My Most Memorable Purim

My most memorable Purim is a scary scene. Me with about 60 quarts of soup and 24 pounds of challah dough, crying like a baby at 2AM.

Let me explain.

When we moved to Monsey in 2007 I really wanted to make a splash that first Purim. The community had been so warm and welcoming and I really wanted to show my appreciation, by making all 60 families (or most of them) mishloach manot.

Since I didn’t grow up in a family that made mishloach manot, or much of anything in the kitchen, when I first got married I frantically attempted to pull something together, at the last minute, only after my husband reminded me Purim was tomorrow. So I borrowed a page from my friend Anita’s book and bought every purple food I could find left on the supermarket shelf, threw it all in a bag, and attached a card wishing everyone a “Grape Purim.” Boy was I ever proud of myself. No really, I was proud.

A couple of years later we move to Monsey and almost every neighbor stopped by with cupcakes or invited us over for a Shabbos meal. It was the warmest non-stop welcome wagon in the history of mankind. Now here is where you remark “but Jamie, you haven’t spoken to all of mankind” and here is where I say “but it really felt like that, do you have to take me oh-so-literally?!”

So back to the warm and fuzzy welcome wagon. By the time Purim rolled around, I felt like I had yet to repay all those lovely neighbors of mine. Brainstorm…show them all I care with a special homemade shalach munis aka mishloach manot. That year Purim fell out on Erev Shabbos so I went all certifiable with my theme and decided that each sweetheart of a neighbor deserved a fresh baked challah roll (kneaded that 24 pounds of dough BY HAND!) a quart of chicken soup (used ALL the pots in my kitchen) and then’ cause I didn’t want to make things too hard (really ’cause I ran out of steam) I threw in one of those cute small bottles of Kedem grape juice (I was hoping they would have a grape Purim, even if I now knew better not to write it on the card).

Well, I forgot I was supposed to hear Megillah reading, I forgot I had 3 small kids almost 3, almost 2 and 5 months, and I forgot that certain things should not be tried at home, under pressure, the night of Purim. Hubby calmly talked me off that ledge, I don’t believe I slept, everyone got their challah and soup and stuff but I promised myself, actually Hubby made me promise the family…never ever again.

So now I started a new custom. Since I don’t always get to deliver cookies or cupcakes as much as I plan to, or invite the new family over for a shabbos meal, as much as I want to, I use Purim as the opportunity to bring them something special. “Them” of course being that new family on the block or those neighbors I haven’t had a chance to get to know as well. I go down that list and make only 20-30 mishloach manot that can be prepped in advance, stored without a fridge and that don’t require all of my burners.

A few of my favorite mishloach manot are these Cookie Mix in a Jar.

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