Messy Kitchens, Full Hearts: Holiday Grace and the Imperfect Table

Spring holidays have always been a special blend in my family. My mother’s side is Jewish, and my father’s family is Italian Catholic—so I grew up celebrating both Passover and Easter. This time of year is full of tradition, memory, and (let’s be honest) high expectations.

Set the perfect table. Bake the perfect bread. Be everything to everyone.

But if sourdough has taught me anything, it’s that perfection is overrated. The real beauty lies in the process—the slow rise, the imperfect crust, the way something nourishing and beautiful can come from chaos and care.

And honestly? That’s the spirit of these holidays.

Whether you’re preparing for Easter brunch or getting ready for the first night of Passover tomorrow evening (with no leavened bread in sight!), this season invites reflection, renewal, and connection.

So if your plans are a little messy, your bread didn’t turn out quite right, or your holiday doesn’t look like the curated ones on Instagram—it’s okay. Actually, it’s more than okay. That’s real life. That’s where the meaning lives.

Some of my most cherished holiday memories happened in that space: lopsided loaves, mismatched chairs, belly laughs, matzo crumbs everywhere, bread torn straight from the crust—or none at all.

This weekend, whether you’re baking, resting, celebrating, or simply taking in the season, I hope you feel the quiet grace of enough. I hope you remember that showing up with love matters more than getting it all “right.”

And if you’re celebrating Easter and still need a loaf for your table—or want to send a gift box to someone you love—I’ve got you covered.

Wishing you peace, presence, and something freshly baked (after Passover, of course 😉).

With love and flour-dusted fingers,
Jackie