PASSOVER CHICKEN POTATO PIE
I NEVER thought I would say this, but I am absolutely sick of shopping. If I have to buy one more roll of foil or any more saucepans, I will scream. I am totally maxed out on plastic — the knife and fork variety, that is. I have also Princess Purchased bucketfuls of cleaning products. It strikes me they are all called Mr this and Mr that, when it is usually the Mrs doing the cleaning.
My kitchen looks like it has been gift-wrapped — every square inch covered in lining paper and cupboards sealed with Princess Bows. I have hired an extra cleaner, who is busy trying out all the Mr this and Mr that. Yes, Princess Passover is here, the festival of fear. Sometimes I would like to wave my white feather and say “I just can’t do it,” but of course I won’t. Well I might, but then in true JP fashion I feel the fear and get on with it.
Anyway, have just got to the bottom of the box and discovered my Pesachdic Tiptree cherry jam — you haven’t lived until you try a cherry and cream cheesematzah. I smile because it is always nice to know that even among all this change, some things essentially stay the same. So there is a silver (foil) lining after all — it’s in the oven with my Passover chicken potato pie. The Jewish Princess is written with the help of Georgie Tarn and Tracey Fine (above). See www.thejewishprincess.com. Next week: Annabel Karmel