Passover’s R-Rated Condiment

A question: “Why is there charoset on the Seder plate?” That’s the most secret Question at the Seder – nobody … Continued

A question: “Why is there charoset on the Seder plate?”

That’s the most secret Question at the Seder – nobody even asks it. And it’s got the most secret answer: none.

The Haggadah explains about matzah, the bread so dry it blocks your insides for a week.

The Haggadah explains about the horseradish so bitter it blows the lid off your lungs and makes breathing so painful you wish you could just stop. The Haggadah even explains about that scrawny chicken neck masquerading as a whole roast lamb.

But it never explains charoset.

Yes, there’s an oral tradition. (Fitting for something that tastes so delicious!) You’ve probably heard somebody at a Passover Seder claim that charoset is the mortar the ancient Israelite slaves had to paste between the bricks and stones of those giant warehouses they were building for Pharaoh.

But that’s a cover story. Really dumb. You think that mortar was so sweet, so spicy, so delicious that every ancient Israelite just had to slaver some mortar on his tongue?

No. Charoset is an embodiment of by far the sexiest, kissy-est, body-est book of the Hebrew Bible —- the Song of Songs. Charoset is literally a full-bodied taste of the Song. The Song is the recipe for charoset.

You think they were going to tell you that when you were six years old, just learning how to stumble through “Mah nishtanah”? Or maybe when you were fourteen, just beginning to eye that curvy cousin sitting right across the table, so lubricious you couldn’t even ask for the chicken breast without moaning? Or maybe the year you first noticed the drawings in that Haggadah where half-naked Miram and half-naked Pharaoh’s Daughter were swimming in the Nile, ducking each other and giggling while they saved little Moses and tried to convince old Pharaoh he wasn’t their baby?

Or maybe when you were 34 and they were all nagging you to settle down already, get married — that’s when you thought they might finally tell the truth about charoset? Or 52, when they were so embarrassed about your mid-life “crisis” and its little fling — just the moment for nibbling on the spicy raisins of the woman whose breasts were like twin fawns in beds of flowers, the man whose ivory belly held bright gems of sweet delight?

Face it: They were never going to tell you. Maybe they might mention that the olden rabbis thought the Song should be recited during the festival of Passover, but quickly they’d explain it was about God’s loving effort to free the Israelites from Pharaoh. Indeed, they’d mutter, if you think you notice “two breasts” mentioned, it’s really about Moses and Aaron. After all, who could God want more to love, to suckle, than those heroes of freedom?

Time to tell the passionate truth: The Song of Songs is the recipe for charoset.

Verses from the Song:

“Feed me with apples and with raisin-cakes;

“Your kisses are sweeter than wine;

“The scent of your breath is like apricots;

“Your cheeks are a bed of spices;

“The fig tree has ripened;

“Then I went down to the walnut grove.”

There are several kinds of freedom that we celebrate on Pesach:

The freedom of people who rise up against Pharaoh, the tyrant.

The freedom of earth, the flowers that rise up against winter.

The freedom of birth, of the lambs who trip and stagger in their skipping-over dance.

The freedom of sex, that rises up against the prunish and prudish.

The text of the Song subtly, almost secretly, bears the recipe for charoset, and we might well see the absence of any specific written explanation of charoset as itself a subtle, secret pointer toward the “other” liberation of Pesach — the erotic loving freedom celebrated in the Song of Songs, which we are taught to read on Passover. (Check out the wonderful translations by Marcia Falk, Chana & Ariel Bloch, and Shefa Gold, and Chapter 6 of my book Godwrestling – Round 2. )

The Song of Songs is sacred not only to Jews, but also to Christians and to Muslims, and especially to the mystics in all three traditions. Its earth-and-human-loving erotic energy has swept away poets and rabbis, lovers and priests, dervishes and gardeners.

Yet this sacred power — “Love is strong as death,” sings the Song — has frightened many generations into limiting its power. Redefining its flow as a highly structured allegory, or hiding it from the young, or forbidding it from being sung in public places.

Even so, long tradition holds that on the Shabbat in the middle of Passover, Jews chant the Song of Songs.

Why is this time of year set aside for this extraordinary love poem? At one level, because it celebrates the springtime rebirth of life.

And the parallel goes far deeper. For the Song celebrates a new way of living in the world.

The way of love between the earth and her human earthlings, beyond the future of conflict between them that accompanies the end of Eden.

The way of love between women and men, with women celebrated as leaders and initiators, beyond the future of subjugation that accompanies the end of Eden.

The way of bodies and sexuality celebrated, beyond the future of shame and guilt that accompanies the end of Eden.

The way of God so fully present in the whole of life that God needs no specific naming (for in the Song, God’s name is never mentioned).

The way of adulthood, where there is no Parent and there are no children. No one is giving orders, and no one obeys them. Rather there are grownups, lovers — unlike the domination and submission that accompany the end of Eden.

In short, Eden for grown-ups. For a grown-up human race.

Whereas the original Garden was childhood, bliss that was unconscious, unaware, the Garden of the Song is maturity. Death is known, conflict is recognized (as when the heroine’s brothers beat her up), yet joy sustains all.

