Shabbat arrives every week in our lives with clockwork precision, sundown on Fridays for the next 25 hours.
What each of us does (or refrains from doing) on Shabbat differs from woman to woman, family to family, synagogue to synagogue, country to country, and denomination to denomination.
One thing we all do is eat and share meals. From the most observant to those who do not “keep” or honor Shabbat, we all eat on Friday nights and on Saturdays. Food and meals are central to Shabbat.
One Shabbat tradition that many of us observe is making an abundance of food, serving lavish and sumptuous meals. It’s considered a mitzvah, a good deed, to do so.
It’s also true that Shabbat has refreshed and renewed its meaning with each generation of Jewish families. And so I wonder: