“Matzos are so delicious,” is something you’ve never heard anyone say. Yet people have been eating matzos (also called matzah) or similar unleavened flatbreads for thousands of years. Matzos famously taste of cardboard, a reputation perhaps well-deserved because this crackerlike bread is made only of flour, water and sometimes salt.
I grew up eating matzos during the Passover season and so did my husband. (We weren’t Jewish but our denomination observed some Jewish holidays and customs.) If there’s one person who thinks matzos are delicious, it might be my husband. He loves to eat them with honey or, best of all, Nutella, but even he acknowledges that matzos aren’t tasty without some kind of topping — butter or peanut butter or jam or something, anything to relieve the flour-and-water monotony.
However, it’s hard for me or my husband to be perfectly objective about matzos because their flavor (or non-flavor) is so intertwined with childhood nostalgia. We didn’t eat them because we wanted to. We ate them because it was our tradition, and traditions are cherished. A big, crisp matzo spread with butter and honey reminds me of a time when things were more black-and-white, when the world, or at least my own small world, seemed simpler and safer. But that’s the danger of nostalgia: It lulls you into thinking that the past was better than it actually was. In reality, matzos have always tasted pretty bad.
Some folks on the internet say that homemade matzos are a step up from store-bought matzos, although I don’t personally know even one human being who’s attempted to make matzos from scratch when the big boxes of salted, unsalted or egg matzos are so readily available from the grocery store. Well, that’s not entirely true. I do know someone: me.