Last night - Shabbat dinner. Every other Friday is a special night. It's the Friday of the weekend M, my stepdaughter, spends at home. The other Fridays my wife and I might light candles, split a mini bottle of wine, root out a stale piece of bread to stand in for the challah. But on M's Friday we order the real thing. And M insists that mommy cook a feast, dessert included.
Full disclosure - in our household, I'm the cook. My wife keeps the books. Cooking a big meal puts her in high anxiety mode. But for her daughter, she wades into the kitchen fray, like a trooper.
Back to last night. Corned beef and cabbage. Yes, it was a week too early, but M won't be here on St. Patty's Day - my birthday - so we set the clock ahead by a week. Lest the Sabbath meal get a little too Catholic, we also had kasha varnishkas. Dessert? homemade rugelach. By eight o'clock, M was passed out on the sofa, exhausted from another week of 12th grade. I was snoozing on the la-z-boy, cat on my chest, exhausted from another week of 3rd graders. Soon we would rouse ourselves for a little family TV time. So unexciting. So wonderful.