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February 23, 2007
Setting the Shabbos Table
“Dad, you know it's a real mitzvah to set the Shabbos table.”
“Really?”
Ariel ZT'L nodded his head
Ariel had a way of making little suggestions that spurred me to make small changes in my routine that inevitably made huge changes in my life.
“By setting the Shabbos table you help usher in the holiness of Shabbos, you bring kedusha to Am Yisroel — and you help Mommy out.” Ariel's eyes twinkled.
Ariel was just 14-years old when he said this to me. That's when I took on the seemingly minor obligation of setting the Shabbos table.
Friday Morning, Casa Avrech, Los Angeles, California, Planet Earth.
5:00 AM: My eyes pop open. There is absolutely no chance of going back to sleep. There is vital work to be done and yours truly is the man to accomplish said work.
5:10 Dressed, I step outside and plant the flag of my country on the front lawn of Casa Avrech. Sheesh, it's still the only flag on the block. After so many years you'd think someone would be shamed into hoisting a flag too. But no. Ours is the only flag on the block.
5:11 I have to crawl under my SUV to get the NY Times. I vow to murder the delivery kid. Every single morning he deliberately flings the paper under the car. I know, I'll rat him out to immigration.
5:14 My blood pressure rises to dangerous heights as I skim the front page of the NY Times. These people should be arrested for sedition, treason, sheer stupidity. Heck, I should be arrested for paying for a subscription to this rag. But Karen just has to do the puzzle, and I have to know what the enemy is saying.
5:17 Glance at the Op-Ed pge. Migraine creeps up. Close the Op-Ed page. Migraine retreats. That was easy.
5:19 Time for coffee. Karen makes this incredible cold brew toddy for me.
5:20 Ahh... ddiction.
5:33 I've got a system worked out, and it goes like this: Clear dining room table of loose change, keys, baseball cap, scattered mail. Take damp washcloth and scrub table clean, then take dry towel and wipe dry. Unfurl Shabbos tablecloth, and SNAP! lay it on dining room table — in one smooth movement. It has to be in one smooth movement or —
— or nothing. Or I shrug my shoulders and feel like a monumental failure. Such are the goals I set for myself when I set the Shabbos table.
Go figure.
5:35 Now for the complicated part. I have to decide how to fold the napkins. Oh boy. Do you know how many variations there are for napkin folding? Too many. You know what I do? I fold a nice simple rectangle. Every single Shabbos. Maybe once in a blue moon I'll haul out the napkin rings and shove the linens through and try and make some kind of decent-looking arrangement, but oh gosh, it ends up looking so hopelessly heterosexual, so pathetic, that I wonder why I even bothered.
5:37 Silverware. I love this part. Start with the two forks. Put them on the left, on the napkin, the big fork on the left and then the small fork. Then on the other side of the plate, the knife, the soup spoon and the dessert spoon. This is the fun part because I just whip around the dining room table like an orbiting astronout, distributing the silverware automatically. Really, I can do this in my sleep.
5:40 We bought two dozen heavy glasses just for Shabbos. They fit perfectly in my hand. They're just the right size and weight. When one breaks, we order a replacement immediately. Yup, we're that obsessive.
5:44 Place the challe tray at the head of the table. I use a pretty unconventional challe knife. I figure if it's good enough for combat, it's good enough for cutting challe. When we have guests for Shabbos and they glimpse this knife they don't know whether to flee, hide or laugh. But it does the job. Cuts through challe like butter.
5:45 Last things: Place salt near the head of the table. At the center of the table I arrange two little flags side-by-side: the stars and stripes, and the Israeli flag. I choose the Kiddush cup I'm going to use. Usually I favor my grandfather's cup. Rav Shmuel Avrech ZT'L was a student of the Brisker Rav, an amazingly self-sufficient and intensely private man, my grandfather adored Karen and it was through Karen that I was finally able to know my grandfather in the last years of his life.
5:50 The Shabbos table is set. I stand for a long moment and remember Ariel. It was he who set me on the path to do this small mitzvah. The house is quiet. Birds outside have just begun to wake and chirp. Shards of sunlight break through the windows. Ariel is gone, but I keep him alive through these small mitzvahs, these small gestures.
6:00 I daven. Between each and every bracha I sense my son's presence.
7:00 I step into my office, sit down and write a Shabbos note to Karen. I have been writing these notes to Karen for over 15 years. They are short little missives in which I tell her that: 1. I appreciate all the hard work she's done during the week, 2. Let her know some of the things I've been up to in Hollywood, 3. Bring up various issues with the girlses, 4. Tell her that I love her now and forever, 5. Wish her a good Shabbos.
7:10 I sit back and look forward to Shabbos when Karen's Shabbos note will be sitting by my plate waiting for me when I get back from shul. I look forward to this note the entire week.
Jason Maoz, the extremely able Senior Editor of the Jewish Press, asked Karen to expand on her The Solace of Lost Siddurim article. Rising brilliantly to the challenge, Karen rewrote her piece and you can find it at this week's Jewish Press.
Karen and I wish all our Seraphic friends a lovely and meaningful Shabbat.
Posted by Robert J. Avrech at February 23, 2007 07:55 AM
Comments
Seraphic Secret is private property, that's right, it's an extension of our home, and as such, Karen and I have instituted two Seraphic Rules and we ask commentors to act respectfully.
1. No profanity.2. No Israel bashing. We debate, we discuss, we are respectful. You know what Israel bashing is. The world is full of it. Seraphic Secret is one of the few places in the world that will not tolerate this form of anti-Semitism. That's it. Break either of these rules and you will be banned.
Robert, I've seen that knife in action, and yes, surprisingly it does what it sets out to do at your Shabbos table.
I really like your 7 a.m. task...that is something very special that you and Karen do. Hopefully these notes have been saved by you/her over the years, or hopefully at least the messages deemed even more special have been saved.
Finally, when you're done setting your Shabbos table, can you please head over here to set ours?
On that note, have a wonderful Shabbos.
Posted by: Pearl at February 23, 2007 11:12 AM
I've set the table many times, and it's never seemed like such an adventure. Imagine if you baked a cake!
Mata
Posted by: mata hari at February 23, 2007 11:37 AM
Wonderful. I set the table for my parents, down the block, and I never thought of it as anything other than kibbud Av v'Eim. Even this cold Litvak will enjoy it more in the future. Yasher Koach!
Now, the knife. Did you mean that amoleiki fang on the page you linked, or did you mean the more demure http://csstoreonline.stores.yahoo.net/kitclas.html
Anyway, I couldn't have any knife like that in my house. My wife's fumble-fingered family is famous for getting cuts when they're in any proximity to sharp objects.
Posted by: Barzilai at February 23, 2007 11:58 AM
I almost forgot. I was in Beverly Hills yesterday, having attended the Schoen/Feinstein wedding the night before, and I DID see a Subaru. And, as is my luck, it rained. Like it did when I went to Phoenix some years ago. Maybe the Subaru had something to do with it.
Posted by: Barzilai at February 23, 2007 12:01 PM
Pearl:
You should have seen your eyes when you saw my challe knife: they grew as wide as saucers.
Yup, I've kept every single one of Karen's Shabbos notes. Together, they constitute a major work, like one of Fanny Burney's epistolary novels.
As for setting your Shabbos table. Oddly enough, my g-mail account is rapidly filling up with invitations from all over the globe -- with the identical request.
Posted by: Robert J. Avrech
at February 23, 2007 12:40 PM
Mata Hari:
Karen and I just watched a "Good Eats" episode on cable where Alton Brown baked an Angel Food cake.
Whoa.
Which is to say: It's on my radar.
Posted by: Robert J. Avrech
at February 23, 2007 12:45 PM
Barzilai:
What a wonderful mitzvah, to set the Shabbos table for your parents. Yasher Koach to you!
Now, as to the knife. Alas, the puny blade you linked to is, um, maybe good for peeling soft-boiled eggs in Casa Avrech. Nope, here we favor big combat/tactical knives for our moist Shabbos challes. We like the razor sharp edge of the steel, the serious heft. We really hate it when we see those expensive, lousy, fancy shmancy knives just butcher challes on Shabbos, shred them to little itsy-bitsy pieces. It's disrespectful.
Now, as to that Subaru (what is that Finnish, Norwegian, Swedish, one of those crypto-Scandinavian Communist countries?) that snuck into Beverly Hills.
I'm on it. Calling the fashion police. You can be sure. It will not happen again :)
Have a lovely Shabbos.
Posted by: Robert J. Avrech
at February 23, 2007 01:00 PM
My family has also discovered cold brew toddy coffee. Folgers never tasted so good!
I think I'll write my wife a note...
Posted by: Solomon2 at February 23, 2007 01:06 PM
Solomon2:
When I see people walking into Starbucks, paying money for that bitter dreck—when they could be drinking the delicious, smooth Toddy, I just shake my head in puzzlement.
Let me tell you, once your wife gets your notes, time and again, life will never be the same. It only gets better. Romeo and Juliet—the shtetl version.
Have a beautiful Shabbos.
Posted by: Robert J. Avrech
at February 23, 2007 01:39 PM
Robert, you made me cry.
Posted by: cruisin-mom at February 23, 2007 01:46 PM
Dear Karen,
A big "Mazal Tov" on your splendid article. I enjoyed it much. It is quite lovely ... really nothing less than a love note to your son Ariel, ZT'L. As the afternoon wanes, I am taking a break from Shabbat cleaning and am enormously glad I've had this chance to tell you how much I regard your heart-rending musings with respect to Ariel's presence within the pages of that siddur.
I suspect the use of that siddur will expedite your t'filos to the attention of The One Above!
I'll close by advising you ... that the admixture of a late Friday afternoon with Robert's column, writing this note to you topped off by a cd of Tony Bennett singing "Smile" ... well, it's almost too much ... so I wish you and yours a smiling :) Shabbat Shalom.
In Memory of Ben Z'L,
I remain,
Very Sincerely Yours,
Alan D. Busch
Posted by: alan at February 23, 2007 01:52 PM
Cruisin-Mom:
Who knew that setting a table could evoke such emotions?
Thanks so much. Have a lovely Shabbos.
Posted by: Robert J. Avrech
at February 23, 2007 02:10 PM
What kind of knife are you using for your challah? Is this a machete-looking knife? Growing up my family's tradition was to just rip off chunks of challah, but my husband is too much of a germ-a-phobe and is too obsessed with proper manners to ever allow someone to place their grimy fingers on the challah and rip off a piece like an uncouth barbarian...
Posted by: Fern R at February 23, 2007 02:31 PM
Nevermind, I just realized you linked to a picture. You crack me up! You don't really use that knife at your Shabbos table...right?!
Posted by: Fern R at February 23, 2007 02:34 PM
Fern:
If you click the hyperlink in the body of the text it will lead you directly to the knife I'm using. It's a "Recon 1" made by Cold Steel, and it's used primarily by soldiers, Marines, counter-terrorist operatives, etc. It's a wicked awesome blade. Heh-heh.
Ripping challah?
Ouch!
Have a serene Shabbos.
Posted by: Robert J. Avrech at February 23, 2007 02:43 PM
BTW, my youngest, almost seven-year-old, often has the zechut to make hamotzi for us, at least for Shabbat lunch. I'm not certain I'd let him HANDLE such a knife as yours. I'd be sitting on the EDGE of my seat each time.
Fern talks about her germ-a-phobe hubby; mine takes the cut challah and tosses the slices/pieces like a football to everyone 'round the table; I don't know if it's a Sefardi thing, but it was his father's minhag. Imagine how it is when we have large Shabbos or Yom Tov gatherings... "He's movin' in for the toss; it's a long one...oh, it hit the player in the shoulder...and now he's out for the rest of the game!"
Gotta go light my candles now. Good Shabbos.
Posted by: Pearl at February 23, 2007 02:46 PM
Thanks for sustaining and opening your home in this way. A lit fireplace couldn't generate as much warmth. (Not even if you use the Times as kindling.)
(Now I have a great excuse for declining invites to watch the Oscars: I'll tell people that instead I'm going to reread this post.)
Posted by: Jeremiah at February 23, 2007 02:47 PM
Fern:
I absolutely use that knife. Have for years. You and Mr. Fern are hereby invited for Shabbos dinner. You'll see. And then you'll rush out and buy one for yourself. It's happened several times already. People get all warm and cuddly toward the knife — really fast.
Posted by: Robert J. Avrech
at February 23, 2007 02:49 PM
Alan:
Karen is not at home now, but I know that she would greatly appreciate your generous note and want me to thank you in her name.
As for me, I'm hearing Tony, and I'm smiling. Thanks so much. Have a bright and happy Shabbos.
Posted by: Robert J. Avrech
at February 23, 2007 03:01 PM
Jeremiah:
The NY Times for kindling, what a splendid idea! I'll skip the Oscars too. Don't really feel the need to see Al Gore win a statue and get a long standing ovation from all those dim bulbs.
Have a truly meaningful Shabbos.
Posted by: Robert J. Avrech at February 23, 2007 03:47 PM
Robert,
As a former paper boy (I delivered the Valley News- later became the Daily News) your comments made me smile.
I can remember many mornings in which neighborhood dogs encouraged me to deliver the paper more quickly. On days such as those you were lucky if the paper ended up beneath your car as it sometimes was in the tree, on the roof or in your backyard.
BTW, I have a couple of knives that are quite similar. Never thought to use them at the dinner table. Thanks for the idea.
Good Shabbos to the Avrech house.
Posted by: Jack at February 23, 2007 05:18 PM
Regarding the ripping loaves minhag, I recall being told that those huge knives "recall" instruments of war and are therefore not used on the Shabbos table. I've seen people simply raze the blunt edge of the knife alongside a loaf and rip it up--personally I don't use challah knives either. If anyone could cite a source for (or against), I'd really appreciate it.
Shavua tov to all!
Posted by: Yael at February 24, 2007 05:49 PM
Robert, do you also use Folgers for your toddy? Have you tried other brands?
Nothing particularly wrong with Starbucks - rabbis here say the local establishments' stuffs are kosher as long as you stick to the coffee, milk, and sweeteners - save the expense. Some people like the bitterness. In my office the latest thing is the "Keurig", a coffeemaker that makes one cup of coffee from a pre-measured package in thirty seconds. It's better than Starbucks but not quite as good as toddy.
Of course, toddy has advantage that one can "make" it on Shabbes using a little hot water and powdered creamer. Yum!
Posted by: Solomon2 at February 24, 2007 07:02 PM
Jack:
No "neighborhood dogs" here to spoil the aim of the NY Times delivery guy. He's just another sinister link in the Jew-hating, liberal news-media that stretches all the way from New York to the undercarriage of my SUV.
Posted by: Robert J. Avrech
at February 24, 2007 08:11 PM
Solomon:
If you buy pre-ground coffee you can use any brand—Folger's, Chock Full o Nuts—as long as it's labeled "for all coffee makers."
If you grind your own beans , choose any variety you like, and set grind at "coarse."
We shop at Trader Joe's and buy the Trader Joe's house brand.
Isn't it great to have the Toddy coffee on Shabbos?
Posted by: Robert J. Avrech at February 24, 2007 09:07 PM
I at least hope you are not paying full price for the NYT subscription
If that's what you use to cut challah, what do you use to carve a Thanksgiving turkey? A machete? A Samurai sword?
Shavu'ah Tov
Posted by: Ari Kinsberg at February 24, 2007 11:01 PM
Ari:
Shavua Tov.
On Thanksgiving we at Casa Avrech favor a cavalry sword from the Revolutionary War. We believe in theme-slicing.
Posted by: Robert J. Avrech
at February 25, 2007 12:15 AM
Waitaminute! That knife is only four inches long. A typical Challah is at least five inches wide and peaks at over four inches high.
For that thing to be useful it would have to slice through challah like a hot knife through butter - without any sawing action at all. Is it really that good?
A cavalry sword from the Revolutionary War? American ones are rare; at least I've never seen one in good enough shape to cut food with. It would make me a little queasy cutting my turkey with a blade that may have been used to stab or behead someone first.
Posted by: Solomon2 at February 25, 2007 01:50 AM
Solomon:
Special Forces soldiers use this knife to slice through, er, terrorists. Believe me, it does just fine on challe.
Okay, time for a confession. Our Revolutionary sword is a reproduction. Sigh. Even I'm not lunatic enough to use an original—if I had one—on poultry.
Posted by: Robert J. Avrech
at February 25, 2007 02:26 AM
I loved this post!
My kids set up the dining room for Shabbat. One cleans the floor, one looks for a tablecloth and sets the table and the youngest puts the candles in the candleholders. Unfortunately he's very lazy and sometimes doesn't remove the disks from last week and I light "lopsided" candles. Gives me a laugh every week. Gotta love 'em!
I thought I was the only one who thought Starbucks was too bitter...ahh, nothing new under the sun
Now, about that knife...
Posted by: Betsy at February 25, 2007 07:08 AM
The web is so cool! For me, the height of ethnic touring was getting to know my childrens' in-laws from the New York area. With such blogs as this, I find it really interesting to have a window on to the peculiarities of ostensibly level-headed fellow Orthodox Jews.
Although I still think my mechutanim are strange birds. Planning weddings with strangers, and making joint decisions about expenses and living arrangements for the kids, reveals the most intimate details of peoples' cockeyed internal lives. Still, the image of a sword wielding frum Jew attacking a thanksgiving turkey is thrillingly weird. Did you, by any chance, write the script for the Adams Family?
Posted by: Barzilai at February 25, 2007 09:57 AM
Betsy:
Here's my method to get rid of the wax encrusted disks. I fill a soup bowl with hot water. Soak the candle holders for a few minutes and voila! the disks just come right off. Your youngest can make a game of it.
I hate Starbucks coffee. Total scam. Someone should open a Toddy Coffee Shop and absolutely clean up.
Posted by: Robert J. Avrech
at February 25, 2007 10:36 AM
Barzilai:
Did not write The Adams Family. But I did write the infamous Brian De Palma film "Body Double." Which has its share of truly frightening sharp-edged weapons. There is one scene... well, not for a family blog.
Posted by: Robert J. Avrech
at February 25, 2007 10:42 AM
Robert,
What do you use to cut a good steak.
Posted by: Jack at February 25, 2007 07:57 PM
Jack:
We have a set of very fine Boker dinner steak knives. Don't want the dining room table to start looking like a Grizzly Adams set, now do we.
Posted by: Robert J. Avrech
at February 25, 2007 08:58 PM
I'm still hung up on the cups - we've been looking for good, nice, heavy, right-sized cups for ages. Where do you get them? Can you post a link?
Many thanks!
Posted by: Lisa at February 26, 2007 02:49 PM
Rob, one of the struggles for a Christian is, doing the sabbath. Sadly, the practice of Spirit and Truth has become weak; For spirit we often have a bunch of dry songs people don't remember, and for Truth we often are limited to the Bible itself.
Now, I'm somewhat of a mystic myself, and I have always been curious about the sabbath, being that the law is not repealed, but fulfilled (in our view.)
Having read your link (quite informative) it confirms what I have recently come to understand about the Sabbath via the quite formidable Truth Project. (Focus on the Family produced it.) Work in the sense of 'God worked' does not constitute monetary employment only, but specifically creative acts. In this sense, I consider it a command to both work, and rest. (As in, do creative work for six days and rest the seventh, in the image of God - as above so below.)
My question would be, I am a pianist; now, I am certain that writing music (whether I am paid or not) constitutes a creative act; which I am to rest from on the Sabbath. But the question that arises, is worshiping the Lord through my music the same thing, creative work, would you say, or a form of resting?
I may have answered my own question...
Posted by: RiverCocytus at February 26, 2007 07:21 PM
Lisa:
The glasses are from Crate & Barrel. They are the Gibraltar Tumbler, serial # 473 - 901. I don't see them on-line, so you may just have to pop into the store for a peek. Good luck and let us know if they appeal to you.
Posted by: Robert J. Avrech
at February 26, 2007 08:01 PM
River:
I can't answer answer your question directly—because I'm not a Christian. I can only answer as a Jew.
We don't make religious judgements based on feelings. We make decisons based on halacha, legal decions that are codified. We don't want each person to sit around and struggle indivdually with these very difficult questions. It's too much for one person to bear.
So, with all due respect, I'm just going to wind up and tell you why Jewish law does not permit music to be played on the Sabbat.
Up until the times of the Temples instruments were played on the Sabbath; but after the destruction of the Second Temple, 70 CE, Rabbinic decreee declared that instruments are forbidden for fear that people would mistakenly carry their instruments on the Sabbath in public places. which is expressly forbidden—carrying, that is. This decree was a safety fence to assure the sanctity of the Sabbath. For without the Sabbath the Jewish people will not survive. Thus, we do not even blow the shofar, the ram's horn, on the Sabbath. We worship HaShem through song on Shabbat, and through the study of Torah.
This may sound quite odd, but I assure you it is grounded in Torah, written Law, and Talmud, Oral Law, and has kept the Jewish people Jewish, from time immemorial.
Hope this helps in some small way.
Posted by: Robert J. Avrech
at February 26, 2007 08:30 PM
Rob, that was the kind of answer I was hoping for. And, I can see the reasoning behind it, it does make sense. Thanks!
Posted by: RiverCocytus at February 27, 2007 08:38 AM
River:
You're very welcome. Glad to be of service.
Posted by: Robert J. Avrech
at February 27, 2007 09:25 AM
PS- about keeping Jewishness; Prager has an interesting article about it here: http://www.townhall.com/columnists/column.aspx?UrlTitle=george_soros_and_the_problem_of_the_radical_non-jewish_jew&ns=DennisPrager&dt=02/27/2007&page=full&comments=true
About the problem you've mentioned before, of the anti-Jew of Jewish origins, AKA, 'Why do these guys still vote Democrat?'
The answer he comes to is probably what you would, as well. Anyhow, interesting read.
Also, since I'm on Prager, you might want to check out this article he wrote a bit ago: http://www.orthodoxytoday.org/articles2/PragerHomosexuality.shtml (moderate content warning alert.)
Posted by: RiverCocytus at February 27, 2007 09:26 AM
Wow. What a Friday.
Beautifully written, as always.
Posted by: tnspr569 at February 28, 2007 04:42 AM
River:
Great articles. Karen and I and Dennis all went to Yeshiva of Flatbush together. He was one grade ahead of us.
Posted by: Robert J. Avrech
at February 28, 2007 08:23 AM
Tnspr:
Thanks so much.
Posted by: Robert J. Avrech
at February 28, 2007 08:24 AM
It's always good to wake up, have a cup of coffee (in Chicago it has to be hot) and get a reality check. Thanks for the reminder to always, always, always be grateful.
Posted by: therapydoc at March 13, 2007 03:24 AM
Therapydoc:
Gratitude is wonderful, isn't it? It has always seemed to me that the most grim, unhappy and depressed people are those who are ungrateful for what they have.
Keep warm and thanks for writing.
Posted by: Robert J. Avrech
at March 13, 2007 08:42 AM
