We had a dinner last night partly to say good-bye to some local friends and partly to satisfy Phil's desperate need to make and consume cassoulet. You need a minyan for cassoulet, and it has something in it to offend almost everyone. We've had people turn both vegetarian (it contains nearly every possible meat) and kosher (pork in 3 forms) when faced with it. Our guests rose gallantly to the occasion, brave souls that they are, eating far more than I would have believed possible and chasing it with vast quantities of beer, champagne, and wine. As far as I know, nobody has ended up in the hospital as a result. Yet.