So the “recipe” points us toward apples, quinces, raisins, apricots, figs, nuts, wine. Within the framework of the free fruitfulness of the earth, the “recipe” is free-form: no measures, no teaspoons, no amounts. Not even a requirement for apples rather than apricots, cinnamon rather than cloves, figs rather than dates. So there is an enormous breadth for the tastes that appeal to Jews from Spain, Poland, Iraq, India, America.

Nevertheless, I will offer a recipe:

Take a pound of raw shelled almonds, two pounds of organic raisins, and a bottle of red wine. On the side have organic apricots, chopped apples, figs, and dates (no pits), and small bottles of powdered cinnamon, nutmeg, and cloves.

Assemble either an electric blender, or your great-grandmom’s cast-iron hand-wound gefilte-fish chopper brought from the Old Country. If it’s the blender, put it on “chop” rather than “paste” frequency.

Start feeding the almonds and raisins into the blender or mixer, in judicious mixture. (How do you know “judicious”? Whatever doesn’t get the whole thing stuck so it won’t keep grinding.) Whenever you feel like it, pour in some wine to lubricate the action. Stop the action every once in a while to poke around and stir up the ingredients.

Freely choose when to add apricots, apples, figs, and/or dates. Taste every ten minutes or so. If you start feeling giddy, good! — that’s the idea.

Add in the spices. Clove is powerful, sweet and subtly sharp at the same time; a lot will get you just on the edge of dope.

Keep stirring, keep chopping, keep dribbling wine — not till the charoset turns to paste but till there are still nubs of nuts, grains of raisin, suddenly a dollop of apricot spurting on your tongue.

You say this doesn’t seem like a recipe, too free? Ahh — as the Song itself says again and again, “Do not stir up love until it pleases. Do not rouse the lovers till they’re willing.”

Serve at the Pesach Seder, and also on the night when you first make love to a delicious partner. And on your wedding night. And on every wedding anniversary. And every once in a while, but not too often, on a night when you simply want to celebrate and embody your love.

Editor’s Note: The New Freedom Seder for the Earth can be downloaded from the home page of Rabbi Waskow’s website, shalomctr.org.

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  • dibee

    Also, DOTHERIGHTTHING, I don’t believe that you are actually Jewish, in, shall we say, the classical sense of the word, athough I think you may think you are. A Jew’s first reaction to this would not be “OMG! He’s promoting sex outside of marriage!” Even an Orthodox or Sephardic Jew would be unlikely to have that as their absolute first reaction.

  • bourassa1

    Is this Judaism? It sounds kinda fun.

  • Willis E. Elliott

    Art, you visited me long, long ago in my New York Theological Seminary office, and we talked of justice and peace and how as Jew and Christian we could work together for the glory of God and the good of the earth. Now, man, you’re into “dribbling wine”! But soberly: recently I heard Elie Wiesel answer a wailing question “What can we do?” Quickly, he replied “We can add a little joy to the world’s sadness.” And hope: Tikkun Olam and Jesus’ Return.

  • n_mcguire

    I think I grew up in the wrong religion. Bless you, Rabbi Waskow, Reading this made me smile. And I’m saving your recipe!

  • bitterte

    Rabbi Wascow’s beautiful description of the origins of charoset in the most sensuous (and human) book of the Bible is a delight to be savored. Read it as you wish, Song of Songs is a love story; man to woman; God to man, matters not. It is a reflection of the joy of being alive and in love. The scientist in me pleads for a more precise recipe, while the humanist revels in the ambiguities. Mazel Tov and thank you.

  • Jasper5

    I was born into the wrong religion as well! Thanks for brightening my day Rabbi Waskow. Can’t wait to make your “recipe.”

  • DoTheRightThing

    “…on the night when you first make love to a delicious partner. And on your wedding night….” How unfaithful to G-d to promote sexual intercourse outside of wedlock!

  • dibee

    DOTHERIGHTTHING said”…on the night when you first make love to a delicious partner. And on your wedding night….” How unfaithful to G-d to promote sexual intercourse outside of wedlock!—-Oh, get a life already, will you? Didn’t you ever see “Brighton Beach Memoirs”? Sheesh.

  • jromaniello

    Wow, that was really kind of hot! My ex-boyfriend, who was brought up Orthodox Jew, never told me this…. now I’m disappointed! Hahaha!

  • ukangitmynutz

    I have found Jewish women to be really awesome. I am not a Jew although I was raised by one. Hot hot hot. A randier people than you might think. And that goes for the boys in the Hasidim. You think they don’t party? I live in Brooklyn… think again. I have seen unexpected misbehavior coming out of that segment as well.

  • INGOODFAITH

    Ooops.Prophetic Correction: “WHEREFORE: The MELCHIZEDEK PEACE-BLESSING is now [forever] reversed YE {not OUR} DRUNKIN (racist) NOAH WAR BLESSiNGs via YE, Organized Tribe SYSTEMs Story’s! Not O.U.R.’s!

  • rhiazann

    Thank you, Rabbi Waskow! I’m not Jewish, but growing up on New York’s upper West Side with the artists and intelligentsia, you wind up going to a fair number of Seders (and later on, to a fair number of Jewish weddings — l’chaim!)