While they were away we worked hard on getting things ready. The tables had been a source of worry for me. With beautiful borrowed, gold-rimmed place settings and crystal glasses, they turned out to be perfect. Why do I always worry? My husband says, "It always works out." whenever I fret over the little details.
As people began to arrive, women were talking in their groups and
the men in theirs.
Our fearless leader directing from one end of the table and
my husband reading from the other.
My daughter and her friend, Rebecca, provided entertainment by singing Kadosh.
Our dinner menu came in courses. First the traditional matzo ball soup, a green salad, and then the main course with lemon chicken, red potatoes and glazed carrots. We rounded out the meal with a layered matzoh, strawberry and pudding desert. (Sorry, no pictures here. I was running around like a crazy getting everyone served!)
Many cups of juice and