Yesterday was Rosh Hashonah, the Jewish New Year. I always feel guilty because I don't belong to a temple, therefore I don't go to one on the holidays or any other time. (Unless of course I am invited to a Bar or Bat Mitzvah.). I live in a town where everyone goes to Temple on the high holidays. There is at least one temple per block here, so there is no excuse not to go really. So to make up for not going, I cook. I figure if I don't go to pray to God I might do just as well cooking for him (or her). So I spent the entire day on my feet in the kitchen. I made potato kugel from scratch just the way my grandmother made it except she grated her potatoes by hand, and I use the food processor. The food processor makes really quick work of 8 Idaho potatoes! Then I made the matzoh balls for the chicken soup. Lucky for me you can buy a mix for them because otherwise I would have no idea how to make them. They were delish. I made two roast chickens as well. The rest I bought. Rugalah and challah from Kupels, and wine from Trader Joes.
I had invited our good friends, the Katz's over for dinner and we had a lovely evening even though they never miss an opportunity to let me know how they feel about Barney Frank. I adore the Katz's but they are staunch Republicans. I can never agree with them on political issues, nor they me. But we love each other anyway.
By the end of the night I didn't feel guilty at all about not having gone to shul. My feet were too sore from being on them all day in the kitchen and I was too tired to care.