There are all kinds of rules that go along with celebrating Passover- what we can and can't eat, what we should and shouldn't eat and all that jazz. I was never one to play by the rules and one thing Passover can no longer take away from me is my chocolate. See- the chocolate deprivation association with Passover dates back about 28 or so years. As wee little kiddlet, living in Winnipeg, Passover was a serious affair. With my grandma being one of 7 siblings- the offspring of that was massive. By the age of 10, our Passover dinners numbered in the 80s and we held them in one of the Banquet rooms at the Westin Hotel- passing around a microphone to read from the book and sing our songs.