Karen (estherchaya) wrote,

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How the grinch (almost) stole shabbos...

Shabbos was… well, it was interesting. I’m normally a pretty consistent cook. I’m not brilliant, but I’m a good cook. I didn’t cook anything new or extravagant for shabbos. I did things that I do most weeks, so nothing was particularly out of the ordinary. But as things turned out, we’re lucky we had anything to eat at all!
  • I didn’t get a chance to make my fish, so we were already down a course from 4 to 3. No big deal. Three courses is more than sufficient.
  • I was heating up the soup I’d made when the doorbell rang. I must have been in the sunroom talking to my visitor for longer than I realized, because while I was gone, I burned the soup. Seriously. There was barley in the soup and I burned a bunch of the stuff on the bottom. Unfortunately, the whole pot of soup ended up with that burnt taste. So it was out. Down from 4 to 3 to 2 courses.
  • The broccoli kugel got overcooked, but was still servable. It wasn’t especially tasty, despite using the very same recipe I always use and following the same way I always do.
  • The chicken, I discovered 40 minutes before shabbos), was basically raw, despite having cooked for 90 minutes Thursday night and another 30 Friday afternoon. How on earth it ended up raw I will never know. Fortunately, it wasn’t spoiled, and I still had forty minutes, so I managed to salvage it.
  • The potatoes, though tasty, got too liquidy while trying to keep them warm in the oven. This is the second time that’s happened, though it had never been a problem in the past.
  • I discovered after Kiddush that Seth had forgotten to buy Spinach. He said it wasn’t on his list, which implies I didn’t tell it to him over the phone, but I remember telling him. Still, I take the blame, for he did read back the list to me and I didn’t catch that Spinach wasn’t on it. So no salad. Whoops.

So what did we end up eating?

The salvaged chicken, the overcooked but blah broccoli kugel, the weird but incredibly tasty potatoes, tomatoes dressed with balsamic vinegar olive oil, etc., sautéed squash (with garlic!), and, um, that might actually have been all. We had fruit salad and pareve chocolates for dessert.

I felt like an utter failure. But not as much of a failure as I felt the next day… When lunchtime rolled around, I made a shocking discovery… I forgot to add water to the cholent pot before turning it on Friday. So, um, yuck. And since some of the things I’d been counting on having repeats of (like salad) didn’t happen at Friday night, we didn’t have those for Saturday either. Uh… whoops?

We had crackers and cheese. And various other snacky things. If we’d been more hungry, we’d have made tuna and dug out some more fruit or whatever. But really, we both just wanted our naps. So that’s what we did.

I have to say, though, the hour before shabbos was, um, hectic? And, um, nervewracking. And generally unpleasant. But I was reminded of one of the greatest joys of shabbos: when I lit my candles with one minute to go until I was out of time, everything stopped. Shabbos came down like a curtain, and all other concerns simply couldn’t be bothered with. I was, once again, calm. (mostly)

I should mention that all the snafus with dinner wouldn’t have mattered in the least except that we were having three guests. They were all gracious about my make-shift meal, though I suspect they all went home and pigged out on junk food after dinner. Still, we were able to enjoy their company, have a couple good laughs about how stupid I’d been, and shared some stories of our pasts and present. Mistakes or no, it was still shabbos.
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