Sundown tonight marks the ending of another Passover. And every year since I’ve been living on my own, the ending of Passover has meant that one or two semi-eaten boxes of kosher l’pesach matzah start to gather dust on a kitchen counter. I usually think to myself, “well, I’ll eat them as a snack,” but every year, sometime during the summer I admit to myself that there’s no way in hell I am going to eat these now-stale objects that are taking up valuable counter space, and toss them out.
And then, of course, I’d feel guilty.
Last year, I had a small revelation. I could toss those leftover matzos into my Cuisinart and turn them into matzoh meal — a breadcrumb substitute that Scott cooks with on a regular basis. No guilt, no waste. I have no idea why it took me so many years to figure this out, but better late than never.
So now I have a new end of Passover ritual: the pulverizing of the matzoh.
Yay me!