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The Magical Mejedra

Posted on Thursday, 31, December, 2020Tuesday, 20, September, 2022 by Rabbi

Shabbat had just ended. “What would you like to eat?” the chacham’s wife asked. “It is time for Seudah Revi’it (the third Sabbath meal), the Melaveh Malkah meal, to say goodbye to the Shabbat queen.”

“I would love a plate filled with mejedra,” he replied. “I so enjoy that delicious delicacy of rice, onions and lentils delicately spiced and served together with yogurt!”

“Mejedra?” asked his wife. “It is so time consuming to make, do you really want me to prepare mejedra for you?”

“No, no,” answered her husband. “Of course not. You asked me what I wanted, so I just told you what I was in the mood for, not what I wanted you to bother preparing.” The chacham and his wife laughed together.

Their moment together aws interrupted by a loud knock at the door. The cook of a wealthy Jewish merchant entered the house. She was very upset, and tears streamed down her cheeks.

“My mistress asked me to prepare a pot of mejedra,” she explained. “By mistake, I cooked it in a meat pot, and then added yogurt. Now, my mistress is very angry and wants to fire me, because she says the food is not kosher. I am a widow with four children to feed. Please, chacham, help me. Tell me what to do.”

The holy Chacham asked the cook a few detailed questions to under­stand exactly how the food had been prepared. After deliberating for a short while he declared, “The mejedra is kosher. There is nothing for you to worry about.”

The cook happily returned to her mistress’ house only to come back fifteen minutes later, knocking on the door. “My mistress did not believe me,” she explained. “My mistress claims that you only said it was kosher so that I would not be fired. She wants you to eat it, to prove that it is, indeed, kosher.”

“Then take my plate back to your mistress’ home,” he told her. “Bring me back a large portion filled with mejedra. You can then tell her that you saw me eat it, and she will understand that the food is kosher.”

After the cook left. The chacham’s wife spoke. “I am happy that you made peace between the cook and her mistress. I am truly amazed that the Holy One, blessed be He provided you with the very delicacy you wanted, at the very moment you said you wanted it.”

The holy chacham and his holy wife were blessed by Heaven because of their love of peace and love for one another. There was truly Shalom Bayit (peace within the home) in their house.

Mejedra

Mejedra

Mejedra, is a Middle Eastern, Sephardic comfort food. Warm and earthy, the slightly sweet and spicy flavor of well done caramelized onions with rice containing lentils is very satisfying. It is often eaten plain, as a side dish, or sometimes with yogurt for a special meal.

INGREDIENTS

1 ½ cups brown rice

2 strips lemon peel, about 2 inches long each

1 cup brown lentils

2 large onions, peeled and sliced thin

2 tsp cumin

1 tsp kosher salt, more or less to taste

1/4 tsp black pepper, more or less to taste

1-2 tablespoon water

1/2 teaspoon ground turmeric

1 1/2 teaspoons ground cinnamon

1 1/2 teaspoons ground allspice

1 teaspoon sugar

2 bay leaves

1 tablespoon chopped fresh parsley

INSTRUCTIONS

In a medium saucepan, bring 4 cups of water to a boil. Add the lentils. Reduce heat to medium and simmer the lentils till they are tender, but not soft or mushy (about 15 minutes). Remove from heat and drain, then rinse in a colander with cold water.

In a large pot, heat 1/4 cup olive oil till hot enough for frying. Add the rice, olive oil, turmeric, allspice, cinnamon, sugar, 1/2 teaspoon salt, and plenty of black pepper. Stir to coat the rice with the oil and then add the cooked lentils and the water. Bring to a boil, cover with a lid, and simmer over very low heat for 15 minutes.

Add 3 cups of water. Bring to a boil, then carefully pour it over the lentils and rice. Stir, raise heat on the large pot to medium high. Add bay leaves and lemon peel to the pot and bring water to a boil. Cover the pot. Reduce heat and let the rice steam at a low simmer for 20 minutes, or until all the water is absorbed.

Turn off the rice, uncover the pot, fluff the rice with a fork, cover the pot again and let it sit for another 15 minutes.

Meanwhile, heat up 1 tbsp olive oil in a skillet. Fry the onion slices over medium heat until they are soft and nicely caramelized. Season with salt and pepper.

Fluff the Mejedra with a fork again. Serve topped with the caramelized onions.

If you like the flavor of butter, you can substitute melted butter for olive oil. If you do this, please keep in mind that the dish becomes dairy rather than pareve.

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A Bundle of Greens

Posted on Friday, 25, December, 2020Tuesday, 30, January, 2024 by Rabbi

Mottel the Vassertreyger was a simple man who was not well versed in Torah and didn’t know the meaning of most of his daily prayers, but he always prayed with the minyan (prayer quorum) and was careful to respond to all the prayers repeated by the prayer leader. He never talked about worldly matters in the shul (synagogue), and he always respected and honored Torah scholars and rabbis.

