We pulled into Indianapolis with less than three hours until Shabbat started.
No time to clean.
Ummm, mind you, I am not complaining about that part of it.
No time to make challah- so I send Aaron and Sarah off to Trader Joes to buy two loaves.
Two? We need two to make motzi on erev Shabbat- Friday evening. We don’t’ need a third, because they will make motzi at synagogue on Saturday.
As they are heading out the door, I tell him to get pita bread , if there is nothing else.
Aaron wants to know why he can’t just go to Marsh to get the challah.
Marsh is closer, less than half the distance, and involves driving on no major roads- especially on the is day of heavy traffic- Black Friday- when the call of the after-Thanksgiving sales draws people out on the roads to the stores in droves.
“No can do.” I tell him “They have challah, but it isn’t kosher.”
Don’t’ ask me why they do a good bus9iness selling challah that isn’t’ kosher. Do non-Jews like it? Do droves of Jews who don’t’ keep kosher go there especially to buy it to eat on Shabbat? I don’t’ know- but they sell a lot.
About 45 minutes later, they return home. The quiche is in eth oven, the rice is on eth stove, and I have located a couple of boxes of chocolate and cookies from the depths of the pantry.
Aaron tells me, “When we got there , we looked for the challah, but the shelves were empty.”
Nice to know that droves of people also buy the kosher challahs.
Then he continued, “But I asked a guy who worked there if they were all gone. He got down on his knees and reached back where you can’t see on the lowest shelf and pulled out this last loaf of challah.”
Obviously, we had arrived back in Indianapolis , just in time for him to get the last loaf. Oh, and a package of whole wheat pitas.
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