I love the craziness that is planning for Hanukkah, especially the food. Traditionally, fried foods are consumed as part of the commemoration of the Maccabees not having enough oil for the menorah which miraculously burned for eight nights despite the small quantity. Why fried foods you ask? Because it’s fried in oil. Get the connection?
We’ve tried an all-fried or mostly fried menu in the past, and our stomachs lived to regret it. There are, however, many delicious recipes one can make for Hanukkah that aren’t fried. They also probably aren’t traditional, and may raise a few eyebrows, but good eating is part of what it’s all about for us, and Adonai has blessed us richly!
So don’t laugh when I tell you the Gibson household will be dining on my homemade macaroni and cheese for Hanukkah tonight. It’s so rich and cheesy that it’s almost sinful. Fear not, we pray over it before eating to counterbalance that last point.
HL’s Homemade Macaroni & Cheese
1 – 1 lb. box of elbow macaroni
½ c (1 stick) unsalted butter
½ c all-purpose flour
4 c whole milk
3 – 8 oz. blocks of cheese, shredded
Salt and pepper to taste
½ – 1 t dry mustard, optional
Side note: I start with blocks of cheese over pre-shredded because it’s creamier. The pre-shredded stuff always seems dry to me. Also, I suspect the quantity isn’t exactly what the packaging says. You’ll want at least six cups of cheese, however, I’ve found that a little more never hurts which is another reason I prefer blocks of cheese.
When choosing cheeses, I like to include at least one orange cheese to make it look like traditional, American mac-n-cheese. However, an all-white version is just as tasty and visually pleasing.
Consider mild, sharp, or extra sharp orange cheddars, NY white cheddar, mozzarella, Gruyère, Swiss, Monterrey Jack, Colby-Jack, Longhorn, etc. I know some of these are considered to be the same, but I’ve found subtle taste differences that make choosing half the fun.
Preheat your oven to 400°.
Cook the macaroni according to package instructions until al dente. Drain thoroughly as macaroni holds a lot of water in the crook of the elbow. While the macaroni is draining, use the hot pot you cooked it in to melt the butter over a low heat. Add the flour and whisk until smooth. Cook for one minute and do not let it burn.
Slowly add the milk, whisking thoroughly, and cook for another minute over medium heat. Add all but a half cup of the cheese by handfuls, stirring after each addition. Continue cooking until the cheese melts and becomes stringy. Not all the cheese may melt, but this is acceptable.
Add the drained macaroni to the mixture and stir to coat. Carefully pour the mixture into a well-greased 9 x 13 glass baking dish. (Do not panic if it seems soupy. The extra liquid will be absorbed and make the mac-n-cheese creamy.) Top with the last half cup of cheese. Bake at 400° for 25 minutes or until the cheese on the top browns and bubbles. Let it sit for ten minutes before serving.
I’ve chosen all Italian cheeses, added ½ – 1 T of Italian seasoning, grilled chicken, and topped with slices of provolone.
Bread crumbs tossed with parmesan cheese is also a delicious topper.
Uncured turkey bacon, cooked and diced, tastes wonderful stirred in. We use Applegate.
There’s nothing to make you realize you stink at sukkahs quite like dining in the sukkah of people who have been doing it for years. Imagine the cringe I felt in my heart as I approached the home of our friends, Dan and Valeri Remark, who, you will recall, also put on one prodigious Passover this past printemps. But please don’t think for one minute that we weren’t made to feel extremely welcome or that we didn’t enjoy ourselves.
Still, I have to laugh at myself and the thoughts running through my mind as I walked toward the Remarks’ home. Things like…oh, they have tiki torches lit…how charming…is that wisteria growing over the sukkah frame…please don’t tell me they trained wisteria to grow over the frame…of course they have wisteria growing over the frame—Dan and Valeri are awesome…oh, it’s branches of butterfly bush…yeah, that’s not any less gorgeous.
And don’t get me started on Valeri’s table. In a word: Wow. Each place setting had a different yet perfectly coordinated bowl and plate, there was an eclectic mixture of wine glasses, and candelabras from Don Drumm Studio & Gallery graced the table. For just a touch of whimsy, chili pepper and shotgun shell lights were strung beneath the branches adding to the glow from the candles.
We dined on Dan’s homemade chicken soup. Other guests brought cucumber salad and challah bread . My contribution was a cheeseball and assorted crackers. I’ve provided my recipe below. Dessert was extra special because we celebrated the fourth birthday of Dan and Valeri’s grandson, Roman, with a chocolate cake with whipped icing.
