Hungry Hands, Scratchy Throats

Breaking fast is my favorite part. Zadie rips rye bread with hungry hands. We glide our crusty rations around tubs of butter and blackberry jam. Meanwhile, Dad chastises Aunt Rifka for her misguided artist politics and Chaya for her meager appetite. They scream back. Bubby serves matzoh ball soup to soothe all those scratchy throats.