We are nearing the end of day 3 of Sabbath week and have already been given (not bought): oranges, a pineapple, sour cream, chocolates (Thornton’s and Ferrero Rocher), chocolate fingers, courgettes, peppers, cherry tomatoes, a cucumber, mushrooms, potato wedges, bananas, a butternut squash, roast beef, Easter eggs, pitta bread, pancakes, hot chocolate, Babybel cheese and cereal bars. To top it all off, we were bought an Indian takeaway last night. (In my defense, I already had a lamb goulash prepared, using leftover Easter roast lamb from the freezer and the aforementioned sour cream.)
Something is going wrong.
Sabbath week was supposed to be about living more simply, empathising with the poor, using what we had and being creative. Instead it’s turned into something of a minor Food Festival, minus the crowds of foodies traipsing through, comparing differently infused breadcrumbs.
Sabbath week is being sabotaged.
I don’t know much about the rules of sabotage (can anyone help me?), but having spent the last 24 hours mulling things over, it would appear that my only option is to foil the sabotage by planning an even more generous attack than that which has fallen on our fridge.
It’s time to start giving it away. For the rest of Sabbath week, we’ll be inviting people round for meals, taking contributions when we go to friends’ houses, cooking up what we have and giving it to others in as many different contexts as we can.
Let’s see whether anyone can sabotage that, eh?