By Tali Simon | September 28, 2011
I think we’ll always remember Rosh Hashanah 2011 as the Year of Irony.
Exactly 16 days before Yom Tov, I wrote out a pretty menu plan with perfectly straight lines (the hard copy, of course) detailing what we’d be eating for all seven RH/Shabbos meals. So far, so good.
Two days later, we got invited out for a meal. Great, that should take some pressure off. I happily redid the menu plan (equally pretty, and equally straight lines).
Fast-forward to last Shabbos morning, when a neighbor invited us for a RH meal as we walked out of shul. And to Sunday morning, when we got a third meal invite. The kicker was the day after that, when we got our fourth RH invitation.
We are now eating out for all of the Yom Tov meals. In other words, I’ve been staying up late every night for two weeks…cooking for Shabbos!
Of course, the food won’t go to waste. We’ll eat some things on Shabbos and some things on Succos.
But still. Is this the Year of Irony, or what?