My thoughts regarding our soggy sukkah back home (it’s been a very rainy Sukkot this year) were allayed by stories Dan and Valeri shared with us on their first attempts toward keeping the moedim (appointed times). We may be eating off a card table and a too-small teak table from a patio set, but our hearts and our motives are in the right place. As I said before, there is always room for growth with Adonai.
Pineapple Cheese Ball
1 – 8 oz. bar of cream cheese, softened
1 T sweet onion, finely diced
½ c. crushed pineapple, thoroughly drained
1 t sea salt
2 T green pepper, finely diced
1 c whole pecans
Place the pecans on a baking sheet and toast at 400° F for exactly five minutes. Pecans toast quickly, so set an accurate timer. Set aside to cool for later used. Drain the crushed pineapple in a fine mesh sieve or colander with small holes and press out the excess liquid with the back of a large spoon. Place the softened cream cheese, onion, green pepper, drained pineapple, and salt in a mixing bowl and combine thoroughly. Use a spatula to form into a ball. Coarsely chop the pecans and spread them in a neat pile on a cutting board. Roll the cheese ball in the nuts, gently patting them in when necessary, until the entire cheese ball is covered. A spatula helps with this process. Serve with assorted crackers.
Less than twenty-four hours to Sukkot, and I have no sukkah. What I have is a cabana frame with no way to attach the Chinese silver grass (and no promise the frame will support the weight) and no way to affix the sheets I plan on using as curtains. Oh, I also have a mother who says, “You know I like things elaborate,” and “I just ran out of time to make the curtains.” Funny how we’re back to using the sheets I suggested in the first place and she dismissed as hillbilly.
This is round two of building a sukkah for the Gibson Family. You’ll recall last year’s efforts (Learning Curve) were redneck at best. We’ve come a long way since then, and we’ve learned a few things. Such as sukkahs need four walls and branches still attached to the tree don’t count. Still, we did our best, and I truly believe Adonai was honored by our efforts. This year, I’m thinking He might be grading on a tougher curve, and we’re getting points checked off for lack of preparedness.
You see, I had this all planned out on Monday when Mom and I went to buy the PVC pipe, three-way elbows, and the shower curtain clips. We were on our way to Home Depot and ended up everywhere except Home Depot. I could have had this finished Monday evening and been peacefully admiring my sukkah in anticipation of sundown Wednesday. Instead, I’m anticipating watching my mother weave paracord around the top of the frame (at minus five-foot-short, I have no idea how she’s going to reach the top of the ten-foot-plus, peaked cabana frame) probably while standing on a step ladder (I’m not sure we own one anymore) placed on uneven ground. I’m having flashbacks to Mom and Dad fighting over the set-up of…well, just about everything.
And the grasses still need cut down. With a reciprocating saw. I know we own one of those, but I have absolutely no idea what it looks like or where it is. Dad is supposed to help me with this, but then I wonder who will watch Mom while she’s weaving paracord on a ladder? This is not going well. At least Dad should be sufficiently occupied cutting grasses so as not to pick a fight with Mom. And nobody better pick a fight with me because I have a headache already. Is it too early in the day for a glass of bourbon?
Here’s the kicker: we have until sundown this evening to complete this, except Mom wants to eats dinner in the sukkah as a family. My husband, William, leaves for work at 3:30 PM. So, we have roughly four and a half hours to get this thing ready. I’m thinking we should have completed the sukkah today, enjoyed some coffee, tea, and cake in it, and then tomorrow when husband’s vacation starts, enjoy dinner as a family. Am I the only person who sees this spiraling out of control?
Don’t even get me started on dinner. Mom asked what I planned on making for the first evening. This is code for “I’m buying the cabana frame, so you make dinner.” Not a problem at all. Really. I figured we’d have the sukkah up by Monday evening anyhow, so I’d be free to prepare food. Then she texts me with a picture of the marinara sauce she’s making for dinner. I hadn’t even suggested a menu, and already she nixed it. Again, not a problem. We like marinara over spaghetti, and I have back-up sauce in case our teenager snarls his nose at it.
It’s anyone’s guess how this is going to go off. I know there are a few details we still aren’t going to get right, but like life in general, Adonai gives us time to grow. It’s anyone’s guess whether it’s His voice or mother’s in my head saying, “Have a little faith.”
