Most of the children and grown-ups alike did not eat the food on their plates. But I eagerly consumed my "mortar" and bitter herbs, as well as the egg whites left after Kim gave our yolks to Skylar.
It was a really nice event. It's important to feel solidarity, particularly when your world seems dangerously insubstantial. Ritual makes it a little easier.
That's my week in a JPEG: unleavened.