For some reason over the course of my life I have developed a deep-seated fear that one day someone is going to pop over unannounced and ravenously hungry, and I won’t have anything to serve them.

Has this ever happened? No. Would this really constitute a disaster? No. Does this still worry me? Yes.

In the last month since my wedding, I have been trying to emulate the ability of my mother and grandmother to make entertaining seem easy and elegant. My mother has this incredible ability, with the help of my grandma, to host both Friday afternoon tea and Shabbat dinner, and still have everything come across as effortlessly chic. Somehow as guests begin to arrive for dinner she is dressed and the table is set. Then somehow on Saturday, when friends stop over, there is this miraculous spread of cookies, tea and fruit at the ready.

In contrast, in my new home, I am lucky if I have taken off my apron by the time guests arrive. Now that I am not breaking in my wedding heels around the house, there is really no chance that will I remember to put on shoes by the time dinner begins. I like to pretend that this makes me a bit more like “The Barefoot Contessa,” but really it is more like the “Lazy Millennial.” From planning menus to making sure we have the right ingredients, it seems like, in the immortal words of another newlywed friend, “Once you get married, it is pretty much always shabbos!”

Luckily, my sister, who happens to be a medical resident, a phenomenal cook and an all-around superwoman, has taught me the art of the well-stocked freezer. On her rare day off she takes time to cook so that when it comes time to host Shabbat dinner, brunch or tea, there is always food at the ready.

Not everything freezes perfectly, but having some basics ready in the freezer means that it is never stressful to have guests and that I can save the hours of cooking for when my husband is home. We can spend the day together in the kitchen and then have meals already prepared for when we want to be lounging around with our friends. Since he travels Monday to Thursday, and somehow my week always gets filled, it is fun to have the weekend to spend together, being a bit creative, a bit messy and a bit goofy in the kitchen.

On Friday morning we take the “parade” of food out of the freezer and make a game plan for the final touches that need to be taken care of. We haven’t mastered this entirely, but the process of trial and error has been an exciting adventure!

Right now my freezer is home to: banana muffins, oatmeal cookies, a birthday cake, six challot and decadent tahini shortbread cookies that I am slowly munching on while studying for finals. Calories don’t count if you are studying, and the cookie is still frozen! It’s science!

I still have a ways to go before turning into a real balaboosta (Yiddish for homemaker, perfect cook and hostess), but at least for now my freezer is full, and with friends willing to try out all of our (mis)adventures along our first few months of marriage, our freezer truly runneth over.