I know I am not alone when I say that those first memories of meeting your partner’s family can be kind of indelible. There you are, ready to please, hoping to make a good impression, smiling to beat the band. Mentally humming a few bars of that old classic “I’m Going to Make You Love Me,” by Diana Ross.
I surely remember meeting my husband Gary’s family for the first time. For some terrible, undecipherable-in-the-rearview-mirror reason, it was decided that upon our arrival in his hometown in central Massachusetts, we would meet up with his younger brother to go see the Holocaust movie “Schindler’s List,” and then we would all return to the family home where I would meet and spend the weekend with his whole family for Passover. I had brought the ingredients for a flourless chocolate cake to prepare there—flourless as during the period of Passover, no leavened grains are permitted (see: Israelites fleeing across the desert).
