We are having our first sleepover company this Shabbat. My brother-in-law and sister-in-law and niece and nephew. They have been hosting us for over 10 years and this is the first time they are all coming to us. (My brother-in-law has, many times, spent shabbatot at our house before, back when he used to scare Miss M for no earthly reason.)
Anyway, I feel like we OWE them. Really, a lot. So there are EXPECTATIONS. My sister in law is a fabulous cook. She can throw entire meals together in a snap and it’s all great, so with planning it’s even MORE great.
I do well with hosting one meal on Shabbat and eating leftovers for the other. Wearing my pajamas, naturally. Or getting invited to someone else’s house for a meal; that’s always good. For that I’ll get dressed, even. So having to plan, shop, cook two meals is blowing my mind a little bit, because of course the rest of my life hasn’t stopped in order to make mental/physical space to be Hostess with Mostess. I did as much as I could in advance (challah, gazpacho, and lentil soup are in the freezer), and I’ve collected a lot of ingredients to start cooking again tomorrow, but now I am in full fret mode. I changed the sheets today, so that I could wash the linens and ensure we have enough clean sheets for everyone. But everything else is going to just have to wait. Washing the floor today will mean nothing by tomorrow morning. Doing dishes today? Just will be more in about 5 minutes, or whenever the kids eat next.
I could be studying for part 1 of my enormous ulpan test, but since it is the oral part of the exam, I honestly thinking too much prep will be (for me) disastrous. So instead I am running around the blogs and desperately trying to not freak out under the weight of my own expectations. (How WILL everything fit on the plata for Friday night? Soup, brisket, roasted vegetables, cranberry apple? I really don’t know! Help!)
I suppose we’ll see on Thursday if it’s possible for me to stick my own head into the oven along with a 2 kilo brisket. I’m guessing not.