Mottel the Vassertreyger worked hard and managed to make a decent living. He had four steady customers who were wealthy merchants who paid him very well for his services.

One day, maggid (spiritual storyteller) came to the village. The maggid met with many of the village laborers and told them Jewish stories of faith. He would also speak to them about how much the Holy One, blessed be He was pleased with the sincere prayers and simple faith of ordinary Jewish people.

Mottel the Vassertreyger was guiding his wagon with its full barrel of water through the center of town, when he spotted his friend Yankel Tsushtelnvaser along with some other men, gathered around a simply dressed traveler and listening carefully to catch his every word.

His interest sparked, Mottel the Vassertreyger went over to join the circle of listeners. The maggid told a story of a wealthy man who lived in the days when the Beis haMikdash (Holy Temple) in Jerusalem still stood.

“A wealthy man was taking a fattened ox to the Beis haMikdash for a sacrifice. It was a huge animal, and when it decided, for reasons of its own, to stop still in its tracks, nobody was able to convince it to walk further towards their destination. No amount of pushing and prodding could make that animal budge.

“A poor man who was on his way home was watching the scene. In his hand was a bunch of freshly picked greens. These he now held to the muzzle of the ox, and when the animal began to nibble, he drew them away and, in this way, led the animal to its destination at the Holy Beis haMikdash.

“That night the owner of the ox had a dream. In his dream he heard a voice which called out, ‘The sacrifice of the poor man, who gave up the bundle of greens he was bringing to his poor family, was a more desirable sacrifice than your fattened ox.’

“The wealthy man brought a large fattened ox for a burnt-offering. He was so joyful at being able to bring such an animal that he also brought a lamb for a peace-offering and made a huge feast for his family and friends. He also distributed the gifts to the community. His joy was so intense that he held back nothing. The poor man, on the other hand, had only a bunch of greens to bring home for his family. What were his few stalks compared to the fattened animal of the wealthy man?

“Nevertheless,” concluded the maggid, “The Holy One, blessed be He desires the heart. Any mitzvah a person may do, whether great or small, simple or difficult, is judged by how it is performed. A mitzvah done with great joy and purity of heart, is very precious to Hashem. G‑d cries out to the angels, ‘Look at the mitzvah my children have done!’ G‑d, from His place in the heavens, saw that although the wealthy man had offered much, the poor man had offered much more.”

Mottel the Vassertreyger’s mind knew no rest. How he longed to be able to do a mitzvah like the poor man in the story, with pure intention and a joyful overflowing heart! The weeks passed and still Mottel the Vassertreyger knew no peace, as his heart ached with the desire to be able to do such a mitzvah.

One day, as Mottel the Vassertreyger was delivering water to one of his wealthy customers, he had an idea, an idea so perfect that his whole being became flushed with a great sense of pleasure and relief. Mottel the Vassertreyger’s four wealthy customers provided him with half of his livelihood, since they paid him far more than the going rate for a barrel of water. On the other hand, his friend Reb Zalman Dov supplied the town’s four shuls (synagogues), which paid him half-price for their water. “I can exchange four of my customers for four of his,” thought Mottel the Vassertreyger. “Four wealthy homes for four shuls (synagogues).” He was anxious to serve G‑d by providing the water that the people would wash their hands with. Certainly, the mitzvah was of more value than the profits he would give up.

He went home and told his wife about the story he heard from the visiting storyteller, and how doing a mitzvah with joy is like bringing a sacrifice in the Holy Beis haMikdash, even though it no longer stands. His wife readily agreed to the idea, as did Reb Zalman Dov, who sorely needed the extra income. The deal was struck and the exchange of customers was made. No one but Mottel the Vassertreyger and his wife knew what had happened, and they were overjoyed at the prospects for their new “business.” There were days when Mottel the Vassertreyger’s wife went to the river to participate in the mitzvah of drawing the water for the synagogues. As they hauled the water, they would concentrate on the mitzvah of preparing the water for the congregants to wash their hands with before prayers, and their joy was boundless. For they understood that G‑d desires the heart.

Walnut Spinach Salad

Walnut Spinach Salad

 

Ingredients

8 cups baby spinach, washed and dried

4 tablespoons balsamic vinegar

1 to 2 tablespoons sugar

1 cup walnuts, coarsely chopped

1/2 cup mayonnaise

Freshly ground black pepper, for garnish

Directions

      • In a large bowl, combine spinach with onions and walnuts.

      • Place mayonnaise, balsamic and sugar in a food processor and pulse 3 or 4 times; alternatively, whisk together by hand. Process or whisk until smooth and creamy.

