I have mixed feelings about Pesach.
These mixed feelings don’t stem exclusively from the fact that I don’t like to clean — but mostly.
Pesach is the ultimate holiday for the obsessive compulsive. No matter how much you clean, it can always get cleaner, and you can always think of yet another place that’s probably chametz-infested. I just finished cleaning my apartment, so now it’s kosher for the holiday, but still not particularly clean. After six hours of scrubbing, pouring boiling water and cursing, I still have to do the regular weekly cleaning of the floors and the bathroom.
The other problem about Pesach is obviously the issue of kashrut itself. I have still to hear a convincing argument why aluminum foil needs a kosher stamp. However, grocery shopping for the holiday a few days ago, I came across a happy surprise in the dairy-aisle: my favorite yoghurt is kosher-for-Passover. I started to get really excited about it, until I realized that this must mean that there is a significantly weaker connection between that yoghurt and real cheese cake than I would care to think about.
Oh well, I least the seasonal peanut cookies are here again.
Chag Pesach kasher — but no less importantly — sameach.