Tears of Sorrow; Tears of Joy 17 October, 2025

It’s been a long couple months, but we are back safe and fairly sound (still recuperating) from our adventures in England and Amsterdam. My son graduated university with a masters in Public Policy and is now looking for employment in the E.U. His fiancé lives in the Netherlands, so we took a short trip to visit with he family there.

After a most glorious and incredibly jam-packed stay in London, most of our time was spent in the gorgeous English Derbyshire countryside (they pronounce it ‘Darbysher’) with our daughter, her husband and two small children. They’ve requested not to post photos of names of the kids, so….the newborn granddaughter was teeny, tiny, soft and gentle. Holding a baby again – well, there’s absolutely nothing like it! The grandson turned two last week. An incredibly smart and inquisitive and fast as lightening adorable little imp who is both a bundle of joy and a mischievous imp into everything. He thinks he can cook, make a pot of tea, and drive a car…. all very dangerous. But he is amazing and we love them all so much.

We were able to take quite a few long weekend trips together: Chatsworth Estate where Pride and Prejudice was filmed; the Medieval estate, Haddon Hall; quaint villages and hamlets. Small artisanal dairies (Red Leicester, Stilton, Cheddars), charity shops and antique shops emptied our wallets. I had to buy two more huge suitcases!

Rosh haShannah was the start of the Jewish fall festivals. I decided to attend synagogue in Leicester. It was a large, stately red brick building, quite historical from the 1800s. They used to have a school and community center across the street, but it was sold several years ago as the Jewish population had dwindled and the upkeep of the properties too costly. Now the buildings are an Islamic center and a mosque. The once upscale neighborhood of large brick townhouses are now marked by trash outside and Palestinian flags flying from every home. Burkas and hijabs are standard fare. I was more than shocked that there was no police presence outside. Not a good feeling. It was actually quite terrifying as I was scouting out the place for unsavory suspects. In addition, there was no armed quart at the doors (a given in California, unheard of in Israel). Services were absolutely lovely, but not terribly well attended.

I had decided that we would go to synagogue for Yom Kippur in Manchester, a much larger city. Except every single one of us including the kids came down with the flu. That was the day an armed Arab terrorist ran into a group of synagogue-goers before shooting and stabbing his way through the crowd. He claimed to have explosives tied to his body. Thankfully police were close by and he was neutralized. I’d had an ominous feeling that something awful would happen.

Since then, in world news, the flotilla to Gaza with Greta Thunberg, Susan Sarandon and other notables made their way to Israel supposedly carrying lots of aid for the residents of Gaza. Only, they were stopped by the IDF navy before they could enter war zone. The boats carried absolutely no humanitarian aid. About 100 activists had abandoned the flotilla and decided to reach Gaza through the Israeli border by foot. They were promptly arrested. The BBC only reported Thunberg’s statements of “dehumanization and torture in the Israeli dungeon.” They had to sleep on hard mattresses on the floor and the sandwiches given them were very dry. A guard pulled Greta’s hair at one point, which was her version of torture.

All of the BBC news was absolutely antithetical to Israel. Every report spoke of genocide and forced starvation of the Palestinians. Israel, the colonial aggressor, was indiscriminately bombing and leveling civilian areas according to BBC. And Prime Minister Kier Starmer publicly recognized Palestine as a state at the UN. Also, while we were in the UK, there was a march in London led by Tommy Robinson. A few days after Charlie Kirk was assassinated, the rally was anti immigration, pro Israel, standing for taking back Western civilization and culture which is disappearing in Britain. The BBC reported about 60,000 participants but aerial footage estimated the rally neared 800,00 people.

The week following, a woman was arrested for waving the Union Jack in public, and scores of elderly and disabled people throughout the country were arrested for social media postings that were deemed “upsetting” because they came against the government or were anti immigrant, flags of England and of the UK started popping up everywhere. Soon every town had flags and banners hanging. Houses were proudly hailing their red, white and blue, and the Union Jacks were waving from most highway overpasses. It seems the Brits are beginning to wake up.

Everyone now knows about the Trump MidEast deal and all the fanfare that went with it. I’ll write more about that deal in another post, but we are crying tears of joy that 20 hostages were released alive after exactly two years of living hell. Hamas was supposed to release all live hostages and return the 29 dead bodies they were keeping within 72 hours of the signing of the deal.

Israel set free 195 Jihadi prisoners serving life sentences for mass murders, planning massacres of Israelis, car rammings, multiple stabbings, and detonating bombs in grocery stores, nightclubs and on busses. They also released 2000 additional prisoners, most were terrorists caught in Gaza for committing the 7 October atrocities and for fighting as “civilian” Hamas militants.

We were all glued to the internet crying tears of joy as our prayers were answered. Thank you HaShem! 20 live hostages were brought back to their border. All Israel was blazing with joy as the grief of exactly 2 years finally seemed to be ending. The returning men were welcome,ed with tears, hugs and kisses by their families. And the entire country was dancing and singing. Such a part, the likes that Israel had never seen. Thousands of people were rejoicing at the Western Wall. Also thousands dancing in praise to G-d at the Nova music festival site.

As expected, Hamas has delayed and has not returned the promised bodies they are holding. At first, 4 people were brought back. Then four more, one of whom was identified as a Gazan, not an Israeli. Two more were returned after extreme threats and pressure by Trump, Israel and several Arab countries. The other 20 cannot be located, or so they say. As far as John and I are concerned, the agreement has been violated and now is the time to disarm them completely. No questions asked. No more time given. No more excuses accepted.

Footage is being shown from inside Gaza that Hamas is publicly executing hundreds of Gazan civilians in the streets in order to to reassert their control. It seems that families are fighting families, with different clans trying to gain dominance. It’s being reported that Khan Younis and Gaza City are experiencing all-out chaos. And those openly associated with Hamas are unwilling to disarm or give up power. So much for Phase 2.

It’s nearing Shabbat prep time, and I still have loads of laundry and unpacking to do. We’re still fighting nasty coughs and the creeping crud, and both John and I are more than a bit exhausted. So much other stuff happened while we were away (deaths in the family; infighting within a group I was in…I was on the Board of Directors of an Inter-religious Dialogue group. The “Israelis” (me included) were invited to retire due to political unease. This has dragged on for weeks now and I’m drained.) Being with my kids and grandkids was a tremendous blessing and source of joy, but it is so wonderful to be back home in Israel. There is no other country like this one on earth. Shabbat shalom.

A Not-so-Subtle Irony. October 18,2024 Day 378

It started off without much joy. Sukkot is the feast of tabernacles or booths. It is a time of great joy and festivities. Booths are set up in the yards, balconies and sidewalks, and Jewish people eat meals and spend time with guests in the sukkah. The sobriety of the high holidays gives way to sheer delight – usually. Every year for decades we have decorated our sukkah meticulously. I usually spend weeks going over my fall menus and guest list.

This year is different. We just got back from the US; my husband is now undergoing his last post-cancer checks (hallelujah it’s been 5 years and we are thanking G-d in advance for good reports); John and I leave for vacation (more on that later) on Tuesday and frankly, who wants the hassle of building and decorating a sukkah when missiles and shrapnel are raining down?

Whether it was G-d or not, there is an incredible irony in the fact that last year Sukkot ended with the 7 October (on the Hebrew calendar) massacre by Hamas. Exactly one year later, on the first day of Sukkot, there was a shootout between the IDF and five unknown terrorists. The brigade just happened to be clearing out explosives ‘in the field’ when the five were spotted. A shootout ensued.

It was a heated battle in the middle of the Tel Sultan neighborhood of Rafa in Gaza. It seemed to last forever. The troops called for additional backup. A nineteen year old soldier, who had only been in the army for nine months took a shot and critically injured the leader. A drone was flown in by the IDF. It filmed a very wounded man, seemingly missing his right had, sitting on a sofa. (Hersh had his right hand shot off by a Hamas terrorist when he was abducted) The suffering terrorist tried to pick up a stick and throw it at the drone. He lifted his head slightly and was shot by the 19 year old soldier.

Shortly thereafter, a tank arrived blasting the building, killing the other Hamas fighters in the rubble. Upon inspection, the leader of the group that was shot turned out to be Yahya Sinwar himself. He was above ground, a rarity, and it was sheer coincidence that he was killed.

Not only that, but two terrorists were his bodyguards. Official identification was found on them. It included all their info and photos. Their jobs were listed as UNRWA teachers. You just cannot make this stuff up. Total irony. In Hebrew we call it hippukh.

But wait, there’s more! The Tel Sultan neighborhood lies nearly adjacent to the Philadelphi Corridor. It’s less than 1/2 mile away. International pressure was put on the Prime Minister to leave it alone. The Corridor forms the boundary between Gaza and Egypt. The IDF uncovered over 50 tunnels underground leading from Gaza into Egypt. Some were wide enough to drive large trucks through. Obviously these tunnels were used for smuggling both ways and for other nefarious purposes. The Philadelphi is now under Israeli control .

The Bislam Brigade of the 828 Battalion was the one that shot and later discovered the identity of Mr. Evil. This was the same infantry division that accidentally shot and killed the three escaped hostages , thinking they were terrorists.

Yahya Sinwar’s finding by sheer chance above ground was ironic. A flip. He seldom came out of the tunnel, and when he does reports say he disguised himself as a woman. Where he was found carries so much hippukh and symbolism. For months we heard “All eyes on Rafa.” A chant meaning IDF genocide against innocent Palestinian civilians. The international community, especially the Biden administration, pressured Israel to not go into that particular city. Kamala Harris insisted that to enter Rafah would be “a huge mistake.” She had “intently studied the maps to come to this conclusion.”

We got the news just at sunset. It flashed as an important news update on my phone. Within seconds we heard cheers erupt throughout the neighborhood. Someone was blowing a shofar. Our neighbors, Gia and Yanna came over and told us to quickly drive up to Rabin Circle the next neighborhood over.

It was amazing. People waving flags: Israeli flags, flags from the IDF units. Cars honking, emblazoned with Israeli flags, people sticking their heads out of the windows. Music was blaring from a loudspeaker. And throngs lined the circle and streets. There was no handing out of sweets or shooting off fireworks. There was no rock throwing or flag burning. It was peaceful and joyous. People were singing patriotic songs and praises to G-d. It was absolutely glorious. An enemy had been vanquished, a monster eliminated. The Hamas machine was crumbling.

