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I was around 10 when I fell in love with cooking. I liked the way ingredients could be shaped and assembled by my small hands and transformed into something delicious — a quick and satisfying victory. But more than anything, I loved watching family members devour my food, what my then-pre-adolescent brain couldn’t have understood was part of female nurturing. A favorite pastime was to browse through glossy cookbooks. I would pore over the colorful illustrations of beautifully set tables laid with a platter of Beef Wellington or Baked Alaska. These were rich and complicated dishes beyond my expertise and my family’s dietary preferences. I would dream of the day I would cook these rich and complicated dishes for my own future family.
When writer Gayle L. Squires was new to whipping up Shabbat meals in her small New York apartment, she experimented with themed menus: in one case, a Mexican meal; in another, an indoor picnic.
So you want to host your first Shabbat dinner or lunch and you’re shaky on the logistics? Perhaps you didn’t grow up with the tradition but would like to start a Friday night custom to gather with friends after a long week. Maybe you’ve graduated from college and are living on your own for the first time and want to continue the customs you practiced at home or learned at Hillel or Chabad — or start your own traditions.
There is hardly anything more enjoyable on a Friday night than a pot Shabbat dinner — complete with canna-challah and potso-ball soup! I have made many challah’s in my day, and experimented with countless recipes, but hands down, my mother’s challah recipe is literally the best I have ever made…or had. So I decided to “kick it up a notch” (as Emeril says) with my favorite herb and some fun toppings. Bon appétit and Shabbat shalom!
I make the treyf groceries first. (In New Orleans, you “make” groceries; you don’t buy them.) Traffic inches along North Broad Street, everyone eager to start the weekend. The sun is a ripe satsuma hanging above the Mississippi, and the Superdome reflects the purple sky. I have several stops to make before I even start cooking, so I’ll be cheating Shabbat in more ways than one. But in a city where crawfish boils melt past midnight and I can’t remember the last time a meeting started on time, it’s more of a necessary adaptation than a broken rule.