It took me a second to absorb that. Mommy— I had a new son. This was all so strange
“Find me one man who eats kani salad.”
Hindy rolled her eyes. “Come on, Ma, this is a sheva brachos couple. Nish-nosh salad? Shnertzy!”
“It’s a yeshivah bochur we’re talking about, and the sister with whom you fought over the phone last week. Can’t we just serve them a lunch they’ll actually like?”
We ended up making both salads, plus garlic-butter spinach pasta, tuna wraps (to another round of eye rolls), Oreo cheesecake, and iced capp. At the last minute, right before the brand new Engel couple walked through the door, Hindy went to pieces about the (very pretty, please!) paper goods, promised she’d wash all the dishes, and set out my milchig china.
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