I’ve mentioned before that I have a tendency to feed the characters in my stories. In fact my novel, The Secrets of Dr. John Welles, is replete with the mention of food prompting the sharing of recipes. So when I began The Artist’s Corner, it made sense to feature someone who enjoys the art of cooking as much as I do. I don’t believe Priscilla has ever cooked for a fictional person, but if she did, they would enjoy her talent as much as the real people for whom she cooks.
Hello and welcome to the Artist’s Corner. Tell me a little bit about yourself.
Well, I’ve been married for fifty-one years, and I have two children and two grandchildren. I have enjoyed being a homemaker for the better part of my marriage. I was heavily involved in raising my family and my children’s schooling, but I also worked in the banking and legal industry as well as a volunteer at the fire department.
How/when did your love of cooking develop?
I learned to cook under my mother’s instruction, but growing up in West Virginia didn’t expose me to a variety of foods. My basic cooking skills didn’t develop until my high school home economics class in Ohio. My final project was to collect recipes, and I gathered some good ones, but they were basic.
I honed my skills through my relationship with my oldest brother’s wife. Inta is Latvian, and she introduced me to other foods and methods of preparation. I fell in love with cooking and realized I could do this, too.
Do you consider the food you prepare art?
All of it. From the first steps of preparation to the finished meal is the creation process resulting in edible art. That’s why I take pictures of it and put it on Facebook! At first I thought just the fancy stuff and my baking was art, but I realized it all is. The quality of the food contributes to the finished product. Homemade food is art with love infused. In fact, something as simple as fried green tomatoes when made with good ingredients and love are impressive.
And don’t forget that the table setting is part of it. Presentation plays an important role. You eat first with your eyes, then your sense of smell, and finally with your mouth. Sure, it’s the same food when you hastily prepare it and eat right out of the pans, but beautiful dishes, large platters, place mats, candlelight, napkins, silver, and crystal: all this enhances the food. You make it worthy of being presented in a magazine.
Do you put yourself into your cooking?
Absolutely. How I season, what I choose to cook for a particular meal, how I approach the preparation process: this is me infusing myself into the food. I love to cook what I enjoy eating for other people. It’s a small expression of my personality that I can share with others. And you really can’t go wrong when you’re cooking something you like to eat; it’s like giving a present of yourself to someone.
My accent is on good, solid food. Not necessarily fancy, but I’m not afraid to try something new. Thai food has been of interest to me lately. But if asked to prepare something that I’m not particularly fond of or have never made, I’ll still make every effort to please whoever I’m feeding.
I don’t consider myself a chef by any means, but I consider myself a cook, and a good one. I have training in life experience with cooking. My education comes from searching through cookbooks, vintage recipes, online, and word of mouth which usually provides the best recipes. And I can never leave a recipe alone; I always tweak it! Sometimes my recipes are never the same twice, but they’re always good.
What other cooking experience have you had?
On a whim, I took a cake decorating class with women from a craft club I attended years ago when my children were young. A bunch of us went. I fell in love with the art of cake decorating and started making my kids’ cakes, cakes for neighbors, cakes for family functions. I realized I could channel my talent into a small business. With a lot of practice, I worked my way up to wedding cakes and was quite successful.
Did your non-cooking work experience lead to the pursuit of cooking?
Not exactly, but cooking for my family fed my interest. I’ve never even been a waitress, but I’ve been involved with hosting tea parties (in my home, at church, and in other people’s homes), guests breakfasts for Pastor Appreciation, luncheons honoring staff or administrators at schools, catered wedding receptions, wedding showers, baby showers, conference luncheons for two hundred people at churches, a week’s worth of meals for an equestrian group with special dietary requests, and company Christmas parties. In each instance, I worked with my client(s) to create a full menu that would be visually pleasing and delicious, and then I prepared the food.
What or who is your inspiration for cooking?
Julia Child, Ina Garten, and Martha Stewart—they cause me to rise up to their standard of cooking. I love watching them and reading their cookbooks. Factor in Graham Kerr and Justin Wilson.
What do you enjoy cooking?
It would be a lot quicker to say what I don’t enjoy. My favorite things to cook are my childhood comfort foods which are brown beans and cornbread, meatloaf and mashed potatoes. Simple desserts like Crazy Cake and fudge. Really, it’s hard to say any one thing since I like to make big meals and serve people. I love to make pasta, beef roasts, chicken in many forms, roasted vegetables. I love baking pies, breads, cookies, and cakes in that order.