Yahya Sinwar, The Butcher of Khan Younis” was the evil mastermind behind the attack on Israel last Sukkot.

So much irony. Check out the date….

The leader of Hamas oversaw both its political and military units since 2017. He was the one who directed the rocket strikes, tunnel system, infiltrationinto Israel, murders of entire families, rapes, tortures and kidnappings. In the 1990s, Sinwar got his start planning and executing lone wolf suicide bombings throughout Israel. He was the one responsible for the 2006 kidnapping of a young IDF soldier, Gilad Shalit.

Sinwar was serving a life sentence in 1988 for the murders of his fellow Palestinians, who he accused of being spies for Israel. He was brutal and maintained strict control within Hamas even from an Israeli prison. While there, he earned two university degrees, became fluent in Hebrew and learned the Israeli culture. After being diagnosed with a brain tumor in 2009, he was operated on and treated at an Israeli hospital by Jewish doctors who saved his life. In 2011, he was traded, along with 999 other convicted criminals for the return of Gilad Shalit.

Sinwar got right to work planning the 2014 Gaza War. Between 2018 and 2023 there were numerous rocket barrages from Gaza into Israel. Each time a cease fire was declared. Each time Hamas broke the ceasefire. Sinwar planned the incendiary devices attached to balloon’s which sailed from Gaza and burned large swaths of land from Gaza to Jerusalem in 2018-2020. Using international funds earmarked for humanitarian aid, Sinwar collaborated with UNRWA staff to train children from kindergarten up to be ‘resistance fighters’ against the imperialist enemy, Israel.

It has come out that Sinwar was actually in the tunnel with the six murdered hostages (including American, Hersh Goldberg-Polin) who were held in Rafah. He had been using them as human shields. When the head of Hamas sensed the IDF closing in on him in the tunnel, he ordered the starved and tortured captives shot point blank in the head, but not without a struggle first. Sinwar’s DNA was identified along with the blood of the hostages in the underground tunnel. The other terrorists that killed the hostages were identified and eliminated two weeks ago.

In a press conference last night, Netanyahu offered a reward and complete immunity with passage out of Gaza to anyone holding a hostage who would give them up. Israel Katz, the Foreign Minister stated that the death of Sinwar creates a unique opportunity for quickly freeing the hostages and establishing a Gaza free from Hamas and ultimately, Iranian control. A Sukkot miracle indeed!!!

It is crucial now, that in this in-between time (there are 8 days of the holiday. The first and last are major feast days with no work done like on Shabbat. The middle days are called kohl ha moed) we pray fervently for their release. It is a precarious time when anything can happen, both horrific and terrific. Please pray!

In the meantime, we are overjoyed that this evil man is gone. That he can terrorize Israel and the world no more.

It Came in With a Bang Day 362. 4 October, 2024

For the Jewish people, New Year’s Eve is not brought in with parties, balloons, champagne toasts and fireworks….well, not usually this year it was different.

I decided at the last minute to make a little Rosh haShannah Seder and meal in thanksgiving of the great miracle the previous night. Iran launched 180-200 intercontinental ballistic missiles directly at U.S., and none fell into a populated area. Many were intercepted. Many fell into the desert. The only person killed was an escaped Hamasnik from Gaza that was walking the streets in Jericho. The fact that there were no more casualties was miraculous.

Still, there was a definite pall over the holidays. Usually, the neighbors are out wishing everyone a sweet new year, people are visiting friends and families with large gift baskets of fruit and wine and sweets and flowers. Usually people are happy and the street is lined with the cars of family members who traveled to be with their parents or grandparents. It’s a time of large family gatherings here.

The high holy days, or days of awe are also a holy time, when Jewish people attend synagogue (like many Christians go to church on Christmas and Easter). Rosh haShannah is a day when G-d in all His glory and splendor is crowned King of the Universe, King of Kings of Kings. He is sovereign and reigns supreme. It is a day when sins are confessed and forgiveness is requested both from G-d and from those we have personally wronged.

This year, everyone was instructed to stay close to a protected area. No large gatherings outdoors or indoors. Many congregations chose to split up and have smaller minyanim in community centers, private homes and the like. Even though the majority of the people turn off phones, radios, and televisions during the holiday, this year we were instructed to be able to hear the instructions of Home Front Command just in case anything was happening.

The day started off somberly. So many soldiers and reservists who had been fighting in Gaza or in Judaea and Samaria were looking forward to a short leave to go home for the holidays. Four more battalions were called up on Wednesday to serve on the Northern border. We knew there would boots on the ground imminently, but it was not something that was publicized in the news or on social media.

When I first moved here and when Max went into the army, the parents were instructed to never put down in writing on social media troop movements. “My son’s unit is being moved from central Israel to the Gaza border” for example. Or “I was driving on the highway today and saw about 50 tanks on Rte 6 heading North tying up traffic.” Or “My daughter told me hospitals are preparing for a large influx of patients because troops will be moving in.” No.No.No. We do not give up any information that could compromise our position or fall into enemy hands and be used against us. I was given these instructions repeatedly.

So it was understandable when my neighbors and landlady and other people I knew were absolutely irate at the United States. At a press conference on Wednesday, Jake Sullivan, one of the president’s top advisors leaked that the Israeli response would be limited. That the army was going into Lebanon on a limited scale. Very limited troops only 4 kilometers into the very Southeastern tip. It would be just to clear out the villages there of Hizbulla operatives to remove the threat.

Is it any wonder or surprise that just at sunrise yesterday morning, 8 of our beautiful young men walked right into an ambush and were killed? And that over 30 were evacuated to the nearest hospitals for immediate treatment?

It was indeed a sad morning. But it grew more and more – I can’t even begin to find the words…exasperating? Maddening? Suspenseful? John and I were not afraid, but all day the missiles were being lobbed across the border by Hizbulla. We would listen as the red alert would go off on my phone and we would see where the next volley was headed…. Tiberias, Migdal, Kibbuts Degania, Ein Gev, Genesseret, Kfar Nahum, Korazin; Kiryat Atta, Acco, Kiryat Motzkin, Ein ha Mifratz, Kiryat Biyalik; Kfar Vradim, Terence, Madj Al Krum, Karmi’el, Shorashim…. On and on it went all through Thursday and all through Friday….and then a lull from about 2-6am this morning. New Year’s has definitely started off with a lot of fireworks and bangs.

On Wednesday, I would prepare dinner and pack for our trip until a siren came. Then I would get under a protected space. The dangerous part is falling shrapnel, so it’s pretty important to stay somewhere that your head is covered by thick, reinforced concrete, like an inside doorway or a stairwell, if there’s no time to run to a safe room. Yesterday I did not walk to synagogue. I stayed home and prayed out of my prayer book for the holidays. Later in the afternoon I did take a couple videos of incoming, but they can be rather frightening to those who are not used to this. So I will not post those. If you want me to send Amy directly, DM me…

After hearing the siren and getting an all clear, I’d go out and take photos. Some missiles were shot down right over our heads. The local police monitored the streets continually in their patrol cars. And a text would go out from the city to warn of falling shrapnel. We were instructed to call a certain number if we saw any shrapnel or unexploded rocket parts. Do not go near them as they can be deadly. Even the mayor was out, driving around and checking on people.

We were awakened a little after 6 this morning to red alerts and the volleys of missiles – usually in groups of 10-20 have been coming over throughout the day. I’ve had to stop this writing three times already to enter into our safe room. It’s exhausting physically and mentally.

You can hear the thuds at the vey end as more missiles are taken out in the distance

So, the UN still has not condemned Iran for the massive barrage. Te international community its says nothing about the pounding we are getting. We all say, that at Ramadan, Israel was urged to pause the fighting in Gaza so the Muslims could have their holy time. We complied, like idiots. But at the Jewish holy days? Not a word. We get pounded even harder. There is no call for Hamas, Hizbulla, Iran or any of the terror proxies to cease fire. It’s decidedly lopsided.

And then, we are really, really mad. At our own government. At the US administration. At Iran. Netanyahu made a statement on Tuesday that Israel would respond to Iran’s attack Wednesday night proportionally and soon. The US quickly got involved setting out lists of what we cannot strike: oil fields, refineries, storage facilities, manufacturing facilities, their population centers (we never go after innocent civilians), and their nuclear facilities.

Both Biden and Harris publically stated that Israel has a right to defend itself. Israel has a right, bla bla bla. To quote from yesterday’s Wall Street Journal:

After Tuesday’s missile attack, he (Biden) is already telling Israel the targets it cannot hit in self-defense. Asked Wednesday if he’d support an Israeli strike on Iran’s nuclear facilities, the President said, “The answer is no.” This is extraordinary. Even before he talks with Mr. Netanyahu, the President engages in public lobbying aimed at blocking a sovereign state and American ally from deciding on its own what is the best response to a direct military attack on its territory.

Iran attacked Israel for the second time in six months, it Mr. Biden tells Iran’s Ayatollah Ali Khameni that the U.S. will help the regime protect its most prized and threatening military asset….Mr. Biden doesn’t even wait to keep Iran guessing.

If Mr. Biden won’t take this opportunity to destroy Iran’s nuclear program, the least he can do is not stop Israel from doing the job for its own self-preservation.

Kamala Harris, on the campaign trail, yesterday (Rosh haShannah) said that she would withhold the delivery of arms to Israel. She does not support any further acts of (Israeli) agression. She is burdening us with what is to be.

On another note, John went to the bank a little while ago to use the ATM and get some money for the trip. We had a siren in our neighborhood and I saw the paths and expected targets of the 14 missiles. So they were headed for my immediate neighborhood. Marc and I ran into the saferoom, heard the booms. I waited 2 minutes and then went out. John came back a few minutes later. I asked him where he was when the siren went off. He didn’t have one. He was walking between two buildings downtown when he heard and felt the booms. He saw the puffs. Everyone that was downtown just continued about their business. Most things were closed today. But there were still people out and about going. It’s just all so weird!!!