      • Pour dressing over salad and toss well to coat. Serve immediately and garnish with freshly ground black pepper

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The Delayed Dinner and Shalom Bayis

Posted on Thursday, 17, December, 2020Tuesday, 20, September, 2022 by Rabbi

“A man comes home from work at the end of the day, very hungry. He sits down at the table, expecting his dinner. His wife appears and tells him that he should be patient because dinner is delayed. So he waits.

“After waiting for what seems like an eternity, she places a plate before him. He takes a look, and all he sees is a hard-boiled egg and a potato. Needless to say, he is quite perturbed. Here he waited patiently although he was so hungry, and all he gets is just plain old food, nothing special. Had he gotten something special, then he would have understood the delay. He leaves the table disappointed.

“Every morning, G‑d waits for His people to say their prayers” The diligent are quick to pray, aware of the immense privilege it is to be able to address the King above All kings.

“If one prays on time, then even if the prayers are not recited with the greatest concentration, the fact that they are recited on time makes them desirable to G‑d. When the prayers are said a bit late, but with great concentration, G‑d desires them as well, the extra devotion making it ‘worth the wait.’ However, if the prayers are late and without proper concentration, they are like the simple meal that the husband in the parable received. G‑d can be expected to look skeptically at such an offering!”

An old Jewish man who listened very carefully as the story was told. “With all due respect, holy rabbi,” he countered, “the husband’s reaction would be a harsh one if there wasn’t true harmony in the home. However, when a husband and wife really love each other, they understand when the other has a hard day. Perhaps the end of the parable should be that the husband graciously thanks his wife for the simple meal, and asks her to tell him about her day. In this way, G‑d is always ready to hear our prayers . . .”

Kugel

Vegetable Kugel

 

Ingredients:

2 large onions, diced

6 eggs

3-4 Tablespoons oil or shmaltz

1 Tablespoon salt

4 stalks celery, diced

½ Teaspoon ground black pepper

2 green peppers, diced

1 Tablespoon of Italian spices

1/2 lb. mushrooms, sliced or chopped (optional)

1/8 – ¼ Teaspoon Cayenne pepper (optional)

4 carrots, shredded

8 large potatoes (4-5 lbs.), grated

Directions

1.

Preheat oven to 375°.

2.

Sauté the onions in oil until golden. Add the celery, peppers, mushrooms (if using), and carrots. Sauté until soft.

3.

Place the eggs into a mixing bowl. Beat by hand and add salt and pepper to taste.

4.

Continue beating and add spices.

5.

In a food processor or by hand using a box grater, grate the potatoes using the fine shredder. Transfer to the egg mixture. Add the sautéed vegetables. Mix thoroughly.

6.

Pour into a 9″x13″ pan. Bake for 40-60 minutes, until browned and crusty.

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A Recipe for Shabbat Fish from Morocco

Posted on Thursday, 3, December, 2020Thursday, 15, February, 2024 by Rabbi

In the city of Marrakesh there was a boy named Chaim, He always meant well, but somehow found himself in many adventures. He was not the most learned of his brothers and sisters and people sometimes took advantage of him.

All week Chaim and his family looked forward to Shabbat. The best foods were prepared, and the family gathered around the table to talk Torah and sing zimerot together.

It was Friday morning when Chaim’s mother sent him to buy a fish for the Shabbat meal. The fishmonger showed Chaim different types of fish he had for sale and told him the specialties of the fish. Chaim picked out a nice whitefish for his mother to prepare for Shabbat dinner.

The fishmonger tells Chaim a recipe for cooking the fish he picked out. The fish was to be cooked with sweet peppers, tomatoes and spices, Chaim could not remember the recipe, even though the fishmonger told him the recipe twice. As soon as Chaim walked away from the fish stall in the market, he forgot the recipe. Finally, the fishmonger writes the recipe on Chaim’s hand.

As he left the market a cat began to follow him, so he walked faster. Suddenly he tripped and the fish flew out of his hands and the cat snatched the fish and disappeared with it.

 

Chaim was angry, but then smiled. He thought to himself, I know how to get even with the cat, and with that he licked the recipe off the back of his hand, so at least the cat would not know how to prepare the fish.

When Chaim got home, he told his mother what had happened. She sighed and just said “Gam zu l’tova (this too is for the best) and went on preparing for Shabbat.

Morrocan Shabbat Fish

Moroccan Shabbat Fish

1 red bell pepper, cut into thin strips

1/2 to1 teaspoon cayenne pepper

3 tomatoes, sliced

salt and pepper to taste

6 (6 ounce) tilapia fillets or other white fish

¼ cup olive oil

2 tablespoons paprika

1 cup water

1 tablespoon chicken/consommé bouillon

¼ cup chopped fresh parsley

Directions

 

Step 1

Preheat an oven to 200 degrees F (95 degrees C).

