An Open Letter to My China
Dear “Orchard Hill,”
I know it has been far too long. In fact, our chance meeting fifteen years ago held so much promise. Visions of drawn-out Shabbat dinners with friends, scrumptious brunches, and festive soirées filled my head as I ran the scanner over your UPC tag at the now-defunct Bullock’s, OBM. But you know what “they” say about good intentions…
Without a complaint, you have remained in the sideboard. Waiting. Biding your time. Never mind that you have been there since we first opened you. Never mind that our set is incomplete. Or that it has been discontinued. Hopefully, you stay faithful to our shared dream.
Not much longer, my dear “Orchard Hill,” not much longer. With the move East, I will finally have the time and energy to make Shabbos at home for my little family. Not to mention a bigger kitchen.
Thanks for your patience,