The wicker basket holding, besides the ritual "morsels", the earthenware dish of haroset, the bunch of bitter herbs, the unleavened bread, and the hard-boiled egg reserved for me, the first-born, stood grandly but pointlessly in the centre of the table under the blue and white silk handkerchief embroidered forty years before by grandmother Ester.
Mahai erdian, amona Esterrek berrogei urte lehenago bere eskuez bordatu zuen zetazko zapi zuri-urdinaren azpian alferrik nabarmenduta, otarreak, "mokadu" erritualez gain, haròset potea, belar mingotsak, ogi legamigabea, eta niretzat utzitako arrautza egosia ere gordetzen zituen.