Do you still cook for others as a business?
No, now it’s all for pure pleasure. Well, actually, I’d take small jobs for close friends or family. I’ve done everything I want to do business-wise with cooking. I could turn all my handwritten recipes into a cookbook. I could see a market for it based on people’s positive reaction to The Pioneer Woman and Paula Deen. People like well-prepared, basic food that tastes good and isn’t difficult. Food you already have in your cupboards.
Have you ever competed in a cooking contest or bake off? If so, how did you do?
I baked for competition once. When I was a young mother, I made candy apple pie for a local grocery store’s competition. I took second place and received a ribbon! I love watching the competitions on television and thinking, I could beat Bobby Flay, but cooking shouldn’t be under pressure or about throwing food around. I’m not going to cook octopus, but if Bobby and I competed at potato soup or chili, I know I could take him down in a heartbeat.
How have you shared your cooking skills?
Lately, I’ve been teaching a young girl how to cook because she’s homeschooled. Her mother asked me if I’d teach her to bake cupcakes and cookies because she’d tasted my stuff. We slowly progressed into pies (double crust and with meringue), and she’s made palmiers, pudding, and angel food cake. Next she’s going to make cheesecake. We keep progressing with more and more difficult techniques.
What’s your opinion on the removal of Home Economics from school, specifically cooking?
It’s sad because young people don’t know how to cook. They come home from work and buy something frozen or already prepared. And I’m not talking about just girls. Boys need to know how to cook, too. My one grandson is prime example that boys can learn how to cook. It doesn’t have to be fancy, but they need to learn how to feed themselves. Breakfast and dinner are essentials because that’s usually when they’re home. Lunch is often eaten out, so they need to learn how to choose wisely.
How is what you cook for yourself different from what you cook for other people?
If I’m making a grilled cheese for myself, I’m going to grab a couple slices of bread from the fridge, use American cheese, and the fanciest thing I’d include would be a slice of tomato. But if I’m making grilled cheese for someone else, I’m going to use seven-grain or homemade sourdough bread, gruyere, fontina, or a combination of exceptional melting cheeses, spread one side with Dijon mustard, and put a slice of roasted red pepper on that baby. Still grilled cheese, but see the difference!
No doubt you’d work presentation into this simple fare?
Absolutely! And it’s not just dressing up ill-prepared or tasteless food. Make no mistake; it all starts with delicious food, quality ingredients. Even how you refer to it is important. Simple things like cutting the crust off toast or sprinkling chopped green onions over an omelet and serving it on pretty dishes can go a long way to turning the eggs and toast you always have for breakfast into something special.
What’s your favorite meal to cook?
Passover. I love cooking for Passover. When I’m cooking the Passover meal, the whole experience becomes holy. Of course the Seder is beautiful; it’s for Adonai. It can be quite long, so people are getting hungry. You’d better serve them your best, and I do. What I hope they know is that I’ve given my best to them because of my love for Adonai.
What’s your dream meal?
To have lunch with Martha Stewart, but I prepare the food. There’d be a salad involved, probably a soup and sandwich combination. The time of year, whether spring or fall, would influence the menu. And I’d make homemade pie, probably lemon meringue because my crust is excellent.
What’s your biggest complaint with cooking?
The cost of good ingredients can be prohibitive. One meal could be outrageous. I’ll buy organic when it’s feasible. My concern isn’t just for myself, it’s for everyone. We live in a country that wastes too much food. The GMOs bother me, too. Whole foods and organics should be available at reasonable prices to everyone.
So do you have a recipe to share with us?
You know I do!
6 – 8 Redskin or Yukon Gold potatoes, peeled and diced
3 – 4 ribs of celery, sliced
Medium sweet onion, chopped
4 eggs, beaten
1 ½ c flour
½ t salt
Stick of butter
4 – 6 cups chicken broth, homemade or canned (enough to cover, depends on the size of your potatoes)
Salt and pepper to taste
1 quart half-n-half
Place the potatoes, celery, and onions in a large pot and cover with the broth. Bring to a boil, reduce to simmer, and cover while you’re making the dumplings.
Combined the eggs, flour, and salt in a mixing bowl and stir thoroughly to make a thick batter for dumplings. Take a large spoonful of dumpling mixture and cut off pieces with a butter knife, dropping them into the hot soup. Add a stick of butter. Cover and let the dumplings cook for 5 – 8 minutes.
