Tonight, my Shabbat table is going to be potluck in every sense of the word. On the menu is a mismatched (and hopefully charming??) set of dishes including yellow squash and spinach lasagna, tempeh with gravy, vegetarian sushi, and caprese salad with homemade mozzarella.
The group of people sharing this delightful meal is almost more interesting than the menu:
This type of uber pluralism is rare in the Jewish community, at least on a small, informal scale. I’m excited but to be honest, I’m also a little nervous about this gathering. What will happen when the conversation steers out of safe territory (books, movies, favorite childhood TV shows)? Will it be tense if my friend’s phone starts to ring (which, inevitably, it will)? Will my non-Jewish guests be uncomfortable if we get into a round of z’mirot after dinner? I’ll post a comment after Shabbat to give the update - but for now, wish us (pot) luck!

Update: The meal was great - the wonderful Jewish farmer didn’t show up, and we picked up two additional guests at services. Turns out that, just like the menu, the group went together oddly but nicely.
I was too lazy to actually make the mozzarella (kind of sad since it only takes 30 minutes)…but I did make my first sushi roll.