The amazing thing is how exact the pinpointed warnings are. Our bank is just 2 miles away from our neighborhood, yet we had sirens but they did not. The technology is absolutely incredible. The precision!

The other good news is that the IDF soldiers rescued a Yazidi young woman in Gaza earlier this week.Fawzia Sido was captured in Iraq by ISIS at age 11, ripped away from her family, and sold to a Palestinian jihadist as a sex slave. She was resold later that year to a man in Gaza (who was a Hamas civilian terrorist) and held there against her will for 10 years as a sex slave. After eliminating her host/terrorist, she was taken to Israel for evaluation at a medical center. The 21 year old was escorted back to her home country where she was reunited with her family on Wednesday. Hopefully the rest of our 101 captives will also be rescued soon.

For the third time since I began writing this… it’s really getting old. We had 4 more missiles intercepted and crash right overhead. So what happens if you are in the bathroom? It’s a question asked frequently here. Showers last about 3 minutes, because one never knows…. Me? I just stay where I am. When it’s my time, it’s my time. But I’m not trying to rush down marble stairs dripping wet wrapped in a towel. Nope. Just not gonna do it. TMI-

As you can see, it’s back to snaxxxx and I’m really mad about that, too. Darn you, terrorists! I’ll diet in November….

We are almost packed and are planning on leaving tomorrow night. With a hugely long layover somewhere in Italy. I just pray we will be able to get out. And no, we will be returning right after Yom Kippur. My husband has his last scans and tests. He will be cancer free 5 years now. From Stage 3.5+ to now. It’s nothing short of miraculous, and definitely something to Hallelujah about!!

Hopefully, nothing eventful will happen over the next week. If it does, we will be on top of the news at all times. I hope I don’t have to do a blog post, but if there is anything going on, I have my neighbors and friends to keep me posted. There goes four more booms. Thud. Thud. Thud. Thud. House shakes. Windows rattle. It off in the distance, so…and one last thud for good measure. Prayers no one is hurt…

A Great Miracle Happened Here 1 October,2024

My next door neighbor recorded this last night

Normally I’d be cooking up a storm for a crowd because tonight marks the beginning of the High Holy Day period. Rosh haShannah is a time of new beginnings, usually a time to celebrate and pray for G-d’s blessings for the coming year.

The year started absolutely horrifically as you know. We have been living under the threat of rocket fire and the loss of soldiers. We have seen the video of the rapes, the bombings, the torture and kidnappings and massacre. We have searched for missing friends. We have cried with the testimony of the returned hostages and collectively prayed for the release of those still held captive.

This past week has been nothing short of miraculous. Thanks to Israeli intelligence, planning, cunning, and daring, the IDF took out all three top tiers of Hizbulla leadership in Lebanon. I thank G-d for pulling g it all together with perfect timing, perfect intensity, and perfect ability for it all to come together.

Hassan Nasrallah was a very evil man, despite how the obituaries are portraying him. He was the mastermind behind the attack of the Beirut US army base in 1983 that killed 243 American servicemen and wounded scores of others. He was the planner of the Buenos Aeries bombing of the 1994 Jewish Community Center killing 85, wounding over 300 – as well as the Israeli Embassy bombing 2 years prior. Nasrallah, the head of Hizbulla, brought once-prosperous Lebanon down to an impoverished country. He diverted funds meant for the people and for infrastructure and put that into his war machine.

There were plans to pour over the border through underground tunnels and by sea into Israel this Rosh haShannah. The Iranian proxy group had plans to do the same type of massacre that was done in Gaza. It was called Galilee Overthrow. The Ayatollah of Iran, Khameni, vowed swift justice upon Israel for the assassination of Nasrallah.

Yesterday, missiles had been fired steadily throughout the day at Northern Israel. Our ground troops had moved in and were clearing out all the weapons storage and tunnel shafts. Hidden launch pads were being destroyed. We didn’t have more than two sirens in our neighborhood, but could hear the continuous bombing in the distance.

It was really strange. I don’t know if it was me, if I was imagining it, or if it was real, but all day long into the early evening, I would hear shofar blasts. During the time of the holy days, and the entire month previous, it is customary for the shofar, the ram’s horn to be blown. But over the past nine years, no matter how hard I listened, I rarely experienced this powerful call to awaken the spirit. But yesterday, I would hear loud bursts, then later short staccato blasts, then long, long drawn out shofar wails. It was the oddest thing.

Last night, shortly after dinner, we got word that Iran was planning something, maybe for later in the night. Stay near a shelter. Listen to the messages of home front command. Nothing else. OK.

Confession: when I was younger I used to smoke cigarettes. At times of extreme stress, I get the pressing urge to go buy a pack of cigs. This time, no. But it would be nice to have some popcorn while we waited. And if we had to wait through Saturday (would our flights be cancelled?), it would be great to have some snacks. Lots and lots of crunchy snacks.

So, I sent John to the store to buy snacks and went upstairs. Within 3 minutes of his leaving my whole screen started lighting up like never before. It wouldn’t stop. Dimona!!!!athey are after the nuclear plant! Tel Aviv!!! Jerusalem!!!!Beersheva!!! I started hearing sirens in the far distance so ran out on the mirpesset (our rooftop patio) to see what was going on….

It looked like an alien invasion! Seriously like something out of a sci-fi movie. Unbelievable. They were coarsing through the sky like a pack of mad hornets, but no sounds. All heading south. I didn’t see one Iron Dome interception as we usually do.

OK. So at that point, I was a bit jumpy because I didn’t know what was coming next. I ran inside and sent an urgent prayer alert to my three friends back in the States. “It has begun. Please pray for us. We are under attack.” We only had about a three minute warning. Marc, who lives with us, quickly made tracks for the saferoom. I told him to look out the window first. His jaw just dropped, mouth gaping open. Then the multiple pound, resounding booms echoing through the valleys, bouncing off the mountains. And the faint red glow miles to the south.

Then all was quiet. Whew!! That was a close one. My battery was at 3%, so I plugged in my phone (didn’t even think about the emergency power pack) and went out on the balcony. All was incredibly silent except for the neighborhood children excitedly speaking to each other next door. I began to pray and thank G-d loudly for His protection. Then I began to sing. Sing!! sing!! With my frog voice croaking loudly hymns of thanks and praise.

Then it started up again. They came by the hundreds. Like a meteor shower. Sailing past from north to south over our heads. I heard the alarm on my phone as it went off and wouldn’t stop. This was the big one. It was headed for the population centers of central Israel. I’m really trying to describe, but I just ant find the words. It was powerful. It was horrific. It was beautiful. I was not afraid. Somehow, I knew G-d would protect us and I just prayed. Loudly.

Craaaaaap!!!, John!!! Where was John??? Why did I so selfishly send him to the store? Was he still there? Did he hear and see what was going on above us in the night sky? Was he, by now, on his way back home???

Then the lights. Orange red glows coming from the South. The thuds. The ground shaking and convulsing. The booms. It was literally a wall of blasts and shockwaves that rocked the entire country. All at once, one after the other. Holy cow!!! Then silence. My neighbors and friends all started sending each other texts. “You OK? “ “Will there be more?” “Is everyone safe?” “Do you need anything?” “Hey, I got some great videos! “Can we come out of the shelters? I think we should all stay inside our safe rooms for the night.”

Watch until the very end! (Eva was excited and held her phone the wrong way, but-)

The videos and news started getting posted online at a rapid clip. Lots of spectacular “fireworks.” Our very good friends were enroute to celebrate the holidays with their kids and grandkids in Kfar Sava. They had to pull over on the side of the road as the sirens wailed. It was incredibly frightening and real for them.

John returned just a few minutes after it all went down, laden with bags of popcorn and pretzels and chips and crackers. There were about six people in the grocery store still doing their holiday shopping. As there were no sirens, no one seemed phased. An IDF soldier was standing near the bomb shelter smoking a cigarette when he left the store. That was all. He was completely unaware that anything had happened. We drive an old car that lunges, so he didn’t notice if there were thuds or rumbles.

Miraculously, there was only one fatality. A refugee from Gaza, a Palestinian man was hit by a falling missile. Several people had to be treated for minor injuries as they fell rushing to a protected area. More than a few were treated for shock and anxiety. Several windows were blown out near the desert. A restaurant in Tel Aviv was hit by falling shrapnel.

Other than that, no military bases were hit and rendered inoperable. Ben Gurion Airport closed for about an hour, then re-opened. It was reported that 181 intercontinental ballistic missiles were launched from various sites across Iran, coming at Israel in waves. It took only 12 minutes, average for them to reach their intended targets. The later report has been revised to upwards of 400 missiles I three separate waves.

From our friend, “the general:” The dimensions and mass of the ballistic missiles are built in such a way that even if the explosive warhead is eliminated during interception, ore 5an half a metric ton of various burning components such as metal, engine, fuel tank, and reinforced structures still remain in an altered trajectory. This usually results in substantial destruction and collateral damage upon impact. “

Basically, it comes down to this. The Chanukah message. “A great miracle happened here.” Ness gadol haya po.” נס גדול היה פה!

So we celebrate His miraculous protection. This incredible miracle. Were the missiles all intercepted? The US said they shot down 12. Jordan intercepted 37. And Iron Dome? David’s Sling? So far I have heard no word. It doesn’t matter. We dodged a big one. It’s incredible.

I was not going to do any cooking. We are still in the major grieving period for John’s father’s passing. We leave Saturday night, right after Shabbat. With this huuuuuuge long layover in Italy. We will arrive in DC Sunday night. Extended family members and friends are begging us to stay. To move back to the US. We are incredulous. There is no way we will leave this country at this time. It is a Land of Miracles and we are witnesses to history.

I got up early to shop and cook for the rest of the weekend. John and I will have a small celebratory Rosh Hashanah Seder with all the symbolic foods. We will pray for a better year. May our enemies be defeated. May we enjoy new life (one of our daughters is expecting again!) May we be the head and not the tail. May we enjoy a year of G-d’s blessings and abundance. May it be a sweet year of only good news. May any bad judgements, decrees or laws against us be nullified. May all those who seek to harm us flee. May our names be inscribed in the Book of Life for 5785.

Shannah tovah u’metukah 🍯🍎🍷

📖 שנה טובה ומתוקה. גמר חתימה טובה. ✍️

On the Cusp: A New Year. 1 October, 2024

For most here in Israel, and for Jewish people around the world, we stand at the cusp of a new year. The past year, 5784, is coming to an end. And what a year it has been!

My husband and I have welcomed two beautiful new grandchildren into our family and have been present to congratulate our son on his graduation from university. We have been able to travel to Florida for a very short family reunion: it was the first time in almost 15 years that all of our children, their spouses, and our six grandchildren were able to be together for quality time. It was the first time several of us had the opportunity to meet one another. This past year saw the addition of new friends and new opportunities.

However, it has also been a horrific year fraught with the brutal invasion of Hamas terrorists into Israel, butchering, raping, burning and pillaging the land to the South of us. Over 240 were taken captive into Gaza terror tunnels: men, women, children, even babies, 2 of whom are still there today. Israel entered into a war being fought on five fronts.

John and I did what little we could at first – preparing meals for the troops; taking up basic necessities for those who left everything to defend their country; keeping a written log of events as they transpired; and helping the IDF troops receive the necessary helmets and ceramic vests they were lacking. We attended funerals and comforted the mourners. We mourned the fallen soldiers in our community…five so far. And we have also attended weddings. And engagement parties. And I’ve known so many women who have had new babies.

I’ve seen the determination and resilience of a people who value the gift of life this year. People who have left their homes and families to fight for their survival. There is a saying here….”My dentist has a secret life as a tank commander. My son’s teacher is a paramedic. Our baker has another job as a border patrol officer. And my daughter’s ballet instructor is a paratrooper.”

Our hotels, once full with visitors and tourists are stuffed to the brim with displaced families. Many of our national parks are closed due to danger of attack. Our tourist destination, once vibrant with pilgrims and vacationers now stand empty. Businesses have shuttered due to lack of customers. Yet, hopefulness remains in the air. Tomorrow. Next year….

Families have been wrenched apart as fathers are called up to serve in the Reserves. They leave behind their young children and often wives who must pick up the slack of their own work, a family business, the house work and raising the kids. It definitely takes a toll emotionally and psychologically. Yet the people are strong. Whenever someone can lend a hand, they are quick to do so. With the help of G-d, we are holding each other up.

This has been a year of prayer… for our government, our loved ones, the hostages, the soldiers, those who mourn, for our safety and our victory in eradicating evil. Many who have never lifted their hands heavenward, made a challah, studied Scripture, lit candles, attended religious services, recited Psalms, are doing so now. There is a definite turn towards the Divine. This has been a year of increased spirituality and faith.

This past year, I have tried to write the facts of what is happening in this part of the world – to counter all the misinformation and propaganda. I have also written from my personal experience. I want you to be able to experience what we are going through as if you were here with me. Perhaps give you a different perspective.

I have been thankful for my husband’s sense of humor. He is always able to de-fuse even the most tense of situations (we have been hearing the Iron Dome take out Hizbulla missiles fairly close to us all morning and he is making fun of my jumpiness). He makes fun of our enemies ineptness as well as my own. His comedic impressions and wisecracks are always welcome.Nothing is serious. Nothing is too sacred to make fun of.

We have made new friends. And we have lost friends along the way who have disagreed with us politically or religiously. But time is way too short to hold grudges or to harbor ill will. For Jewish people, this marks a time of introspection, of getting rid of unforgiveness, of being aware or one’s faults and flaws. It is a time to resolve to do better. To be a better, more loving, more caring human being. And to leave the rest up to G-d. We can all learn from that.

At the time of this writing, I look on the devastation wreaked by Hurricane Helene over the people of North Carolina and the Southeastern US. It, too is horrific. A war zone, as one would say. My heart and my prayers go out to them. I read that Iran is putting together a very nice surprise missile for us in the foreseeable future. And I see the uncertainty in the world.

My prayer is that this coming year will be a time of renewed faith and hope. I pray that the captives will be released, the wars and natural disasters will come to an end. I pray it will be a year of healing – physically, mentally, emotionally and spiritually. O Lord, hear us. Have mercy on us. Heal us. Keep us close.

Bits & Pieces. Day 346. 16 September, 2024

It’s been a couple weeks since my last posting. So much has been happening just within our own household. We came back from ‘vacation’ to a dust covered home but no real work done. After vacuuming as much as possible, we were able to sort through all my son’s effects…. Accumulation of years of army, university, and life. We packed him up into two huge suitcases and sent him off to England.

The next day the shiputznikim’ returned to begin the process of mold removal from the walls and ceilings and of re-painting. John and I moved all the smaller furniture and items and boxed up all the items from desks, tables, counters….we covered everything in layers of plastic. The Israelis do nothing of the kind, and when the workers walked in they were absolutely dumbfounded. They just had never seen and could not believe. I know they think we Americans are most definitely mishuggah. But these guys don’t even wear protective masks.

The construction work was done in three whole days. Despite insurances of complete cleanliness, there was shmutz all over the house. We even took down curtains to wash, so cleanup could be streamlined. Then came the intense cleaning, dusting and mopping room by room (I still have two rooms to go), which began in earnest. Yesterday, our friend from Virginia, who is an ice hockey and other sport coach, came to live with us through the end of December. He stays in Max’s bedroom, so that whole floor with Marc’sbedroom and bathroom were all ready. Our bedroom and the kitchen is sparkling now. Almost ready for the holiday season-

In more exciting things to report, we had three separate Iron Dome interceptions in our immediate area last week. Hizbulla in Lebanon has been sending over scores of rockets and katbam, suicide drones laden with explosives into the North. Mostly they have fallen in fields, causing brushfires. Any that are destined for army bases or civilian populations are taken out by Iron Dome. Last Tuesday, we heard the loud boom! and rushed outside to see the contrails. Right over our house. Praises be to G-d for His protection. It was not scary. Just a little bit of excitement for the afternoon. We are safe and not afraid in the least. It made for a pretty cool video:

John’s father, Poppa, has been moved to hospital hospice in Florida. He is resting comfortably, but it’s a very volatile situation. Every day we wait for the news. He will be flown from Florida to Northern Virginia, where the family lived for over 30 years. poppa will have a full military burial at Arlington National Cemetery. Funeral will be in N.VA. I am finding hotel for us all and John is looking into airlines.

We are in quite an interesting position. ElAl is the only airline that currently flies in and out of the country due to the ‘war’ – but I suspect much of this is contrived nonsense that amounts to BDS (Boycotting, Sanctioning and Divesting) from Israel. Either way, finding a flight out is nearly impossible. All flights everywhere are booked for the next two weeks. Even going to Europe first and taking a connecting flight seems impossible. We are believing G-d will sort out all the details for His perfect timing and for all the loose pieces to come together.

What else is news here in Israel? Would it shock you to know that Palestine (the PA) has been officially admitted to the UN? Would it be a surprise that 29 more members of UNRWA were just discovered to be Hamas terrorists, having taken part in keeping hostages or training young children to be fighters? Or that the Brits have halted the military shipments Israel contracted with and bought from them? They include spare parts for helicopters and jets as well as smaller ordinance? Sinwar, head of Hamas, has said he will release all terrorists if the IDF will let him go free and promise not to target him in the future.

In the meantime, both John and I have a serious case of brain mush. I sent him to the store yesterday with short list of needed ingredients. It included a small head of cabbage for a salad I wanted to make. He came back with 4 large cabbages. What to do? I spent the day preparing for holiday season early… it should take us from Rosh HaShannah through Sukkot. I got out my crockpot and made the most delicious deconstructed stuffed cabbage. It cooked all night on low, and this afternoon I have 6 tubs filled to go into the freezer.

Deconstructed Stuffed Cabbage (meat)

I made enough for an army and it freezes beautifully. Will keep for up to 6 month, so I’ll have enough for company and for a couple winter meals too. This is my mom’s old recipe but without all the work of boiling cabbage leaves and stuffing them and all the fancy. It’s mouthwateringly delicious. A little sweet, a little tangy, meaty, with just the right amount of heat, it fires on all engines.

  • Ingredients:
  • 1 kg (2.2lbs) lean ground beef
  • 2 heads of cabbage, core removed and shredded
  • 2 brown onions, chopped
  • 6 cloves minced or crushed garlic
  • 1 1/2 cup basmati rice
  • 1/4 cup brown raisins
  • 1/3 cup yellow raisins
  • 1 medium knob of fresh ginger
  • 1 large can crushed tomatoes with juice
  • 2 TBSP sweet paprika
  • 2 tsp dry mustard powder
  • 1/4 cup silan (date honey)/ or regulate honey
  • 1/2 cup water
  • Salt and pepper to taste

Brown the onions and ground beef. Transfer to large crock pot. Add shredded cabbage, raisins, rice, and can of tomatoes. Mix thoroughly. Incorporate all spices. Mix in silan or honey and water. It will all cook down. Turn crockpot to low heat and let cook for 6-8 hours. Remove lid and stir, adding more water if needed. Let cool and transfer into freezer safe boxes. Serve with green beans or peas and applesauce.

What else have I been making? We are eating a vey Mediterranean diet after splurging on all that food during our trip to the States last month. I am also using what we have seasonally. My husband’s favorite of all favorites is an appetizer I served two Shabbats ago. He wants me to make it regularly now. It’s extremely luxurious, yet deceptively easy to make. It’s a whipped feta that uses only a few ingredients….and oven roasted olives. Oh my goodness, oven roasting your olives takes them to an altogether new level! I was lucky to get a photo after we polished off half the dish. Once you start, you can’t stop eating it. Serious crack, this is. And an amazing way to make a delicious first impression when entertaining or for a pot-luck.

Oven Roasted Olives on a Bed of Whipped Feta (dairy)

Ingredients:

  • 2 cups olives…a mix of black, green, kalamata (try not to used canned olives)
  • 1 lemon
  • 4 cloves garlic
  • Handful of fresh thyme sprigs
  • 1 cup feta cheese
  • 4 ounces of softened cream cheese
  • 2 Tbsp honey
  • Zataar (Middle Eastern spice),optional
  • 1 tsp toasted sesame seeds
  • 1/4 cup extra Virgin olive oil

Preheat oven to 200*C/400*F. On a large parchment lined baking tray, scatter olives with 2 cloves sliced garlic, and a few sprigs of thyme. Cut the lemon into slices. Lay half over the olives. Sprinkle with the olive oil and bake uncovered for about 15-20 minutes until the olives release their flavor.

In the meantime, in a medium bowl, whip the feta and cream cheese, and the honey. Add in some grated lemon rind and the 2 remaining garlic cloves, crushed. Incorporate well. It should be very smooth and glossy. it will stay good in the fridge for 3-4 days.

When ready to serve, spread the cheese mixture into an oven proof dish. Scatter olives and lemons on top. Microwave for 45-60 seconds until melts and fragrant or place in 170*C/350*F oven for 10-15 minutes. Scatter toasted sesame seeds, thyme sprigs and/or zata’ar on top. Serve with challah, crusty bread, pita or crackers.

Last week I found some Belgian Endive at the market, so I used what I had at home to create a yummy, no-fuss, elegant Shabbat appetizer. it’s crunchy, cheesy, slightly salty, a wee bit sharp, and a tad sweet. So easy to throw together, room for creativity (add some chili flakes, drizzle some honey) and a nice presentation.

Stuffed Endive Boats (dairy)

Ingredients:

  • 1 head Belgian Endive
  • 1/4 cup blue, Gorgonzola, goat or feta cheese… I used blue
  • 3 very small scallions, minced
  • 1/4 cup dried, unsweetened cranberries
  • 1/4 cup roasted (smoked) almonds, chopped
  • Balsamic vinegar
  • Honey
  • (Chopped apple or pear would also make a great addition to this for your Rosh HaShannah table)

In a medium bowl, mix the cheese crumbles, nuts, scallions, and cranberries (also fruit if you wish). Arrange 2-3 leaves of endive on plate to form a boat. Stuff the endive boats with cheese mixture. Drizzle Balsamic vinegar and honey lightly overtop. Serve immediately.

In other parts of the world,our son called last night to say he had unpacked his things in his dorm in London. It’s an ultra modern building and he’s on the 13th floor. No superstitions there. Max had just come from the widely advertised Orientation and Get Togerher BBQ. BBQ. Like we’re from the US. That means Brisket. Burgers. Dogs. Ribs. We’re also Israeli. BBQ. Asado. Kabobim. Shishlik on giant skewers. Marinated pargiot/chicken thighs.

Welcome to UK wokeness. It was a smorgasbord of plant based vegan material. No meat. Some grilled tofu. Undistinguishable planks of plant based 3-D generated stuff. Soylent green???? No. The WEF has designated this year a year of high protein manufactured chemicals and plant stem cells. All cafeteria foods will be vegan by design. Welcome to 2024-2025. I’ve no doubt Max will be doing quite a bit of pub and such.

So, until next time. Settling into autumn….

Blessings and prayers for deliverance for the 100 hostages still captive.

Day 13 War Stories

I’ve spent the morning talking to friends, calming nerves, reassuring. Civilians here are visibly nervous. We check up on one another. I’ve found safe housing for people living in the Tel Aviv area. We know there is a great army encamped about us. Our loved ones are assembled at the fronts to repel them. We know that through misinformation and propaganda, the world turns against us. We hold life….all life precious. We are created in the image of G-d with a certain dignity. The loss of any innocent life anywhere pains us greatly.

The people of Israel are completely united. We have Jews, Christians, Bedouins and Druze fighting side by side to defend our Land. We have faith in G-d. There are several interesting things I’d like to bring to mind: the Gaza massacre in Israel occurred on 7 October. I feel this was no coincidence and hear me out. It was a Shabbat, a holy Shabbat, also Simchat Torah. On this holy day, the end of our fall feasts, we celebrate the Torah, the gift of the Five Books of Moses given to us at Sinai. We finish the last chapter of Moses and roll the scrolls back to the very beginning and start reading Genesis 1:1. It is supposed to be a time of great rejoicing. For the Catholics, October 7 was the Feast of Our Lady of Victory and Our Lady of the Rosary. It, too, is a holy day for Catholics. For those who know history, October 7, 1571, was another auspicious day. It. Was the Battle of Lepanto. The radical Islamic forces had waged jihad, holy war, on the West. They had infiltrated into Spain, Portugal, France and other points in Europe. Lepanto was a decisive battle in which the forces of all Christendom overcame the Islamic jihadists. It marked the day of their defeat. They have never forgotten this.

In Judaism, this Shabbat, we are reading Noah. As I stated in a post a few days earlier, the story begins : “in those days violence and lawlessness covered the earth.” In Hebrew, in Aramaic and early Arabic, this word is Hamas. (Despite what they say now, that it is just an acronym for another group of words). It stands. Hamas means violence, lawlessness. They are a people’s not ruled by a law, morals or ethics. But the story is Noah. He is righteous in the eyes of the L-rd. He is obedient to do what G-d commands. He makes his Ark of wood. He covers it inside and outside with a red, sticky pitch which will keep it afloat. Tradition says it took 120 years (no Home Depot nearby, folks). During that time, he tried to warn people as they mocked him. Noah equipped his Ark with food to last for a long time, with animals, with his family. And when the time came, the Ark closed and G-d did what he had to do to wash away the Hamas. Noah, Mrs. Noah and family came out to a rainbow.

During the Passover, the Children of Israel, under the bonds of slavery in Egypt, sacrificed a lamb. One lamb for a family. They painted the blood on their doorposts on their lintels. It must have been one hell of a night as the angel of death passed over. But in the morning, they emerged to freedom. We stay in the Ark. We stay under the blood on our doorposts. Every Shabbat we commemorate this at the Kiddush, e blessing over the wine.

We are nervous. Our bodies are doing weird things. But we are strong people this morning. The army, the whole army, is singing the Psalms and the praises of HaShem. We are prepared as much as we can possibly be. All we civilians have to do is close the little doors of our arks and wait.

We pray for an easy time. We pray for as few casualties as possible. We pray there is no escalation. We pray for no interference from foreign governments and militaries. We’ve got this one. G-d is in total control. He is in charge. We pray He goes before us. We are strong and courageous people. It’s been a long time, thousands of years, since we have truly been in a position to defend ourselves, but now we can. The IDF is the strongest army in the world. And the Spirit runs strong this morning as I get feed from different bases.

I am getting ready for Shabbat. Making challah. Preparing food. Showering. Putting on my good clothes to greet the Sabbath Bride. May it be peaceful, angels of peace, surround us. May it be quiet. May it be holy. I leave you with three songs:

you can look this one up on YouTube. “Kol ha’olam kulo. Gesher tsar meod:”

The whole world is a very narrow bridge. The main thing is not to be afraid, not to be afraid at all. -Rebbe Nachman

Roll into dark. Roll into night. Night becomes day. Day turns to night. And so it goes. Day follows night and joy comes int the morning. One day nations shall turn their swords into plows and there will be no more war.

And of course, my mind completely blanks on the third. But we are praying Psalm 83. Psalm 91, Psalm 121. We’ve got this one…. Todah l’haShem.

Ah yes! Of course. The beautiful prayer/song we sing every night:

Help us, Adonai, to lie down in Peace, and awaken us again, our Sovereign, to life. Spread over us your shelter of peace; guide us with your good counsel. Save us because of your mercy. Shield us from our enemies, pestilence, starvation, sword and sorrow. Remove all the evil forces that surround us. Shelter us in the shadow of Your wings, O G-d, who watches over us and delivers us, our gracious and merciful Ruler. Guard our coming and our going. Grant us life and peace, now and always. Spread over us the shelter of Your peace. Praised are You, Adonai, who spreads His shelter of peace over us, over all His people, Israel, and over Jerusalem.

Craig Taubman does my favorite version of this song. It can be found on all streaming platforms. Craig Taubman “Hashkivenu”. A beautiful, peaceful lullaby.

חזק ואןמץ!!! עם ישראל חי!!!! (Kha ZAHK’ v’ oh METZ) Strength and courage!
(Ahm Yisrael khai!) The people of Israel live.

More on Sunday…..a new and brighter morning

A Sweet New Year

In just a couple days we will be celebrating the Jewish New Year. There will be no parties, no fireworks, no parades or popping of champagne corks. Instead there will be a festive meal followed by two intense days of prayer to G-d for forgiveness of our sins; prayers for our names to be written in the great Book of Life for the upcoming year, which will be 5784; a remembrance of the creation of the world and the creation of man; the crowning of G-d as King of the Universe; and on Sunday, the blowing of the shofar (ram’s horn). Whew!!!

Despite all that is going on in the world, I, personally, am looking forward to a sweet new year… new life in our families, (our daughter in the States just had her third child last night), new friends, new adventures, and much healing. Speaking of new friends, our neighborhood has undergone quite the change in the past year. We rent a villa in one of the oldest neighborhoods in our city. Many of the homes (including ours) really are in need of some tender care and radical facelifts. Several of these old homes have been sold over the last two years to young families who have been doing just that.

It’s customary to send gifts for the new year, usually sweets or baked goods containing apples, honey, dates or pomegranates. So last week, I made several different types of apple cake to deliver to our neighbors. I was so excited to try this first recipe. I saw it on Instagram and it looked easy and absolutely light and delicious.

Doesn’t it look wonderful? Light, airy sheets of filo slathered with butter, apples wedged into the crevices and a light custard in between. I followed the directions for three cakes but it kept coming out thick and doughy, more like a kugel, but dense and inedible. On to the next new apple cake recipe. It, too, turned our heavy and dry for some reason, so I gave in and made my old standard apples and honey cake with yogurt. Finally!

I delivered my last cake to the new family four doors down. They were so nice! Karinne is from Paris and they had lived in our neighborhood for seven years, but bought this new house to completely gut and renovate it from the inside out. And what a magnificent job they did! So, to cut to the chase, Karinne invited me to a challah making class that I went to last night. All I can say is “wow!” It was incredible. 15 ladies from the neighborhood, all getting to know each other better, many already close friends. I was the only English speaker, so it was quite a challenge to keep up, but I managed to understand much. Liat, a lifestyle coach for women, led the class.

Liat spoke on the importance of the new year and how our attitudes and emotions shape a lot of what actually happens in our own environment – our families and our work. She said that especially as daughters, wives, mothers, women in the workplace, friends, we are often confronted with many different problems. Instead of viewing them as problems, view them as opportunities for growth that G-d gives us. Be bold to ask for help, both in prayer and from each other. Ask kindly, but specifically. Most people are more than willing to help, especially when they know exactly what you need athat you have their back as well.

As Karinne was beginning to make the challah bread, Liat took us through the symbolism of each step in the process. We start with warm water. The universe was formless and void except for the “waters of the deep.” Then the Spirit of G-d hovered over the waters – in goes the yeast. The waters were activated. G-d created the planets and the earth through pure love, an act of complete sweetness – add to the yeasty water, spoonfuls of sugar. Out of the dust of the ground, man was formed – flour was added and the dough begins to take shape. Salt and oil were also added (but I didn’t fully understand the comparisons that were made, so if anyone cares to chime in….)

The last part was brilliant. G-d ceased from all His work on the seventh day and gave to man the Shabbat, a day of rest. We wait and let the dough rest for a half an hour. It gets covered, as during the Sabbath we’re are under a spiritual covering. As the dough rests, it begins to rise. Our spirits rise to meet our Creator when we keep the Sabbath. It was a beautiful comparison. Then the dough is ready to be kneaded. And after the final kneading, it is ready to become challah bread. But what makes challah different from all other bread?

It is a special blessing for women to make the challah for Shabbat. After the dough has risen, the woman recites the blessing for separating the dough. Just as the man was alone, and G-d took from the side of Adam (man in Hebrew) to make Chavah (mother of all living, or Eve), the woman takes out or separates three pieces of the dough to set aside as an offering. At the time of the Temple worship, flour and oil were brought as a meal offering. Because there is no Temple, we take out lumps of dough and burn them in the oven. That separation makes the bread “challah.”

Just as the protein and gluten holds the dough together, the woman holds together the family. Because she has a nurturing nature and can see things in a different light, she is essential to the workplace. She is able to do many different tasks simultaneously. But when she is “placed in the oven” so to speak, if she does not watch out, it is easy for her to burn out. There were so many lessons to be learned from this women’s class. The most touching moment was when Karinne wrapped the challah (that separated lump) in foil, and said a personal prayer as she held it. She then passed it to me, to add my petitions to G-d, then pass it on to the next woman until all woman had attached their prayers to the ball of dough. Then it was placed on the bottom of the oven to be consumed by the heat.

While our personal loaves rose, we were invited to partake of a lovely spread. Each woman was presented with a little packet containing a booklet on how to make challah, a lovely booklet with the challah blessings and a book of the prayers that are said first thing in the morning. Upon leaving, each woman lit a candle and spoke forth their dreams for the new year: dreams of an easy labor and healthy baby; dreams of peace; dreams of health or healing for a loved one; of national unity; for angelic protection during their child’s military service. I was amazed that none of the ladies’ prayers were for themselves. It was a most uplifting night.

Ingredients:

  • 4 cups (485g) all purpose flour
  • 3 tsp (10g) fast action Instant yeast
  • 5 TBSP (16g) sugar
  • 1 1/2 tsp salt
  • 6 TBSP (90 ml) oil, vegetable or olive
  • 1 cup and 2 TBSP (269ml) very warm water
  • for glaze: 1 TBSP honey
  • 1 TBSP water
  • Sesame seeds or everything bagel seasoning

In a very large bowl, pour in the warm water. sprinkle yeast over the top and stir with a wooden spoon. Mix in the sugar. Let stand for about 10 minutes, or until the mixture is brown and bubbly. While the yeast is activating, say a blessing thanking G-d for your ability to provide for your family, and for His provision of food and blessing. Add in the flour and mix with your hand until flour is all incorporated. Add is salt and oil, and continue to knee pulling the dough from the bottom to the top. After about 10 minutes, the dough should be quite elastic and look glossy.and smooth.It should completely pull away from the sides of the bowl. Cover the dough with a plastic bag. Over the bag place a kitchen towel. Let stand in a warm place for about an hour (or two) until the bowl is doubled in size.
Come back and if you are truly making challah, say the blessing and separate out the three challah lumps of dough. Punch down the dough and divide into two balls. Take the first ball of dough and divide into three equal parts. Roll each ball into fairly long strands. Attach the strands at one end and tuck under. Then braid the dough strands like you are braiding hair. Tuck the little end piece under and place loaf on a slip at lined baking pan. do the same for the second lump. (For Rosh Hashanah, I fold the loaf around on itself to make a round, crown shape). Loosely cover the two loaves with a towel and let stand until doubled in size, about 1-2 hours. It should spring back when you touch it, but leave a small indent. Mix together the water and honey and brush over each loaf to glaze. Sprinkle your seeds on top. Set oven to 350*F/180*C. Bake for about 20 minutes or until loaves are golden brown on both top and bottom. If it looks like the tops are browning too quickly, you can cover with foil. This is the most basic, egg and honey free challah you can make. It is fairly quick and easy. leftovers make good French toast or bread pudding.

For so many reasons, this year I am scaling waaaay back for the holidays this year. Because Rosh Hashanah is a two-day holiday, and because it starts on the eve of Shabbat this year, no cooking will be done after sunset on Friday. Yet all meals must be prepared. Yikes! So, I’ll do this amazing Moroccan brisket in the crock pot. It will have lots of onions and tomatoes as well as apricots, raisins, kalamata olives, orange juice and spices.

On the New Year, it is traditional to make blessings over several specific foods: pumpkin, pomegranate seeds, scallions, dates, beans, beets…each having special significance. This year I made the most delicious salad that I can’t wait to share with you. It can be served as a side dish with meat, warm or cold, or with dairy (throw in some feta or goat cheese!). And contains many of the simanim (,symbols).

Ingredients:

  • 1 cup bulgur (coarse ground, grain)
  • 1 1/2 cups boiling water
  • 5 scallions chopped
  • 6 dates, pitted and chopped
  • 1 cup roasted, cubed pumpkin (or butternut squash) pieces
  • 1 cup cubed roasted beets (1 large or 2 small beets)
  • 1/4 cup dried cranberries
  • 1/4 cup toasted pumpkin seeds
  • 1/4 cup fresh pomegranate arils
  • 1/2 cup Brianna’s Blush Wine Vinaigrette or or any sweet vinaigrette

Pour the dry bulgur groats in a bowl and pour the boiling water over the top. Let sit for about 10 minutes. When water has been absorbed, fluff the bulgur up with a fork. add in chopped scallions, chopped dates, chopped roasted pumpkin or squash, cranberries and pomegranate arils. In a small saucepan dry sauté the pumpkin seeds or add a little olive oil and fry them until they pop. Remove from heat and let cool. Add to bowl. Dress with Brianna’s Blush Wine Vinaigrette or a sweet vinaigrette. Add beets just before serving as their color spreads onto the other ingredients.

So when I told my daughter I was making a pashtidah (pronounced posh tee DAH) for Sunday, she started laughing hysterically. I told her it was a crustless quiche served in Israel and everybody makes their own version. she said, “Oh, you mean a frittata.” No. No. A fritata just has eggs and is broiled until it browns on top. This has lots of veggies and a custard. She thought I made up the word. Whatever! It’s delicious, so enjoy-

Ingredients:

  • 2 medium zucchini, sliced very thin
  • 2 medium sweet potatoes, peeled, sliced very thin
  • 1 large onion
  • olive oil
  • 1 cup shredded cheese (I use pesto Gouda)
  • 1 cup shredded Parmesan or grana Padano cheese
  • 6 eggs
  • 1 cup heavy cream
  • 1/4 cup chopped fresh herbs ( parsley, dill, thyme, basil…)
  • 1 jar roasted red sweet peppers.

Preheat oven to 350*F/180*CGrease a large, flat, round baking dish with olive oil. Layer the zucchini and sweet potato slices in concentric circles. Sprinkle all the first cheese evenly on top. In a large skillet, heat olive oil and sauté onions until soft and carmelized. Spread evenly atop the cheese layer.

Add another layer of sweet potatoes and zucchini in concentric circles. Beat the eggs and cream. Stir in chopped herbs. You can add salt and pepper to taste at this point. Pour mixture slowly and evenly over veg layer. Top with shredded Parmesan. Slice roasted sweet peppers into thin strips and lay atop the pashtida. Place on baking sheet and into the oven. Let bake for about 30 minutes or until golden brown on top. The middle should not be jiggly. Can be served hot or cold, breakfast, lunch or dinner.

Black-eyed Peas Salad

Originating with the Jews of the MidEast, across North Africa and into Spain, many Jewish people throughout the world now celebrate Rosh haShannah Seders. After the candle lighting and the regular blessings over wine and bread, the blessings over the simanim are said. All blessings begin, “Mayit be Your will, O L-rd, forge new year, that….our merits will increase (over the beans); that we will never again be slaves as in Egypt (scallions – and the kids whip each other with the scallions like taskmasters under Pharaoah); that all who wish evil upon us shall depart (over the beets). It all makes sense when it’s said in Hebrew. Basically all the foods have puns attached. imagine a dad holding up a head of lettuce, saying “G-d, lettuce have a good, healthy year.”

Ingredients:

  • 1 can black-eyed peas, drained
  • 2 stalks celery, diced
  • 1 small green pepper, diced
  • 1 small red onion, diced
  • 3 TBSP chopped, fresh parsley
  • 1/4 cup kalamata or black olives, halved
  • 1/4 cup Italian dressing, any variety

Mix all ingredients in a medium sized bowl. refrigerate at least one hour before serving.

For all those out there celebrating, A sweet new year with no bad news. may we have only good in our lives, and may we remain grateful for even the smallest blessings and acts of kindness.

Holiday Food

Where did the summer go? It’s still pretty warm here in the MidEast upper 30*sC/90*sF and now the humidity from the Mediterranean has kicked in making for balmy (sounds more romantic than miserably sticky) nights. We’re headed off to the UK for cooler climes and my daughter’s wedding to the most wonderful English gentleman! Then it’s off to the States to meet our new grandbaby and visit family for a little bit… so I’ve prewritten and scheduled some posts for when I’m gone. In the meantime-

Last week I had to drive my son up to his old base in the Golan Heights because he had reserve duty. Men and women are called up twice a year for a week or two to retrain and fill in spots as needed. This happens until they are in their 40s, depending on the unit. It’s a necessary part of defense here: one needs to be ready to go at a moment’s notice in case of emergency.

Anyway, I love the drive into the Golan. It’s so wild and pristine and gorgeous up there. Free roaming Angus cattle. Fruit orchards. Horses and cowboys. Tanks and soldiers in training. Mountains. Open space. Military bases. Crusader fortresses and Biblical ruins. Druze men roadside selling carob and date honey, apples, olives, and other local delicacies. I could tell it was the end of summer and only a few weeks until the Jewish New Year and fall festivals because…. Pomegranates!! Apples!! The trees were heavy with fruit and the orchards open to pickers. So I just HAD to. Pick. Waaaay too much, but the prices were so cheap! Like $0.60/pound or 4NIS/kg.

Rosh HaShannah, the Jewish New Year is celebrated both religiously and culturally. To represent the sweetness of the year, we eat apples dipped in honey. We eat apple cakes, apple fritters, apple noodle casseroles (kugels), apple salads. You get the idea.

So I came home with my boxes and boxes and immediately set to work. I wanted to do things I could preserve or freeze for when we get back from our trip. So, here are two of my creations: Apple Butter and Apple Lukshen Kugel. Enjoy!

SPICED APPLE BUTTER

The apple butter works great with cream cheese and peanut butter on bread. Or just plain bread. Or stirred into oatmeal on a cold winter day.

Ingredients:

  • 5 pounds (2.5 kg) apples, unpeeled, washed and cut into chunks
  • 4 TBSP apple cider vinegar
  • juice of 2 lemons
  • 1/2 cup maple syrup
  • 1/2 cup packed dark brown sugar
  • 2 TBSP cinnamon
  • 1 tsp ground cloves
  • 1/2 tsp allspice
  • 1/2 tsp ginger
  • 1/2 tsp nutmeg
  • 1/4 cup bourbon, whiskey or brandy (optional)

Place all the above ingredients into a large pot and cook uncovered over medium heat. Stir occasionally. In about an hour the apples will have become very soft. Blend thoroughly using an immersion blender. Reduce the apple butter to lowest flame. In a separate pot, boil Mason jars (I use 1/2 pint jars) and lids (not screw-top bands) for 20 minutes to sterilize. Ladle the hot apple butter into the hot empty jars. Place lid on top. Then screw on the sealing ring band. You should get 7-8 jars per batch. Submerge filled jars in a hot water bath (not boiling- just a simmer) for 20 minutes. Remove jars and let cool. Keeps up to 1 year in dark pantry. Refrigerate after opening.

SWEET NOODLE PUDDING WITH APPLES: LUKSHEN KUGEL

This is THE quintessential dairy comfort food for Ashkenazi Jews. You can eat it hot or cold, for breakfast, lunch, dinner or snacks. It’s a main dish. it’s a side dish. It’s a dessert. But ask 5 Jewish mommas how they make it and what you’ll get is a headache: raisins or no raisins? Apples, pineapple, dried fruit or plain? Streusel crust, cornflake crust or plain? And then there’s the spices….oy vey! Is it a crime to use ginger and nutmeg or do we just tick to cinnamon? Full fat or low-fat. Everyone has their own opinion….and of course, mine is the best (wink wink). The best thing about it is that if you make a big batch, it freezes and defrosts incredibly well, so I do 3-4 at a time (and have a kugel to send back with the university kid).

This recipe makes 1 9X12 inch (23X30cm) baking dish which cuts to 12 generous pieces.

Ingredients:

  • 1 12 ounce package extra wide egg noodles
  • 4 eggs
  • 1 cup sour cream or plain yogurt
  • 4 ounces (114 grams) cream cheese
  • 1 1/2 cups cottage cheese
  • 1/2 cup sugar (I prefer coconut sugar)
  • 6 TBSP butter
  • 1 tsp vanilla
  • 1/2 cup raisins
  • 3 small apples, peeled and sliced thinly
  • 1 cup cornflakes

Boil noodles in salted, boiling water for no longer than six minutes. They should be al dente, not mushy. Drain noodles and rinse well. Return the noodles to the pot along with 3 TBSP of the butter. keep heat on low flame just to melt the butter. Stir noodles until coated. Preheat oven to 350*F/170*C. Grease the Pyrex baking dish. In a very large mixing bowl, combine the cream cheese and sugar until smooth. Add in eggs, sour cream or yogurt, cottage cheese, spices and vanilla. Mix thoroughly. Fold in noodles, then raisins and apple slices. Pour into prepared baking dish. In separate bowl, lightly crush the cornflakes. Add 3 TBSP melted butter, 1/4 cup (coconut) sugar and 1 tsp cinnamon. Mix well and spoon over noodle pudding. Bake for about an hour or until the kugel is firm and crispy on the top. A cake tester should come out clean- Delicious!

I’d now like to introduce you to a very special young lady. Batya Deltoff is 16 years old. We became friends with the Deltoff family because we moved to Israel around the same time and the Deltoff kids played Little League baseball on my husband’s team. That was over 7 years ago. Batya is from Toronto, Ontario, Canada. This straight-A student hopes to be a anesthesiologist one day, but until then she’s happy to hang with her girlfriends. And cook. Cooking is her creative outlet. She has this intuitive sense of what goes with what and is both experimental and fearless. Ethnic foods from Asian to Middle Eastern specialties are the most exciting for Batya to prepare. And she doesn’t use a recipe! It’s all done from memory of what she’s eaten and enjoyed and from taste. She cooks regularly for her parents and 3 siblings – “but they pay the fee of cleaning up after me,” she jokes. I had the good fortune of watching her and cleaning up after her last week.

This recipe has Iraqi origins and is called Kubbe. It’s a hearty soup or stew and can be eaten by itself as an appetizer or meal or served over couscous. The kubbe makes a huge pot and it freezes well. Man, is this delicious. perfect for the holidays, especially the cooler nights of Sukkot.

To me Batya’s Kubbe tasted like a hybrid Jewish-Mexican style borscht. It has lovely vegetable chunks in a tomato-beet broth. Then there are these dumplings that look just like matzah balls. One bite into the balls gives a meaty taste explosion because they are stuffed with a magnificent ground meat mixture. It’s delish and healthy and oh-so-satisfying. I was worried that it would be too spicy for me, but the range of spices complement the soup. And you can always add sriracha or Tabasco for added heat.

BATYA DELTOFF’S AMAZING KUBBE

Ingredients:
SOUP-

  • 1 large yellow or white onion
  • 3 large carrots, peeled
  • 3 medium potatoes, peeled
  • 1/2 large cabbage or 1 small cabbage
  • 4 medium roasted, peeled beets or 1 large prepackaged cooked beets
  • 2 TBSP olive oil, plus extra for oiling hands
  • 200 grams canned chopped tomatoes in juice
  • 6 cups water
  • 4 tsp sweet paprika
  • 1 tsp ground black pepper
  • 3-4 tsp cumin
  • 2 squeezed lemons, pips removed
  • 1 TBSP slat
  • 1 TBSP sugar

MEATBALL DUMPLINGS-

  • 1.5 lb ground beef (3/4 kg)
  • 2 TBSP sweet paprika
  • 2 tsp cumin
  • 1/4 onion, minced fine
  • 2 cloves garlic, crushed
  • 1/2 tsp salt
  • 1/2 tsp ground black pepper
  • 1/2 tsp ginger

DOUGH FOR THE KUBBE BALLS-

  • 3 cups white semolina
  • 1 tsp salt
  • 1 1/2 cups very warm water

Instructions:
Peel and cut carrot and potatoes into bite sized chunks. Slice cabbage. Peel onion. Reserve 1/4 onion, and cut the rest into bite sized pieces. In a large stock pot, heat up the olive oil and when shimmery add the above veggies. Cook over medium heat to soften. Add in the cooked beets, also cut into bite size cubes. Pour in the canned tomatoes with the juice. Add enough water to completely cover the veggies (about 6 cups). Stir in the spices. Let come to a boil, then after 3 minutes, turn the flame down to medium low. Begin the dough: in a large mixing bowl, add the semolina and salt. Mix to incorporate. Add in 1 1/2 cups of very warm water, stirring as you go. Let sit for about 10 minutes. It will set up to be a granular gooey paste. To make the meatballs: in another large bowl add the ground beef, onion, garlic and spices. Mix well.

To make the Kubbe balls, oil your hands and a ladle well with olive oil. Pinch a golf-ball sized piece of dough and flatten in the palm of your hand, making special care to flatten out the edges. Place a nice ball of the ground meat mixture in the center of the dough (in your hand). Pull the ends of the dough up to cover, and pinch off the ball at the top, completely surrounding the meat. Make sure there are no holes. Place kubbe in a greased ladle and lower it down into the hot soup. Continue for the rest of the balls. You can also put in plain meatballs without the dumpling coat. See photos-

Let the soup come back to a slow boil, then reduce heat to simmer and cover. Let cook about an hour on low. This is best eaten the next day, and makes a great Shabbat lunch.

If you are keeping Kosher, serve it with a generous dollop of Tofutti imitation sour cream. If you are not worried about Kosher status, sour cream is a great add for the top.

New Year, New Recipes

Upon our return to Israel, we entered into a mandatory 14-day quarantine (with 3 molecular PCR tests done!!!). Our son had come home two days before our arrival to open up and air out the house. I had given Max a long list of groceries to get so that we wouldn’t co home to an empty fridge. Entering the front door, the house was clean and Max had even left a a bouquet of flowers. Previous to our arrival I had also ordered a ton of organic, freshly-picked-from-the-fields produce. Three huge crates were left at my front doorstep the next morning. It was absolutely glorious! Squash, white and purple cabbages, pears, the last nectarines of the season, avocados, pumpkin, greens, carrots, beans, onions, sweet and regular potatoes, mangos, limes, fresh dill, parsley, cilantro, basil and so much more. Gad even put in exras like cherry tomatoes, eggplant, pomegranates, and oranges.

