Food Glorious Food
Rosh Hashannah is right around the corner. I am suppose to be working on my self (and there is plenty to be worked on) and yet it is really hard not to focus on the 20 meals that I need to prepare throughout the holidays...yes 20. OK, so we've been invited out for 2 (people who invite me seriously deserve brownie points from G-d), so that leaves me with 18 meals. I am trying really hard to live in the moment, but 3 religious days and an intense chassid on my hands will cause any woman to go into sheer panic.
I happen to be pretty organized, so at this point I at least have the food written down on a piece of paper and 1 dish prepared. That only leaves me with approximately 107 other dishes to prepare, execute and deliver to the table (not to mention the paper goods). This surely will put any observant (or non observant woman) into the funny farm. I am just wondering how we got from G-d creating the world and Avraham (nearly) sacrificing his son, Isaac to me standing in the kitchen acting like Julia Childs...and "acting" is the correct term.
There is also the question of who will eat in our house. We have people who won't eat our food, because we are too religious. Really, I'm serious. We have one guy, poor soul, who comes, but his wife won't come. She's afraid of us, our food, who knows what. I can't say I blame her. We are a bit scary. If our rituals don't frighten you, then surely the way we dress will or our little dog jumping on the table. Then there's those who won't come over because of our dog (all 8" of her)... and then there are those who won't come over because I am not observant enough. You'd think this would give me a complex, but I actually find it all humorous and with that, we do find a few souls willing to "experience" a meal with us. I enjoy meeting EVERYONE who comes into our home. It matters not to me their observance level, political orientation, age, color, synangogue or even church affiliation. The polls currently are showing we are getting a 9/10 (don't ever read polls), so were I concerned about our impressions that would make me feel great. However, I don't read what movie critics have to say and surely don't care much about polls. I do have to say that if you come to us for a meal, you will eat, sing, learn, eat, sing learn, eat, sing and learn (yes at least 3 times each).... and.... you better be nice to my dog....oh, and my husband too.
I happen to be pretty organized, so at this point I at least have the food written down on a piece of paper and 1 dish prepared. That only leaves me with approximately 107 other dishes to prepare, execute and deliver to the table (not to mention the paper goods). This surely will put any observant (or non observant woman) into the funny farm. I am just wondering how we got from G-d creating the world and Avraham (nearly) sacrificing his son, Isaac to me standing in the kitchen acting like Julia Childs...and "acting" is the correct term.
There is also the question of who will eat in our house. We have people who won't eat our food, because we are too religious. Really, I'm serious. We have one guy, poor soul, who comes, but his wife won't come. She's afraid of us, our food, who knows what. I can't say I blame her. We are a bit scary. If our rituals don't frighten you, then surely the way we dress will or our little dog jumping on the table. Then there's those who won't come over because of our dog (all 8" of her)... and then there are those who won't come over because I am not observant enough. You'd think this would give me a complex, but I actually find it all humorous and with that, we do find a few souls willing to "experience" a meal with us. I enjoy meeting EVERYONE who comes into our home. It matters not to me their observance level, political orientation, age, color, synangogue or even church affiliation. The polls currently are showing we are getting a 9/10 (don't ever read polls), so were I concerned about our impressions that would make me feel great. However, I don't read what movie critics have to say and surely don't care much about polls. I do have to say that if you come to us for a meal, you will eat, sing, learn, eat, sing learn, eat, sing and learn (yes at least 3 times each).... and.... you better be nice to my dog....oh, and my husband too.
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