I can breathe a sigh of relief, until next year, Sukkot, Simhat Torah and all the rest of it is finally over with. The New Year has begun, counting down the days yet again.Every year I approach the building of our Sukkah and the entertaining we do in it with renewed enthusiasm. The Los Angeles area, with its mild climate, lends itself to dining al fresco at night even in September, October. Today I must confess, with impending rain clouds above (strange for this time of year), my helpers and I rushed
to take it all down and store it away until next year. The saris hung across the roof, the tacky clustered grape lights that created atmosphere when the sun went down, the wall tapestries, candles, the tables and chairs, finally the palm fronds, and extension cords all dispatched to their cupboards to wait out another four seasons until next September or the trash. I will share a few pictures and the menus for two of the evening’s parties.
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