We printed out Passover recipes and went shopping. We went to Costco and then Jons in Los Feliz and Ralphs in Thai Town— still not finding what we needed. I called my mom from each supermarket.

“There’re no Passover desserts here! The only Kosher wine is Manischewitz! Can you eat tortilla chips? What about potato chips?”

“Relax, Hanna,” my mom said. “You’re in Los Angeles— go find where the Jews shop.”

We went to the Ralphs at La Brea and 3rd. Smack in the middle of the supermarket stood collection after collection of Kosher for Passover foods. There was Passover chocolate cake mix, carrot cake, non-yeast cereal, four types of matzo, gefilte fish, matzo ball soup mix, matzo meal. There was even a freezer section with Passover blintzes and ice cream. “We found the Jews!” I laughed. It was going to work out.

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