It has to be the unsexiest of all Jewish foods, the Noodle Kugel. If
you say kugel with a nasally tone, it’s even more unsexy than
previously mentioned. The word kugel itself reminds me of kegel,
another less than sexy term. Maybe that’s the problem.
However, if you were to challenge me, indicating gefeltifish in a jar
is the unsexiest of all Jewish food, I might secretly agree with you.
But for the moment, I’m going with kugel.
Now, with all of that said, I would like to go on the record proclaiming this particular Noodle Kugel, in all of its high piled noodle glory, as having the sexiest TASTE ever. If you take a peek at the list of ingredients, you’ll see there is no way it could taste bad, it’s like dessert. There is something about the crispy-sugared edges of the baked noodles on top that send you to kugel nirvana. It’s sublime. And please don’t try to tell me there is no place called “kugel nirvana” because I’ve been there.

Making Passover dinner takes a bit of planning, but it doesn't have to be a chore. If you're cooking for a big group, hand out assignments so you don't do all the work. If your kitchen is large enough, invite people over to help. Cooking the dinner with friends and family can be as much a part of a celebration as the meal itself.
Years ago I was a personal Chef in a private home in a very swank suburb of Boston. My sister got me the interview for the job, I liked the family immediately and they liked me. My job consisted of getting to work at 10 in the morning, quite civilized, I was the last of the “staff” to arrive at the house. I would head to the kitchen to pick up my list from the madame of the house and read the pages of notes and the menu for the dinner that evening.
As a kid I always loved eating chocolate-covered jelly rings by the handful. I eagerly looked forward to that time of year when the grocery stores stacked towering boxes of them in the Passover aisle. I still love eating them, but now am glad that I can only find them once a year, otherwise I'd eat them all the time.