It had been so long since I’d written a blogpost that I had to spend the whole day developing and perfecting the recipes for you. Which was great, because by the end of the second day, I’d fully realized that I herniated or ruptured a disc and had to take to bed (which will also give me time to write and to design the embroidery for my daughter’s wedding dress). But with my husband’s help, I’d put up several jars of spiced pears, zucchini pickle relish and some pickled corn. Lots was frozen and there’s food to last for weeks which will also be served for the Jewish holidays(Rosh haShannah the New Year; Yom Kippur the Day of Atonement & Sukkot the weeklong Festival of Booths). Interesting fact: in Israel, almost all stores and businesses completely shut down for each of the holidays – sometimes that can last up to three days in a row!!! So we’ve learned from past mistakes to have everything we need for the days before, during and after.

So here goes. This first recipe is an old family favorite, made by my dad of blessed memory. A few years ago I was going through an old box of letters and photos and I found his hand-written list of ingredients. His recipe called for whole Seckel pears. I had four kilos (8.8lbs) of regular hard green pears, so I used many and put up 12 pint jars of spiced pears. I substituted honey for the sugar to make it a little healthier.

Spiced Autumn Pears

  • Ingredients:
  • 5 pounds pears
  • 6 cups water
  • 1 1/2 cup dark honey
  • 1 cup apple cider vinegar
  • 3 cinnamon sticks, broken up
  • 1/4 cup cloves
  • about 1 tbsp freshly grated ginger
  • 1 1/2 tsp freshly grated nutmeg

Sterilize canning jars and lids in boiling water 20 minutes,making sure all are completely submerged.
While the jars are going, make the syrup. in medium pot, bring water, vinegar and honey to a boil, then reduce to low. Add spices. Halve pears. remove the core with a melon baller and cut each half into 3 slices. On a clean kitchen towel, using tongs (there are special, inexpensive canning tools that are a mainstay in my kitchen) remove the sterilized jars. Divide pears between the jars. Using a funnel, pour hot syrup into each jar up to 1/4 inch from top. Put lids and sealing rings on jar. Process back in hot water bath for another 20 minutes.

The next recipe is great for Rosh haShannah because it incorporates many of the symbolic foods we use at the festive meal. Plus, many of the ingredients are used in the other recipes. I roast a pound piece of fresh pumpkin (our pumpkins are different than the US/UK varieties) or a nice sized butternut squash, halved, seeds reserved and roasted with a little olive oil, salt and pepper. The salad below keeps well for up to a week, and is absolutely gorgeous with all those jewel-like autumn colors! Plus it’s packed with proteins, vitamins and antioxidants.

Vegan,pareve,serves 6-8

Autumn Harvest Quinoa Salad

  • Ingredients:
  • 1 cup multicolored quinoa
  • 2 1/4 cups water
  • 1 1/2 cups (or more) roasted pumpkin or buttternut squash, cubed
  • 1/2 cup red/ purple onion, diced
  • 1/4 cup candied or regular roasted pecan pieces
  • 1/3 cup large yellow raisins
  • 1/4 cup raisins or currants
  • 1/4 cup dates, chopped (I used 5 large, soft dates, pitted)
  • 1/4 cup dried cranberries
  • 1/2 pomegranate’s arils

Dressing ingredients:

  • 1 large orange
  • 1/3 cup canola oil
  • 1/3 cup water
  • 1/4 cup honey
  • juice and ”mash” of 1/2 red/purple onion (I will explain)
  • 1 heaping teaspoon baharat spice (I will explain)*

Cook quinoa in water according to package directions. Fluff and let cool. While quinoa is cooking dice the onion and cube the roasted gourd into small, bite-sized pieces. In large bowl, add fluffed quinoa, onion, squash/gourd, pecan pieces and dried fruits. Fold together gently. Pour 1/2 cup dressing over top. Directions below. Reserve remaining dressing for fruit salads or green salads. Fold gently to incorporate. Mix in most of the pomegranate arils, reserving some for the top.
This is so tasty. The flavors are popping bright, and the dressing really adds an exotic complexity.

To make the dressing:
Grate the orange rind into a large tumbler or drink shaker. Squeeze orange into bowl, removing any pits. I keep the orange bits. Transfer to the shaker. Add oil and honey. Using a garlic press, squeeze the onion juice from the cut-up red onion into the shaker. Add the left-over mashed onion. Add the baharat.* Add water. Shake vigorously.

  • *If you don’t have the Middle Eastern spice blend, baharat, you can make some easily. It is quite versatile – used in salads, soups, casseroles, stews, and baking:
  • 1/2 tsp cinnamon
  • 1/2 tsp ground cloves
  • 1/4 tsp nutmeg
  • 1 Tbsp cumin
  • 1/4 tsp paprika
  • 1/2 tsp cardamom
  • 1/4 tsp salt
  • 1/2 tsp salt

Assessing what I had in the produce boxes, I decided to make a vegetable quiche using ingredients on-hand. Hmmm… what do I have a ton of that might go well together? I had the veggies, 18 eggs, cream and four cheeses Max had bought (but no parmesan). It turned out to be the best quiche I have ever made!!! This is best eaten hot or warm and served with a side salad or a fruit salad – or the Autumn Harvest Quinoa Salad above.

Vegetable Quiche

  • Ingredients:
  • 1 frozen and defrosted deep dish pie shell OR frozen, defrosted pastry to line a large, greased quiche dish
  • 2 Tbsp olive oil
  • 1 red bell pepper, roasted and peel removed
  • 1 red/purple onion, chopped into bite-sized pieces
  • 1 medium-sized zucchini, quartered lengthways and sliced
  • 1 large carrot or 2 medium carrots, peeled and sliced thin 1/8”)
  • 5 large eggs, beaten
  • 1/2 cup heavy cream
  • 1/3 cup shredded sharp cheddar
  • 1/3 cup shredded smoked gouda (this really adds the complexity!)
  • 2 tsp dried thyme
  • 1/2 tsp sweet paprika
  • salt and freshly cracked pepper

Roast the pepper 15 minutes at 400*F/200*C then let cool. Peel the skin off and remove the seeds. Place your pastry-lined quiche dish on a foil-lined jelly roll pan (baking sheet with sides). In a large skillet, heat the olive oil over medium-high heat until shimmery, then add the cut-up onion, carrot and squash. Sauté until the vegetables are tender. Set aside. In a medium sized bowl, lightly beat eggs and stir in cream. Spoon the cooked veggies into the bottom of your prepared pastry-lined dish. Layer the shredded smoked gouda, distributing evenly. Cut pepper into thin strips and lay them over the cheese. Sprinkle with the thyme, salt and pepper. Gently pour in the egg mixture. Let settle. Sprinkle shredded cheddar over top and sprinkle paprika over cheddar. Place in oven pre-heated to 375*F/188*C for 45-50 minutes or until top is bubbly and golden brown.

I can’t even begin to believe I forgot to photograph this one! We devoured the ”test soufflé”for lunch and froze the second one. The third, my husband brought me on a plate for Rosh haShonnah dinner, and hadn’t taken any pictures beforehand. But I wouldn’t share this recipe unless it was absolutely mouth-watering. Baking it just makes the entire house smell like the fall holidays!! The soufflé is a bit like the filling for a pumpkin pie, only lighter and fluffier- and more tasty. It’s a great side dish, but I think it would be super with cream on top for breakfast or as part of a cheesecake (I’ll save that project for another day).

“Orange” Soufflé
(6-8 servings, pareve)

  • Ingredients:
  • 1 large sweet potato
  • 2 large carrots, peeled
  • 1 cup roasted pumpkin, butternut squash or canned pumpkin purée
  • 6 pitted dates OR 1/2 cup silan (date syrup) OR 1/2 cup honey
  • 1 orange, peel grated, and juiced – seeds removed
  • 4 eggs, beaten
  • 1 1/2 tsp flour ( can be a GF substitute)
  • 1 TBSP baharat spice powder ( see above recipe)

Preheat oven to 400*F/200*C. Wrap the sweet potato, and carrots in aluminum foil and roast for about 45minutes or until tender. Oil a soufflé dish or tall casserole dish. After the veggies have roasted and cooled, peel the sweet potato and cut the carrots into chunks. Transfer the veg along with the pumpkin/squash into a large mixing bowl. Add the dates, silan or honey, the grated orange rind and juice. Purée thoroughly with an immersion blender. When well-blended, gently fold in the beaten eggs, sprinkled flour and baharat. Very gentlytransfer the mixtue to a greased soufflé dish and bake for 25-30 minutes, uncovered until soufflé rises and top has browned. Can be served warm or cold.

The next dish is another salad. It’s traditional to eat beans on the Jewish New Year as a sign of our fruitfulness and of the many good deeds we will do in the upcoming year. In the Southern United States we would eat black-eyed peas as a symbol of good luck for the new year (January 1). Also, because beans are a humble dish, according to the Southerner, starting out the year in humility ensures wealth in the months to come. The Jewish custom is to eat scallions: scallions look like whips. At the Rosh haShonnah table the little kids like to smack each other with scallions. It’s a fun object lesson of slavery in Egypt. May we continue to live in freedom without fear of the taskmasters’ whips! Whatever the tradition or superstition, it’s a healthy side dish that can stand alone as a hearty lunch.

Black-eyed Pea Salad

serves 6-8 vegan, pareve

  • Ingredients:
  • 3 cups black-eyed peas, soaked, rinsed and cooked (can use frozen, defrosted)
  • 1 red bell pepper
  • 1 green bell pepper
  • 1 orange bell pepper
  • 4-6 scallions
  • 1 stalk celery
  • handful of each: fresh parsley, oregano, basil, chives
  • 3 cloves garlic
  • 1 lemon
  • extra virgin olive oil
  • sea salt & freshly-cracked pepper

In large serving bowl, add cooled tender peas. Finely chop the peppers and celery. Slice white/light green parts of scallions. Add to bowl. Finely chop herbs and mix into salad. Crush the garlic into the mixture. Add the juice of the lemon (seeds removed). Drizzle in about 1/4 cup olive oil, then salt and pepper to taste. Combine thoroughly and place the bowl, covered, in fridge for at least an hour. Serve cold. This actually tastes better the next day when the flavors have melded together.

Enjoy!