First g-d parted the sea so the Jews could leave Egypt. Then g-d made Peapod. In my rush home from a vacation (where, it can be noted no kids slept and I didn't let them cry it out), I have had no time to do my yearly pilgramage to shop for Passover food supplies.

But, on my husband's (he's more observant then me) suggestion, I went searching for a solution online to the Skokie/ Lake Zurich-based Peapod and found quite the Kosher for Passover selection (although, it should be noted that Tam Tam Crackers are not K for the P).

Peapod (and I'm not getting paid to say this) is a sure lifesaver for those housebound by babies, weather or laziness. In fact, anytime I heard there was going to be any sort of precipitation nearing the Chicago area, I'd open up the browser and click, click, click. How satisfying to know that my next meal was only about 15 minutes (and a $7 delivery fee) away.

This afternoon, though, I slogged through the three (not ten) plagues of my household - a bad internet connection, a whining four-year old and a slobbering baby - to get this sacred grocery shop done. When I hit the "Checkout" button I swear it was better than when the plagues fell down on Egypt. When Peapod arrives tomorrow morning (between 8-10 am), I will bow down to the delivery man (or woman) like the Israelites bowed down to Moses. For I will be able to make my matzah kugel.

Let my credit card go (I really didn't care how much more it cost to Passover shop this way)... Peapod saved my Passover.

Sara Fisher is a mother of two living in Roscoe Village. She also blogs at selfmademom.net.

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