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Does Pizza Hut Deliver on Yom Kippur?
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As I write this column, I’m thinking about food, which is a pretty natural state for me. But today it’s especially odd as we approach Yom Kippur, the Day of Atonement and fasting.
Usually the fast itself is no big deal for me. The day of prayer and introspection, making peace with everyone and everything in my life, gives me a deep sense of serenity and cleansing. And the fast truly does get easier for me year after year.
So why haven’t I been able to get my mind out of the refrigerator for the last week or two? Maybe it’s because every conversation I’ve been having about the holidays revolves around eating. Where are we breaking the fast? What are you cooking for the pre-fast meal? What time should we sit down to eat before services, and what time does the Shofar blow at your Temple so we can finally eat again? Where do you think we should go to get best bagels? On that we all agree … Brooklyn.
My husband reminds me again this year not to prepare the dreaded customary bland boiled chicken and I remember my mother’s annual admonition not to cook anything too spicy or salty, so nobody gets thirsty. My daughter is delighted to hear I’ll be ordering all the “Jewish fish stuff” for break fast. My son tells us again how he used to break fast at The Outback while he was in college. And my father-in-law makes his annual phone call to let me know that he’ll be bringing the Challah bread and sugar free cake.
Then everyone reminds everyone else that it’s okay not to fast if someone’s life is at stake. Which doesn’t mean if the Pizza Hut delivery guy happens to pull along side the car and force us at gunpoint to swallow down a cheese lover’s double crust on the way to Temple. 
There is sure a lot of a discussion and thinking about food while preparing to fast! No wonder my recent Yoga meditations have been invaded by flying chicken cutlets, swimming pickled herring and a new kind of hero worship.
But I do find great fulfillment in the feeding of people even those who aren’t me. So I guess this little piggy had better stop thinking and writing about eating and get myself to market … then into the kitchen to start chopping, slicing, dicing, boiling, baking, steaming, sautéing, and microwaving so we can spend Yom Kippur not eating.
And to all my readers who celebrate too, I wish you a Happy and Healthy New Year 5770.
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