Step 2

Layer the sliced red peppers and sliced tomatoes in the bottom of a baking dish. Arrange the tilapia fillets on top of the vegetables.

Step 3

Combine the paprika, chicken bouillon, cayenne, salt, pepper, olive oil, and water and mix well. Pour the seasoning mixture over the fish. Sprinkle with parsley.

Step 4

Cover the baking dish with aluminum foil and bake in the preheated oven until the fish flakes easily with a fork and the vegetables are tender, about 1 hour.

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The Miser’s Dirty Mandelbroit

Posted on Thursday, 26, November, 2020Thursday, 21, December, 2023 by Rabbi

In the village, there was a miser. He never gave any tzedakah (charity) to anyone or any cause. One day he walked by a bakery and smelled the most wonderful mandelbroit (mandel bread – Almond Toast) and wanted some. He bought a bag of mandelbroit and took a piece out of the bag to eat.

He enjoyed the delicate flavor of the mandelbroit and was not watching where he was going and tripped. His bag of delicious mandelbroit fell and broke open in the road. He was so sad and angry.

A beggar came up to the miser and asked for a few coins so he can buy food for his family. The miser gave the bag of mandelbroit he just picked up out of the roadto the beggar. The miser hurried along his way.

That night, the miser had a dream that he was at an inn where the most delicious-looking cake was being served to everyone, but him. At last, he catches the inn keeper who brings him a piece of dirty pastry. In this place, the World to Come, all he is allowed is what he gave on earth.

Mandel Bread

Mandelbroit – Mandel Bread

Ingredients

3 eggs

1 Teaspoon almond extract

¾ Cup Sugar

½ Cup flour

1 Cup oil

2 cups Ground Almonds or Almond Flour

½ Teaspoon Salt

2 Teaspoons Cinnamon

  • Combine all dry ingredients

  • Beat the eggs and sugar until fluffy

  • Slowly add the oil constantly mixing

  • Add to dry ingredients

  • Let rest for about 45 minutes

  • Preheat oven to 350 degrees

  • Shape into narrow loaves and bake 30-45 minutes

  • Take out of oven and allow to cool slightly

  • Slice into 1 inch slices and place on cookie sheet

  • Toast in oven for 15 minutes

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The Fate of the Flour Woman

Posted on Thursday, 19, November, 2020Thursday, 21, March, 2024 by Rabbi

Once there was a woman who lived in Israel near the sea. Every day, she baked four loaves of bread. She would give three of the loaves to people in need. And she’d keep the fourth one for her family.

One day, after she’d given away three of the loaves of bread, a fourth person came to her door. What could she do? So she gave that person the fourth loaf of bread. And then she realized that she had no more flour in her barrel to bake another bread. So she went off to the store to buy some more. She walked along the seashore, humming to herself. After she had picked up the sack of flour from the store, she put it onto her head to carry it and began to walk back home.

Suddenly, the sky grew dark, and a storm rose up. A great gust of wind whirled around her head and blew the sack of flour off of her head and out to sea. Well, she ran after the sack, shouting, what did I do to deserve this injustice? How will I feed my family? But there really wasn’t anyone around to hear her. So she turned away from the sea and started to walk back home.

But on the way home, she changed directions. And instead of walking home, she walked all the way to Jerusalem, and she went straight to the palace of King Solomon the Wise. When the guards saw how determined she was, they let her right in to see the king. She began to tell the wise King Solomon all about the sack of flour and the gust of wind.

But as she was just about finishing her story, there was a great big commotion as 10 sailors carrying 10 sacks of gold burst into the room. We want to give these sacks of gold to the person who saved our lives, one of them said. King Solomon listened with great interest. How did this person save your lives? the King said.

Well, we are traveling merchants. And we were sailing close to the harbor when our ship began to sink. There was a hole, and we were sinking fast. The ship would have sunk, and we would have drowned. But just as suddenly, the water stopped flooding in.

We examined the hole, and we saw a bag of flour there. The flour had mixed with the water, and it made a dough. And the dough plugged up the hole and stopped the water from flooding our ship. This sack of flour saved us. So we want to reward the person whose sack it is. We were told to come to Jerusalem because you are the wisest king, and you would be able to help us.

A sailor pulled the sack out of his pocket and handed it to the king, who laughed as he turned to the woman. Would you recognize your sack? he asked. Of course, she said. My name is on it. The king examined it. And lo and behold, there was her name.

King Solomon said, of course, it is you who deserves the reward from these grateful sailors. Your sack of flour saved them. Without it, they surely would have drowned. And so she took the gold. She bought a lot more flour and was able to feed everyone in need.

