Tomorrow night is Rosh Hashanah, the Jewish new year.
It is a joyous Jewish festival and a time to celebrate and eat.
Judaism often centres around eating, and this is most superb.
My mom is having aunts and uncles and cousins and removed cousins over this year and we shall eat lavishly and shall be unable to move after consumption.
We shall eat:
chicken soup and challah. And chicken, prepared say, two ways, and two roast legs of lamb. There shall be salads and rice. They will be enough food for everyone to have firsts and seconds and thirds. There will be enough food remaining in our house for the week following.
For dessert - because what meal is complete without dessert, there shall be home-made dairy-free ice-cream and perhaps a tart or cake or meringues. And of course we shall consume with fervour and gusto, because, although we are so full we possibly might burst, this is a celebratory occasion and one for splendid eating.
And then afterwards the adults might sip liqueur and laugh at childhood occurrences and reminisce, and we might say: NEXT year in Jerusalem, because this is tradition, and not because we so desire to be relocated there. And the kids, and I am still a child sometimes at these occasions, we might sit and chat and the younger ones might proclaim: "I'M BORED" and then we may play a raucous card game like TONGUE. And my younger cousin, Oliver, who is not so young anymore, he will lose, because he is not good at this game.
And my aunts shall bring presents, as is tradition, and they shall bring kosher little chocolates: some are nutty and some are milk and some are dark, because this is what they bring every year. And my mom will give them presents too, perhaps of honey, because honey is so sweet, and we desire of everyone to have a sweet new year.
When I was 5, in 1998, I learnt a song about Rosh Hashanah.
"Apples dipped in honey
for Rosh Hashanah.
A sweet new year,
a happy new year:
apples dipped in honey for Rosh Hashanah."
And this song is true, because apples dipped in honey is for starter, and this is always fun and yum, because who doesn't like honey? And who doesn't like apple?
And the challah, the bread, it has raisins in it, and sometimes icing glaze on top, and it is round, because you would want your upcoming year to be rounded and smooth.
And it is a most joyous and festive occasion and I love my family, and I shall go to bed tomorrow night full and content and bursting of pride and chicken.
No comments:
Post a Comment