All Who Are Hungry     

Wasn’t it obvious that your huge kiddush would upstage our seudah? 

Shosh: We do this every year. What’s the big deal?

Ari: Your little kiddush ruined the meal we worked so hard to prepare.

Shosh

A few days before Shavuos, I sat down to finalize my Yom Tov menu.

It didn’t take me long as I don’t change it up that much from year to year. Milchigs at nights, fleishigs for the days, a bunch of cheesecakes for kiddush — I’d leave that for my girls.

I don’t go for patchkeh or ridiculously over-elegant dishes. I prefer easy and plentiful, but things have changed a little since my girls became bona fide teens. They’ve been earmarking recipes since Tu B’Shevat, and I had a feeling I’d be adding a whole lot of specialty ingredients to my shopping list this Erev Yom Tov.

“So what’s on the menu?” Simi asked, leaning over my shoulder. “You’re not doing that brisket again, are you? I saw an amazing roast—”