Turn the heat off and add the half-and-half until there is plenty of liquid around the ingredients and the soup looks creamy. Taste to see if you need more salt, then season further with salt and pepper.
My family likes to top the soup with small chunks of Havarti, let it soften ever so slightly, and then eat it!
I wish I had listened when people told me to remember these days. They were speaking of the days when my son, Joshua, was little. And I did remember quite a lot; I have the scrapbooks and an entire room devoted to the production thereof as proof.
There was a time when I just wanted a few more moments of sleep, to eat my meal while it was still hot, or to sit down and read a book or watch a movie in the silence and peace I used to enjoy prior to a child. As recently as yesterday when I sent Joshua to the school on his mountain bike to pick up his work permit so I could shower in preparation for taking him for a haircut so he’d look great for the picture on his temps then down to the BMV to get said temps then running home to make lunch before hubby left for work then cleaning up and staying put so Joshua could finish mowing for his dad and using the time to write a thank you note, put in laundry, and type up a synopsis for my current WIP then rushing off to buy pants for the job he started today, I thought to myself how much I want my life back!
Prior to that was all the running to obtain a birth certificate for the job and temps and work permit (I told him to have this stuff finished before school let out for the summer) as well as the three days it took him to get himself in gear to do everything listed above (I’m trying to be a hands-off parent as he matures). There’s a DVD of Persuasion on my countertop begging to be watched, a book to be finished, and don’t even get me started on how I haven’t written anything toward my current WIP or my blog pretty much since school ended.
This summer has been crazy. And really, I’m not complaining, but I wish I people who had said remember these days had also warned me that although children become more independent as they get older, in many new ways they are still quite dependent. What I used to do for Joshua was contained to our little world, our home. Now I’m pretty sure I’m trekking across America several times a week getting, taking, and doing for this kid.
My joyous internal screams were probably felt as shock waves in most of Ohio when Joshua told me he had job orientation from eight to three on Thursday and Friday. What? I’ll have two whole days to write and read? Thank, Adonai; truly You are merciful.
Josh woke me at seven thirty to take him to work (Recall, he only has his temps since yesterday, and tonight will be the first night of driving lessons). I asked all the motherly questions from did you take your allergy pill and brush your teeth to do you have your ID badge and lunch packed? My questions were greeted with one-syllable, monotone affirmations.
I drove him to work and stopped a little way from the front doors so as not to embarrass him. And then I watched my baby walk away. And I wanted to jump out of the car and convince him to come home with me where I’d make him all his favorite foods, and we’d watch all his favorite shows, and then go to Kame’s to look at hunting gear, and visit Sweet Frog for yogurt, and if he was still hungry (which teen boys always are) we’d go for burgers or pizza.
Yes, this summer has been crazy. I’ve hardly written at all since May. When I pulled into the garage after dropping off Josh, I looked beside me and saw his lunch on the drink holders where he’d forgotten it. I’ll be taking that to him around noon. If I’m lucky, tonight after his driving lesson, we’ll go for a drive with me at the wheel. It’s a habit we started in the evenings as the sun is going down. We just pick a direction and drive until it gets dark or we’re tired. Josh and I talk about everything during these drives, and the other day he told me how much he enjoys them. I don’t believe he realizes that as I drive he places his hand lightly over mine where it rests.
I know things will calm down once school starts at the end of August. My routine will be restored, and my writing will flourish. For now I’ll set it aside because I wouldn’t trade publication with the best publishing house in the world or my book selling millions of copies and being made into a movie for the moments I’m collecting and turning into memories.
In my novel, The Secrets of Dr. John Welles, Samuel Feldman married the love of his life, Abigail Cohen, in May of 1935. His two best friends, John Welles and Claude Willoughby, stood for Sam as his best men. The occasion brought the three friends together after a long separation due to emotional trauma Claude had endured during their college years. John and Claude had enjoyed Sam’s Jewish heritage during Chanukkah, but their participation in Sam and Babby’s wedding would draw them in even closer. It was unlike anything John and Claude had ever experienced.