Challah

Flour Woman’s Challah

Makes 2 braided loaves

INGREDIENTS

1 cup warm water – not hot

2-3teaspoons salt

1 Tablespoon yeast or 1 packet of yeast

8 cups unbleached all-purpose flour

4 Jumbo eggs, room temperature add water to make 1cup

4 Tablespoons olive oil or avocado oil

1 egg

1 tablespoon water

1 tablespoon poppy seeds (Optional)

DIRECTIONS

  • In a large mixing bowl, mix water and sugar add yeast and let sit

  • Beat eggs, salt and oil until well blended

  • Add the flour one cup at a time, beating after each addition, graduating to kneading with hands as dough thickens.

  • Knead until smooth and elastic and no longer sticky, adding flour as needed.

  • Form dough into a ball and place in an oiled bowl, turning to coat all sides. Cover with a damp clean cloth and let rise for 1 1/2 hours or until dough has doubled in bulk.

  • Punch down the risen dough and turn out onto floured board. Divide in half and knead each half for five minutes or so, adding flour as needed to keep from getting sticky.

  • Divide each half into quarters and roll into long snakes about 1 1/2 inches in diameter. Pinch the ends of the four snakes together firmly and braid. from middle. Pinch ends of the finished braids together.

  • Grease two baking pans and place finished braid each. Cover with towel and let rise about one hour.

  • Preheat oven to 375 degrees.

  • Beat the remaining egg with 1 tablespoon of water and brush a generous amount over each braid.

  • Sprinkle with poppy seeds or any other desired topping (optional).

  • Bake at 350 degrees F for about 20 to 30 minutes. Bread should have a nice hollow sound when thumped on the bottom. Cool on a rack for at least one hour before slicing.

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The Gifts of the Apple Tree

Posted on Thursday, 12, November, 2020Thursday, 4, April, 2024 by Rabbi

In a large forest where the trees grew tall and their branches reached to the heavens, there was a small apple tree. It was the only apple tree in the forest, and it stood alone.

One night the little apple tree looked up into the sky and saw a wonderful sight. The stars in the sky appeared to be hanging on the branches of the tall oak trees.

“Ribonno shel Olam – Master of the Universe,” whispered the tiny apple tree, “those oak trees are so blessed to have such beautiful stars hanging on their branches. I wish more than anything in the world to have stars on my branches, just like the majestic oak trees. Then I would truly be special.”

The Holy One, blessed be He looked down at the apple tree and answered gently, “Have patience, little apple tree.”

Time passed. The snows melted and spring came to the land. Tiny white and pink apple blossoms appeared on the branches of the apple tree. Birds came to rest on its branches. Occasionally a traveler happened by and admired the beautiful blossoms and a holy man sat in the shade of apple tree and studied the Holy Word. The apple tree grew all summer long. The branches filled with leaves and blossoms, forming a canopy overhead.

Night after night, the little tree looked up at the many stars in the sky and sadly cried, “Ribonno shel Olam – Master of the Universe,” whispered the tiny apple tree, “those oak trees are so blessed to have such beautiful stars hanging on their branches. I wish more than anything in the world to have stars on my branches, just like the majestic oak trees.”

The Holy One, blessed be He looked down and comforted the sad apple tree, “You already have gifts. Isn’t it enough to have shade to offer people and fragrant blossoms, and branches for birds to rest upon so they can sing their beautiful songs?”

The apple tree sighed and humbly replied, “Merciful Creator, I don’t mean to sound ungrateful, but every time I see the mighty oak trees, I am saddened. I appreciate how much pleasure I give to others, but what I want more than anything in the world is to have stars, not blossoms on my branches. Then I would feel truly special.”

The Holy One, blessed be He smiled and said, “Be patient, little apple tree.”

The seasons changed again. Soon the apple tree was filled with beautiful apples. Many a traveler and wanderer, walking in the forest, reached up and picked apples to eat and enjoyed the crisp apples.

Still, when night fell on the forest, the apple tree looked at the stars in the oak trees and asked, “Master of the Universe, I wish more than anything in the world to have stars on my branches. Then I would feel truly special.”

The Holy One, blessed be He asked, “Isn’t it enough that you now have wonderful apples to offer? Doesn’t that satisfy you? Doesn’t that give you enough pleasure and make you feel special?”

Without saying a word, the apple tree answered by shaking its branches from side to side. The Holy One, blessed be He caused a hard wind to blow. The great oak trees began to sway, and the apple tree began to shake. An apple fell from the top branch and split open when it hit the ground.

“Look,” commanded The Holy One, blessed be He. “Look inside yourself. What do you see?”

The little apple tree looked down and saw that right in the center of the apple – was a star.

“A star. I have a star!”

The Holy One, blessed be He laughed a gentle laugh and added, “So you do have stars on your branches. They’ve been there all along. You just didn’t know it.”

