The Ever-Expanding Shabbat Table
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gnomiSo, on Sunday, mabfan and I figured that, since we're being guests for Shabbat lunch this week, we'd do a quiet dinner with just the two of us.
Then, on Monday, not long before the fast started, we ran into our friends D&S on Harvard St. When we learned that S was going out of town and D was going to be alone for Shabbat,mabfan and I had a rushed, silent conversation and then invited D to have dinner with us, warning him it was going to be casual fare (I was (and am) planning macaroni and cheese as the main dish). He was fine with that, and S was sad to be missing mac and cheese.
On Wednesday, we got e-mail. S is no longer going out of town, so D won't be alone for Shabbat. Did we want to cancel D's visit, or should S come along? We said, bring S. and come for dinner.
This morning (well, last night), we got e-mail from our friend G. G and our friend J and we all went to see Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix a couple of Sundays ago, but G and J had to leave right after the film, so we didn't get time to deconstruct the film. So G e-mailed to ask when he was next coming for Shabbat dinner, so that we could deconstruct. We said, well, D&S are coming for dinner this week, and they've seen the film, too, so we can deconstruct it over dinner. So then we were five at Shabbat dinner.
(An aside: Whenpressburger lived in Brighton, it became habit for him to call on Wednesday or Thursday and say, "I'm coming for Shabbat dinner. What am I bringing?" I like having the sort of Shabbat table that people are comfortable inviting themselves to; many folks have done it over the years, and I always enjoy the last-minute unexpected company, provided said self-invited company realizes that they'll be eating what I've already planned for the menu.)
This morning, we got e-mail from D. His father is unexpectedly coming into town for Shabbat. Did we want to reschedule D&S for another time, or was it OK if they brought D's father? In for a penny, in for a pound, says I. Sure, we say. Bring D's dad. So now we're six. :-)
mabfan and I figured that, since we're being guests for Shabbat lunch this week, we'd do a quiet dinner with just the two of us.Then, on Monday, not long before the fast started, we ran into our friends D&S on Harvard St. When we learned that S was going out of town and D was going to be alone for Shabbat,
mabfan and I had a rushed, silent conversation and then invited D to have dinner with us, warning him it was going to be casual fare (I was (and am) planning macaroni and cheese as the main dish). He was fine with that, and S was sad to be missing mac and cheese.On Wednesday, we got e-mail. S is no longer going out of town, so D won't be alone for Shabbat. Did we want to cancel D's visit, or should S come along? We said, bring S. and come for dinner.
This morning (well, last night), we got e-mail from our friend G. G and our friend J and we all went to see Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix a couple of Sundays ago, but G and J had to leave right after the film, so we didn't get time to deconstruct the film. So G e-mailed to ask when he was next coming for Shabbat dinner, so that we could deconstruct. We said, well, D&S are coming for dinner this week, and they've seen the film, too, so we can deconstruct it over dinner. So then we were five at Shabbat dinner.
(An aside: When
pressburger lived in Brighton, it became habit for him to call on Wednesday or Thursday and say, "I'm coming for Shabbat dinner. What am I bringing?" I like having the sort of Shabbat table that people are comfortable inviting themselves to; many folks have done it over the years, and I always enjoy the last-minute unexpected company, provided said self-invited company realizes that they'll be eating what I've already planned for the menu.)This morning, we got e-mail from D. His father is unexpectedly coming into town for Shabbat. Did we want to reschedule D&S for another time, or was it OK if they brought D's father? In for a penny, in for a pound, says I. Sure, we say. Bring D's dad. So now we're six. :-)
