Brisket

My wife, who is Jewish, has cooked a brisket to take to a Seder in San Francisco (or, as my parents, grandparents and great-grandparents called it, "Frisco"--that was before the joint got prissy). Anyway, I am not Jewish like my wife and daughters and granddaughter, but they did invite me to join them. They did not encourage me to come, just invited me. Fortunately my granddaughter, who is six, was there to help me decide what to do. She complained that, among boring meals, Seders rank in the top six. That tempted me. In the end I have decided to stay home and contemplate the fate of the greatest Jew of all time.