People usually cut an apple by holding it with the stem up. In order to find the star, turn it on its side. If we change direction in life, we can find the spark that ignites the star within each of us. Look carefully and you’ll find that beautiful star.

Apple Star

BUBBIE’S APPLE CAKE

INGREDIENTS

2 – 3 teaspoons ground cinnamon

1 tablespoon baking powder

¼ cup white sugar

4 eggs

½ cup brown sugar

2 cups white sugar

4 – 5 large apples, peeled, cored, and chopped

1 cup vegetable oil

3 cups all-purpose flour

¼ cup orange juice

1 teaspoon salt

1 teaspoon vanilla extract

DIRECTIONS

  • Preheat an oven to 350 degrees F (175 degrees C). Grease and flour a 10-inch tube pan.

  • Mix cinnamon, 3/4 cup of sugar, and apples in a bowl; set aside.

  • Combine flour, salt, and baking powder in a bowl.

  • Beat the eggs, sugar, oil until fluffy. Continue beating while adding orange juice and vanilla

  • Mix in the flour mixture and liquid until smooth and thoroughly mixed.

  • Layer the batter and apples in a greased tube pan. (pour some batter–then layer it with apples–then switch back and forth until it is all used up). Finish by topping with the apples.

  • Bake in the preheated oven until a toothpick inserted into the center comes out clean, about 1 hour and 30 minutes to 1 hour and 45 minutes.

  • Cool in the pan for 10 minutes before removing to cool completely on a wire rack.

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The Hole and Politics of the Bagel

Posted on Wednesday, 4, November, 2020Tuesday, 20, September, 2022 by Rabbi

A young boy sat in class as the teacher was droning on about some obscure point in the Torah. The boy, out of boredom, began to daydream. Suddenly he heard the loud voice of the teacher as he asked the distracted student, “What becomes of the hole in a bagel, when one has eaten the bagel?”

This riddle, which seemed to be very hard to solve, stuck in the boy’s head. The boy tried to find an answer to the question, day and night. The boy often bought a bagel, took a bite out of it, and immediately replaced the bitten-out piece with his hand, so that the hole should not escape. Yet every time the boy had eaten up the bagel, the hole had somehow always disappeared. This frustrated the boy for a long time. The boy was so preoccupied by the question that he thought about it during prayers and at lessons.

At home, too, everyone noticed that the boy had lost his appetite, he ate nothing but bagels — bagels for breakfast, bagels for lunch, bagels for dinner, bagels all day long. They noticed that he ate the bagels with strange gestures and contortions of his mouth and my hands.

One day the boy gathered up all of his courage, and asked the teacher, in the middle of a Torah lesson:

“Nu, when one has eaten a bagel, what happens to the hole?”

“Why don’t you see the most obvious,” answered the teacher, “what is a hole in a bagel? Just nothing at all! A bit of emptiness! It’s nothing with the bagel and nothing without the bagel!”

Many years passed since then, and still the boy has not been able to satisfy himself as to what is the object of a hole in a bagel. As a young man he wondered if one could have bagels without holes. One lives and learns.

One day on his way to work, he saw in the window of a bakery, bagels without holes. He asked the baker about these bagels, and heard a most interesting history, which shows how difficult it is to get people to accept anything new, and what sacrifices it costs to introduce the smallest reform.

The baker explained:

A baker in a far off city took it into his head to make straight bagels, in the shape of breadsticks. This change from what was widely accepted cost him dearly. All the other bakers in that city immediately made a loud protest and organized a boycott of his bakery.

They argued: “Our fathers’ fathers baked bagels with holes, the whole world eats bagels with holes, and here comes a bold new thinker who upsets the order of the universe, and bakes bagels without holes! Have you ever heard of such disrespect? It’s just not right! If a person like this is allowed to go on, he will make an end of everything: today it’s bagels without holes, tomorrow it will be holes without bagels! Such a thing has never been known before!”

Because of the hole in a bagel, a storm broke out in that city that grew presently into such noise and violence.

The different leaders of the community joined in the conflict. Now the city was divided.

The Straight Bagel Party declared that a hole and a bagel constituted together a private affair, like religion, and that everyone had a right to bake bagels as he thought best, and according to his conscience.

The other side, the Pro-Hole Bagel party maintained, that to sell bagels without holes was against the constitution, to which the Straight Bagel Party replied that the constitution should be altered, as being too ancient, and contrary to the spirit of the times.

At this the Pro-Hole Bagel Party raised an uproar, crying that the rules could not be altered, because they were Toras-Lokshen and every letter, every stroke, every dot was a law in itself!

The media in the city felt they were obliged to report daily accounts of the meetings that were held to discuss the hole in a bagel, and the media also took sides, and fiercely reported on the subject. The quarrel spread throughout the city, until everyone was strongly divided into two parties, the Pro-Hole Bagel party and the Straight Bagel party.

