There’s a code of etiquette with people who are in the grind. You don’t allow people over even for food or comfort because your house has taken the hit. Laundry goes left undone, dishes go unwashed.
Participation in Kreplach making -- tiny gift pockets of meat and onions in dough -- was not optional, but also not without its appeal. The promise of eating Kreplach that broke in the cooking process kept my brother and I in indentured kitchen servitude throughout our youth.