There was still some cooking to do but nothing for anyone to stress about. Josh and I had the job of fetching the last food from the shops and picking up the preordered fruit tart. First I had to charm the chicken guys to cut our chooks into 8 pieces, instead of the usual 4. The grumpy older lady who served me the first 2 chooks wouldn´t budge. When she popped out the nice young guy diced our last chook up extra tiny.
We picked up fresh salad ingredients and then to the amazing tart. It looked even better than its online picture (found at http://www.patisserie-valerie.co.uk/)
In the evening we went to shule. We took Karen´s friend´s child with us. He had never been before and we were happy to look after him. All dressed up for the high holiday we got to the tube station. Right in the middle of rush hour. We threw ourselves into the living human mass that is rush hour tube traffic. Slowly, slowly we moved.
Finally through the underground and a short walk later we found the synagogue. It was sadly empty, but beautiful. Like an old church it was decorated. The pillars and the ceilings and the stained glass windows were all intricate, made with care. The arc at the front was topped with an enormous structure not unlike a mini Taj Majal. This place felt like it had real history. A sense of presence. We stayed for a short evening service.
By the time e got back to the flat all the other guests had arrived. Lots people drinking wine and chatting away. It as nice to see many of them again, especially my cousins. We went through the chicken and salad I had fetched early that day. What I couldn´t wait for was the dessert. The fruit tart was worth the wait. So amazing. The Cupcakes,now with their honey icing, were just as good.
Everyone left feeling full and happy. Dani and I bid farewell to the rest of the family and went home.
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