The Israeli family is not an ordinary American family no matter how Americanized the kids feel. In most American families, with a teenager involved a Friday night is a detached night from the family. You ask just about any teenager what they do on a Friday night and they will say, “Party” or “Hang out with friends”. On the other hand the family-dinner that my parents and I went to was at our friend’s house and like most Israeli families they to spend Friday nights as a family; no one leaves the house until dinner is over. (Unless they go to a synagogue together and then come home to have dinner, or go to a friend’s house together) Dinner is a whole separate ritual, there are certain things that have to be on the table, certain things they say and sing, before the meal, and the way that it is considered a special family gathering day. This really amazes me, because my family has never done anything like that before.
The Shabbat dinner started at 5:30 PM, when we got there, they greeted us, and we chitchatted for a while, and then sat down at the table. The table had a beautiful white tablecloth on it, and antique plates at each seating spot, and really shiny silverware. Each person had one glass filled a
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Once we finished the chicken soup, the lady of the house collected all the bowls and brought out the second dish, which was mashed potatoes, and chicken, and there were a few salads, and bread spreads. On the table that we were sitting at each person had a metal wineglass, and there were 2 hallot covered closer to the head of the table on the side that the male sat at. Since the first day of creation of the Jewish people, the rich heritage endured through the years, and the tradition is still preserved. Then we all got up and went to wash our hands. After which everyone kissed each other as they said “Shabbat Shalom”. Then the lady of the house went into the kitchen and started bringing out plates of chicken soup and matzo balls. I also noticed that my dad and the head of the table were talking together and my mom and the lady of the table were also talking together. “That is so we are not being impolite to the lord” I wasn’t really sure how covering one’s head had anything to do with politeness but I didn’t ask any more. ” I wasn’t really sure of how she, or the culture put those two together, but I just smiled and nodded, and kept on eating. She put them next to the sink and turned the light off in the kitchen. little with grape wine, Sosnick Company. I didn’t want to ask if he was mourning or not, so I just sat quietly. The man of the house said that it means, “so be it,” I guess they are saying that they agree with what ever the prayer says. After which he said the prayer over the wine, and everyone took a sip.
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