It was a sublimely ordinary afternoon. What delight there is to be had in the ordinary, the simple act of peeling vegetables with an old friend. The ordinary moments when there are no crises, no worries, no anxieties, no demands. Time glides along as smoothly as the crisp peel unwinding perfectly from a ruby red apple.

Yesterday was my day to help with "the peeling". Passover Seders involving two nights of 20 people each night mean that a LOT of food gets prepared. One of the easiest ways to help someone prepare this, is to volunteer as The Peeler, a title I invented, by the way. So, every year, I am The Peeler for my extended family.