It seems that starting Wednesday evening may be too late in the week for our current situation: we did not manage to collect any Shabbos guests this week. So we had a quiet Shabbos, thoroughly enjoying Husbinator's authentic Yerushalmi kugel. The proof that it came out really well is that when I tasted it, I immediately went for a pickle. Now that's real Yerushalmi kugel!
This week, as always, there was a kiddush/shiur after davening. The eclectic collection of rabbis who were quoted in the speech (Rav Riskin, the Kloyzenburger Rebbe, Rav [J.B.] Soloveitchik, and the Sfas Emes) confirmed that this is a great community for us.
In the afternoon, I finally made it over to the ladies' shiur. I like that kids are welcome to come: they're not that distracting, and it keeps the logistics down to a minimum. Afterwards, I hung out and listened to the ladies complain about schools. I'm so glad to hear Israelis concerned with the same things that bother me: there don't seem to be any schools that offer both a strong religious and secular education.
While I was being all social with the ladies, BSM was being all social with the kids. And with the kid-sized table and chairs. And with the olives that fell off of their tree. I warned him that fresh olives are not entirely edible, but he took a bite anyway. I was all ready with the sympathy/I-told-you-so, but he did not react with the horror I expected from someone who just tasted an unprocessed olive. He just took another bite. What the heck???
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