Les Rabbins Volants Yiddish Surf

The barest whisper of daylight still salved the the sky as I exited work this afternoon, and I am daring to hope that spring is on the way.

You all know what that means. 

The joyful and beloved holiday of Peysekh is hurtling towards us like the Silver Surfer comet, possibly the brightest in history, as might this coming Passover be as well.

Watch this space for all your Peysekh Survival needs.  This year I will be concentrating particularly on horseradish.
Does everyone already know the story about the year when the kehile in Madrid had a shortage of horseradish because it was held up at airport customs?