reservations -. 4.12.24
May I be forgiven in the next world – but I cannot face cooking for the family any more. The tastes of the next generations are so foreign to me and my own cooking so tired, I need a break.
So what does a Jewish princess make for dinner? Reservations of course.
The problem is that company comes on Shabbat. And many restaurants in Tel Aviv, those that have survived, are not open on shabbat. So I spent the morning looking for reservations for the coming birthdays – and there are quite a few.
Why not get a caterer, you ask? Same problem. Also, I haven’t done this before and therefore don’t know where to begin and whether to test out a caterer on friends or family.
What I would like to do is make chicken soup, chopped liver, roast chicken – sweet-sour, potatoes, salad, compote and cake. No one will go for that.
It’s not you…it’s the ‘next generations’ (whoever they are!). Chicken soup, chopped liver (like your mother Doris taught me to make), potato salad, compote (a la Doris) and cake (like the sponge cake with chocolate sauce and/or strawberries (also a la Doris) sounds like a veritable feast to me! The only thing I might do without is a TV…haven’t had one for decades.
But ~ You certainly deserve a break…and no reservations about that 😉
no one watches television but me, Lorraine. And no one but you and me had Doris for a cooking teacher!
Sweet, sweet memories! Doris would hear me coming home after rehearsals with RPO, and beckon me to the delicious scents coming from her kitchen. There, I also happily ate the pear sandwiches she would make for us, and/or watch her skin the chicken feet for the tastiest matzo ball soup I ever had! Sliced tongue (especially after seeing it seethe in the boiling pot waters) was definitely a step out of my comfort zone…but actually quite delicious!
The others missed out. Coming home around the lunch hour, after rehearsals with RPO ~ Your mother would beckon me into the kitchen for – maybe – a pear sandwich, tea, and a lesson on how to skin chicken feet for her fabulous matzo ball soup. Trying beef tongue (especially after I saw it seething in the pot of boiling water!) was definitely a challenge for my comfort zone, but also delicious! So many first-time surprises from Doris’ kitchen!
kvetch kvetch kvetch…
THIS is what i have to live with…
Similar situation ( just before) my marriage. In 1970, during my first visit to the ‘family doctor’,
I was introduced as , “the cleaning lady”. The doctor proceeded to examine my throat (very sore at the time), and pronounced me a, “chronic complainer’…no kidding!