FlamingoBlue
a simple country lawyer
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We all have our favorite "comfort" foods that we relate to our earliest memories of our family. For me it was Friday evenings, because that was the Jewish sabbath, an evening that was very special in my home. The meal was special; challah, chopped liver, chicken soup with matza balls, roast chicken, veggies, salad and desert. The smells from the kithen would drive me crazy.
What was most special was that we were all together as a family, at least once a week. That was a real treat because many evenings my father would work late, but not on Fridays.
As I recall sabbath dinners, they were not so much religious as they were spiritual. Food for the body and the soul. Uplifting. Delicious.Wonderful.
Now, 50 years later, those days are a fond memory for me. They are only repeated today on holidays, unfortunately. We just seem to be too busy with other things that we forget how really special these family gatherings can be. They probably survive today but generally in ethnic families or in the context of a religious celebration like the Jewish sabbath.
Lately, however, I have found a modern version of this type of gathering to be just as satisfying. At least weekly,I have been having dinner wih my daughter and then going back to her house and watching tv and schmoozing with her honey and Barney, the perfect dog. I feel so warm when I am with them.
Last night was the first time I left my house after a horribly depressing week. My daughter invited me for dinner. The food and the company was so very comforting for me. It didn' t matter that it was carryout served from containers. It didn't matter that there weren't cloth napkins and a table cloth. It didn't matter one bit, because the meal had that special seasoning that makes everything so wonderful. That special seasoning is LOVE!
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What was most special was that we were all together as a family, at least once a week. That was a real treat because many evenings my father would work late, but not on Fridays.
As I recall sabbath dinners, they were not so much religious as they were spiritual. Food for the body and the soul. Uplifting. Delicious.Wonderful.
Now, 50 years later, those days are a fond memory for me. They are only repeated today on holidays, unfortunately. We just seem to be too busy with other things that we forget how really special these family gatherings can be. They probably survive today but generally in ethnic families or in the context of a religious celebration like the Jewish sabbath.
Lately, however, I have found a modern version of this type of gathering to be just as satisfying. At least weekly,I have been having dinner wih my daughter and then going back to her house and watching tv and schmoozing with her honey and Barney, the perfect dog. I feel so warm when I am with them.
Last night was the first time I left my house after a horribly depressing week. My daughter invited me for dinner. The food and the company was so very comforting for me. It didn' t matter that it was carryout served from containers. It didn't matter that there weren't cloth napkins and a table cloth. It didn't matter one bit, because the meal had that special seasoning that makes everything so wonderful. That special seasoning is LOVE!
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