Some Pesach staples—potato kugel, matzah meal pancakes (in this case savory Indian-style), the obligatory (for obvious reasons) dried fruit assortment, the miraculously omnipresent “maturing” charoset, and flowers from the garden.
Here’s a paradox—though this is the poorest (financially) I’ve ever been, the flip side is that I now have the time to observe Pesach customs, albeit in their simplest, most humble form. It used to be so hectic, expensive, and confined to what little time and opportunity I was afforded. Now, I have enforced free time, and a bonus captive audience who appreciates every little unfamiliar thing. What better incentive to get inventive with my own personal reinterpretations and adaptations. I actually feel fortunate that I’ve been constrained by circumstances to keep it basic and essential, eliminating the “schmaltz”-factor. Even with all the setbacks, past and future, we’re still much more fortunate than many people in the world.