No, my guests did not behave like primates. That’s the other gorilla!
A new record was set in my household this Passover. Menu writing to table in 23 hours. Pretty impressive, even for me.
There are those that cook ahead and plan for weeks. Their tables are set 2 days in advance (no Karen, I am not talking about you… specifically). Not me. I need to feel the pressure of impending guests breathing down my neck before I can move towards getting it together. Between work and social obligations there was simply no time to address this holiday (or any other, who am I kidding) before it was on fire.
In the past there have been many casualties: the year I spoiled the chicken soup by putting hot matzoh balls into cold soup. Tip: this curdles the soup. Gary had to run to the Jewish deli for soup at the 11th hour that year. Or the time I dropped 2 dozen eggs in the driveway; very messy. But this year was pretty smooth. I did shatter both a tupperware of frozen soup (the soup survived) and one more crystal wine glass from my wedding registry (a miracle there are any left after 20-blah-blah years). Other than that is was smooth as silk.
Most important, I was surrounded by those I love. Sadly some were missing for out of state reasons, but we still had a great night.
And for the record, NO ONE cleans like Joanne!
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