The sad reality is I never knew that the Last Supper was a Passover meal until I was 35. If I had attended church earlier in adulthood—or dated more observant Jews—I might have learned this earlier. All I can say now is every Maundy Thursday seder I’ve gone to has had pretty terrible food.
I’m told the Jewish People get the meal right. I’ll gladly be the Stranger at your next one. Toda!