Today is the day of preparation. It is the day the linens are washed and ironed. The “good” dishes are pulled out of storage and given a good look-over. Are there chips? Cracks? Are there enough? Once that good work is done, it’s on to the rest. And by the rest I mean the cooking and the cleaning. Thankfully, my mother is here to do the cleaning part for me, freeing me up to do what I do best. And today that is making the Baklava, which is the dessert I always serve after the Seder. There is something wonderful about a routine. A tradition. I’ve learned that. That a…