Children rose against their parents, wives against their husbands, friends severed their ties with friends, families were broken up, and still the battle rages — and all on account of the hole in a bagel!

Now they’re fighting over toppings – poppy seeds, onion, sesame seeds, garlic or just a little of everything.

Bagel Politics

Bagels From Scratch

8 cups flour

1 tablespoon salt

2-3 tablespoons sugar

1 tablespoon yeast

2 cups lukewarm potato water

1 cup oil

4 eggs, slightly beaten

2-3 tablespoons honey

2 quarts boiling water

Bagel toppings (onion, poppy seeds, garlic, sesame seeds)

Directions

  • Sift together dry ingredients into a large mixing bowl.

  • Proof yeast in one third of the potato water and 2-3 tablespoons of sugar (Potato water is water in which peeled potatoes have cooked). Plain water may be used, but it is not as good.

  • Add to the dry ingredients.

  • Add oil to the remaining potato water and stir into the flour mixture.

  • Add eggs and stir briskly to form a ball of dough.

  • Knead on a lightly floured board for 10 minutes. This must be a firm dough; add more flour if necessary.

  • Return to the bowl, smooth side up. Cover with a tea towel and let rise at room temperature until the dough rises to about 1 ½ its size.

  • Knead again on a lightly floured board until smooth and elastic (as for rolls).

  • Pinch off pieces of dough and roll between the palms to form ropes about 6 inches long and ¾ inch wide. Pinch the ends together firmly to make a doughnut shape.

  • Add honey to boiling water. Drop bagels into the water one at a time.

  • As they come to the surface, turn them over. Boil 1 minute longer on the second side.

  • Place on a greased cookie sheet and bake at 450 degrees until the crust is golden brown and crisp 10 to 15 minutes).

  • Bagels may be sprinkled with poppy seed or sesame seed before baking, if desired.

  • Makes about 30.

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The Borrowed Egg

Posted on Thursday, 29, October, 2020Tuesday, 20, September, 2022 by Rabbi

It is told that in the days of King David, there was a feast where the main dish was made with hard-boiled eggs.

One of the servants was very hungry and ate the portion that had been given to him before his companions. He felt ashamed because there was no food before him, and he said to the man sitting next to him: “Lend me one.egg.” “I shall lend it to you,” said he, “if you promise before witnesses that you will return it to me within a week, and if you do not repay me by then, you will have to pay me any income that might add up from the egg until the time of the payment.”

The hungry man answered, “I agree,” he was given the egg in the presence of the witnesses. A week went by and the borrowed egg was forgotten and the lender was called away on business. Five years went by and the lender demanded that the debt from the egg be paid.

The man returned an egg, but the lender was unhappy. “All you can claim from me,” said man, “is a single egg.” They appeared before King David and found Solomon sitting in the gateway, for it was the custom of Solomon to be seated in the king’s gateway; and whenever anybody came to the king for judgment he would ask him: “What are you doing before the king?” And the man would say: “This and that is what happened between that fellow and me.” Now when the man who had borrowed from his companion came, Solomon said to him as well: “Why have you come to the king?” And he answered: “This and that is what happened.” “Appear before the king,” said Solomon to him, “and when you return tell me what the king said.”

They appeared before King David. The lender brought witnesses of the condition they had agreed to; namely, that he should pay him whatever profit a man can make from a single egg from that time until the time that the claim was presented. “Go and pay him,” said King David. “I do not know how much,” said he. Then they presented an account to the king: One chick in one year; in the second year that chick can beget up to eighteen chicks; in a third year those eighteen chicks can each produce eighteen chicks, and so in the fourth year—so that the account finally came to a great amount. The man had never dreamed that the one egg he borrowed would create such a huge debt, and get him into such trouble!

The young Solomon met him and said: “What did the king tell you?” “The king,” he answered, “found that I owe this, and that it amounts to a very great sum.” Listen to me,” said Solomon, “and I shall give you good counsel.” “Long life to you,” said he. And Solomon went on: “Go and buy yourself beans and boil them. On such and such day the king wishes to stay at this and that place. Now you stand at the wayside, and when¬ever the king’s men pass before you, you sow the beans in some plowed field by the road. If anybody asks you what you are planting, answer him:

‘I am planting boiled beans.’ And if he asks you whoever saw boiled beans being planted, tell him: ‘Whoever saw a boiled egg from which a chicken came?’ “

The man went at once and did this and stood planting the boiled beans. When the king’s forces passed, they asked him: “What are you planting?” “I am planting boiled beans,” he told them. “And who,” said they, “has ever seen boiled beans growing?” “And who,” answered he, “has ever seen a boiled egg from which a chick came out?” This is what he said to the king’s men, who told the king.

