Martha Stewart I Am Not or Will Ever BeAmy Dunkin
Talk about trying to do it all--and not doing a very good job at any of it. Last night I hosted a Passover seder for seven people--and I didn't have the good sense to take the day off or at least have it catered.
Yes, I made the matzoh ball soup in advance and the babysitter helped prepare the chicken. But when I tore out of the office at 5:00, I still had a ton of chores and only half an hour--by the time I arrived home--to do them. (I barely had time to change my clothes.)
So the soup needed salt, the white wine was undrinkable, the chicken was dried out, and my husband razzed me for not serving a vegetable. (I reminded him there was a salad, but he didn't think that counted.)
The kids were bonkers, too: Three boys, two of them mine, and despite my Cliff Notes of a seder service, they were fidgeting, bouncing in and out of their chairs, and generally wreaking havoc. A sugar high from all the grape juice and macaroons, perhaps?
Martha might have been mortified. Or not. Who cares? The important thing was making sure we were all in one place, gathered around the dining room table to celebrate the holiday.
The moral of this little story? You don't have to make the moistest chicken or the meanest matzoh ball soup. You just have to know what really counts.