The signing of the ketubah was the first ritual to involve John and Claude. An ancient document, the ketubah is a marriage contract of sorts that specifies the groom’s commitments to the bride. It is signed by two appointed Jewish witnesses who must not be family members related to the bride and groom by blood. Scandal of scandals: neither John nor Sam was Jewish. As readers will find upon publication of my novel, the lovely Abigail Cohen was one for breaking tradition. She knew how much Sam’s two best friends meant to him. In the eyes of the bride and groom, they were family, and therefore they had the honor of signing the marriage contract. This small detail would make the newlyweds ketubah, a work of art in itself to be framed and hung in their new home, that much more meaningful.
The second ritual, called the badeken, happens right after the witnesses sign the ketubah. The badeken is when the groom covers the bride’s face with her veil. Different sources cite different accounts in the Bible as the reason for this with one explanation claiming it had to do with Rivkah (Rebecca) veiling herself when she first saw Yitzchak (Isaac), another said it was in reference to the heavily veiled Leah during her marriage to Yaakov (Jacob), and another said it was a combination of both incidents. The badeken ceremony can be quite emotional as the bride and groom may not have seen each other for twenty-four hours or as long as one week until this moment.
At this point, the wedding party enters the main ceremony where all the guests are seated. They proceed toward the focal point of the ceremony: the chuppah. I’ll direct you to The Hoopla About Chuppahs to find out how they figure in the Jewish wedding ceremony.
While beneath the chuppah, the bride circles the groom seven times. This beautiful ritual is reminiscent of the Israelites seven trips around the walls of Jericho. On completing the seventh lap, a miracle occurred when the walls of the city tumbled down, and the Israelites were able to capture the city. Every man is like the city of Jericho with a wall built around his heart. Men are often taught to hide their feelings, portray an exterior of impenetrability, and appear as if they have it all figured out. These elaborate defenses hide any sign of weakness or vulnerability as well as guard their deepest secret: they are sensitive and humble, simple and soft inside.
Along comes the wise woman who can pierce this defensive wall by surrounding her husband with the protective atmosphere of her love. She envelops him with affection, reassures him that he is her anchor, her center, and the focal point of her life. By doing so, he feels safe and comfortable, and the walls protecting his heart tumble down for her.
Two cups of wine are used during the wedding ceremony. The first cup accompanies the betrothal blessings and is recited by the rabbi. Afterward the reciting, the couple drinks from the cup. The betrothal blessings express the resolve of the groom and bride to create a Jewish home dedicated to Adonai and the wellbeing of all humanity.
A Jewish marriage becomes official when the groom gives an object of value to the bride. Traditionally, this is done with a ring that is totally plain without stones or marks. It is hoped that the marriage will be one of simple beauty the same as the ring. This is another place where I had my characters break with tradition ever so slightly. Sam’s father, Ezra, was a jeweler of unparalleled skill, and for the wedding of his youngest son, he created a wedding band with his blessing hand carved into the gold.
Upon exchanging of the rings, the couple declares their betrothal to each other. The words “by this ring you are consecrated to me according to the Law of Moses and Israel” form the essence of the marriage service. The ring, an unbroken circle, symbolizes the eternal nature of the marriage covenant. Then the ketubah is read and given to the groom to hand to his bride. She holds on to it for all the days of their marriage as it is her property and has the standing of a legally binding agreement.
The Sheva Brachot, or Seven Blessings, are then recited over the second cup of wine by the rabbi, cantor, or other people wishing to honor the happy couple. These ancient blessings place the bride and groom into a wider social and sacred setting. After these blessings, the bride and groom share a second cup of wine.
The most familiar tradition in a Jewish wedding is the breaking of a glass by the groom. This act concludes the ceremony and signals the guests to shout Mazel Tov, cheer, dance, and start partying. Some of the explanations behind the smashing of the glass include:
- To show that life holds sorrow as well as joy
- A reminder that marriage will change your life forever
- Symbolizes the destruction of the temple in Jerusalem approximately 2000 years ago
- It’s a break with the past, and the marriage will last as long as the glass remains broken
- Symbolizes what is broken in society
- A superstition that the loud noise will drive away evil spirits
- It’s a time to focus prayers and energies on a specific brokenness that needs repaired
- A hope that the couple’s happiness will be as plentiful as the shards of glass or their children as numerous as the shards of glass
- It’s a representation of the fragility of human relationships
The last part of the service occurs when the newlyweds separate from where the ceremony took place. During the yichud, one of the most intimate and private parts of the day, the bride and groom are required to have time alone away from family and guests to reflect on their marriage. In times past, the marriage would have been consummated during the yichud. Afterward, the new couple would join the party.