This is a photo Jeff took at the Publix grocery store on Roswell and Piedmont. We needed proof that they have these bizarre Passover toys.
Yes, it's a Bag of Plagues. Little plastic toys of biblical plagues, such as frogs, locusts, and darkness (represented here by a pair of sunglasses). I guess you would play with them by tearing open the bag and raining the little plague models down on yourself or a friend and wailing. Have fun!
I've never seen Passover toys before, have you? I mean, I always notice the displays the grocery store sets up of special kosher products and all the orange and green Manishevitz boxes of whatnot, but I've never seen any toys. But these toys are so lame and awful! Couldn't they have come up with anything better? Although Passover isn't exactly the very jolliest of religious holidays, granted, so I imagine it doesn't lend itself well to gross commercialization. I guess it's sort of similar in spirit to Thanksgiving: "Thank God we didn't die!!"
I got to go to a Seder one time back in college- my ex-boyfriend Jason was Jewish and was always eager to bring me along to special holidays and observances. He was coming home with me to Charleston over the weekend that Passover was to occur and found out through a friend of a friend of a friend that there was a family in West Ashley that would love to have the two of us over for their Seder. I was pretty worried because besides being shy, I felt it might be mortifying to be a complete goy stranger crashing their lovely family holiday festivities. But I needn't have worried because they were very sweet, kind, pleasant, and relaxed people and made us feel right at home.
Plus, I was lucky I used to read the All Of A Kind Family books so much when I was little- those books, written by Sydney Taylor, were about this Jewish family living in the East Side of New York City at the turn of the 20th Century. They were loaded with information about all the biggie holidays like Hanukkah and Passover and Yom Kippur as well as some more obscure ceremonies that my Jewish friends never heard of (like the Pidyon Ha Ben where if your first-born child is a son, you redeem him from a lifetime of service to the temple. Ceremonially, that is). So I was relieved that I was at least a tiny bit familiar with what was going on. I would think to myself "Oh yeah, this is where we dip the parley sprigs, signifying hope and springtime, into the salt water, signifying tears!"
But a bag of plastic plagues... I'll just quote David Sedaris and say that's fucked up.