The ingredients were purchased.
The food was made.
The house was cleaned.
The chairs were arranged.
The gifts were bought.
And then came the phone calls. Texts. And emails.
Forty two people were supposed to be in my home today for a Post-Chanukah Chanukah party. That’s nearly as many Jews as went down to Egypt during Jacob’s time. It’s also nearly every relative I have from my side of the family (other than those that are out of country). And each relative was going to bring a dish to complement the food that my wife had already cooked.
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