My name is SheBit and I am a Jewish Mother (only without the kids)
Further to my cooking rant, let me just point out that my Chinese feasts are a matter of great pride. It's the one night a year when my inner Jewish Mother truly takes over and I don't even mind that I don't really get to sit and eat the food myself (I'm usually still cooking the next course while everytone's eating). I get more pleasure from seeing people enjoy the food I spent the whole afternoon making, and hearing them still talk about it with wonder weeks or months later (seriously, it's happened) than I would from actually eating it.
During the course of the evening I will be stressed - those who witnessed the Great Gyoza Catastrophe last year can confirm this - and by the end of the night I will be pooped, but seeing a bunch of over-full, thoroughly contented people sitting around the remnants of the meal gives me enough happy to keep me going for some time.
In other words, you might not want to get in my way on saturday afternoon, but on sunday I'll be the most contented you might see me for a long time.
Is that weird? Jewish Mothers are meant to feed people - it's what they we do. I just do it with hot sour soup that could strip paint rather than chicken soup with kneidlach.
During the course of the evening I will be stressed - those who witnessed the Great Gyoza Catastrophe last year can confirm this - and by the end of the night I will be pooped, but seeing a bunch of over-full, thoroughly contented people sitting around the remnants of the meal gives me enough happy to keep me going for some time.
In other words, you might not want to get in my way on saturday afternoon, but on sunday I'll be the most contented you might see me for a long time.
Is that weird? Jewish Mothers are meant to feed people - it's what they we do. I just do it with hot sour soup that could strip paint rather than chicken soup with kneidlach.