As promised, a report on Pesach 5770: Kitniyot or Bust.
Buoyed by the support I received in response to my dilemma regarding kitniyot, I announced to PC that I had decided to open up our food choices to include the consumption of kitniyot. Unbeknownst to me, PC had read my post, with all of the comments, and sensed a conversation in his future.
“Isn’t this a decision you and PC ought to have made together?” one might understandably ask. Reasonable question. After over fourteen years of marriage, you can be certain that I knew PC’s thoughts on the subject.
So the question of the hour. Did it make life easier to eat rice, legumes, corn and its byproducts, etc during Pesach?
(I know…never a straight answer from this one.)
It certainly made for more plentiful menu options with the prohibited foods being limited to the five grains (wheat, oats, barely, spelt, and rye).
But it no longer felt like such a hardship. And while Passover is not intended to be an exercise in asceticim, there ought to be some sense of deprivation in order to have some understanding of our ancestors’ experience. Without the ban on kitniyot, it felt like a corn-filled free-for-all.
If corn is OK, what would be the reason for not eating corn tortillas? Regular chocolate? If rice is OK, are Rice Krispies forbidden? It felt as though Pesach was reduced to abstention from bread and pasta. Nothing more.
Pesach 5774. I am giving us until then to establish boundaries that are livable for the family and more comfortable for me. 5774. That is the first year Beernut will experience Pesach as a ritually-responsible adult. This gives us enough to time for trial-and-error as we find the right minhag for our entire family.
(And a special word of thanks to Edible Torah for writing about my internal struggle in the aptly titled post, Kid-niyot vs. Kitniyot.)