Usually our house is welcome to all comers. With an e-mail list which recently surpassed the 500 recipient mark you never know who might show up to any given night. Our shabbat potluck dinners are usually no different. A mish-mosh of personalities, newcomers and regulars, they are all on hand for the festivities. Recently our house decided to try something new.
The second to last Friday of March we planned what we called a "Comfy Shabbat". The idea behind this event was a night to invite the members of our Mo House community who contribute so much and make this whole project seem worthwhile to a shabbat dinner where we share our favorite comfort foods. It was an opportunity to let these wonderful people know how much we cherish their contribution, in more intimate dinner environment. By doing so we could limit the distractions sometimes associated with our bigger events, and make our house a meaningful space in a different way.
I couldn't have been more pleased with the result. Besides the fabulous food that was made by my housemates and our guests (cheese and carbs aplenty), the night was filled with some of the most passionate and heartfelt interactions I have ever seen at our house. As hosts, we never had to worry if there would be enough food, or who would arrive when (it was all set up perfectly by my roommates in an e-vite).
Simmilarly to most of the shabbats at our house, this evening ended around the firepit in our backyard. As Isaac led us in an eclectic mix of Weezer tunes, and Tawonga favorites, smoke from the fire swirled with the eratic San Francisco winds.
It was cold and late but we sang on, and on...and on. And we were as comfortable as ever.
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