When the king heard this, he said to him: “Who taught you to do so?” “I myself,” said he. But David said to him: “Solomon has been helping you!” “As sure as you live, my lord king,” said the man, “he told me to do this from beginning to end.” Then the king sent for Solomon and said to him: “What do you have to say about this?” And Solomon answered: “How can he owe for something that never came about? The egg he borrowed was boiled and could not produce any chick!” “Then,” said the king, “let him go and pay the other fellow one egg!”

And it is because of this that we find: “To Solomon. 0 God, give Your judgment to the king and Your righteousness to the king’s son” (Ps. 72:1-2).

Egg Salad

Egg Salad

12 hard boiled eggs, peeled

1 medium onion chopped

1/2 cup mayonnaise (more or less based on your desired consistency)

1/4 teaspoon black pepper (more or less to taste)

1 Tablespoon prepared mustard

1/4 teaspoon garlic powder (more or less to taste)

½ Cup chopped celery

Salt to taste

 

  1. Slice and dice hard boiled eggs into a large bowl.(for rustic and chunky) or mash with a fork or potato masher (for smoother) egg salad.

  2. Mix in chopped onion and chopped celery

  3. In a separate bowl, mix mayonnaise, mustard, pepper, garlic powder and salt to taste.

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A Jewish Meal Heals – Kol K’voda Bas Melech P’nima

Posted on Thursday, 22, October, 2020Thursday, 30, November, 2023 by Rabbi

There was a time when little changed. People grew up in the same communities as their parents, knew the same people their whole lives, did the same work, ate the same food, and heard the same languages as their parents and grandparents. Today with all the technology (computers, tablets and cellular telephones) people are constantly meeting new people, hearing new philosophies and different ideas, and challenging religious and societal values. Young people today refuse to look at yesterday.

Jewish beliefs, customs and traditions have been changed by the rapid pace of today’s society. New ideas and new philosophies have clashed with ancient Jewish beliefs and customs. The foods of our past are prepackaged, our traditions are a vague memory, the teachings and beliefs have been left as archaic and outdated, and the stories are forgotten.

Why are so many people touched by a traditional Jewish meal? The food has a special taste that can only be found in the Jewish kitchen prepared with tenderness. Around the table people sit and speak of prayer, Torah and customs, and at times the old melodies stir the yearnings for something long forgotten. The stories touch the heart and soul of everyone around the table.

If being Jewish is merely a religion, a combination of prayers, rituals and customs, it will wither. If is a way of life, then it can flourish and lead to growth. Jewish people have a long history of different traditions, food, rituals, prayers and stories from all over the world, but one idea endures: Judaism is a dialogue, not a human monologue addressed to an indifferent universe.

We are all bound by the mitzvahs of relationships to the Holy One, blessed be He, to other human beings, and especially to all that G-d has created. As people gather and share a meal all these relationships come together and a holy atmosphere is created. In each generation, the ancient and blessed conversation—the dialogue that is Judaism—continues.

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It is told of a Jewish woman who carefully prepared food for each meal for Shabbos and Yom Tov with such holiness that if you ate the food she cooked, you left the table healed.

“In our earlier days, people would carefully plan for the special meals in such a way that they would have enough food for themselves and for some guests on Shabbos and Yom Tov. One week, a holy woman was cooking on Friday for Shabbos (the Sabbath) when a drunkard knocked on the door and was invited in. He was smelling of alcohol, but he said to the woman, ‘I’m starving. Do you have anything to eat? Who knew how long he had been without food? Besides, when someone says he’s starving, how can you not feed him? So she gave him from the food she’d prepared for all the Shabbos meals. After finishing what she gave him, he asked, ‘Is there more?’ Each time, he ate whatever was put before him and asked for more, until she said, ‘There’s not a crumb left.’ She gave him every¬thing she had prepared for all the Shabbos meals. She gave him everything gently and respectfully, because she was doing a great mitzvah (a good deed). She didn’t judge him by how he looked or for his crude be-havior, for who knows what troubles he had had?

“Then this drunkard did something unusual. He asked, ‘Can I speak with your husband?’ The woman went and spoke to her husband and told him about the drunkard’s request. The husband agreed to see him. When he came in, he no longer smelled, and he didn’t appear drunk. In fact, his face was glowing, and the husband realized at once that this was Eliyahu haNovi (Elijah the Prophet).

He explained, “I only came here to bless your wife. Her kindness has made a great impression in heaven. But we wanted to give her a final test to see if she was worthy of the great blessing we have in store for her. She passed the test.”

What was the great blessing one may ask? It was the blessing of healing. That is why the food the holy woman prepared and served healed whoever ate it.”

Food that is prepared and served with love can heal the sick and revive the weary. The holy woman’s food, offered with such self-sacrifice, contained a heavenly blessing. This quality is not unique to this tzaddekes (holy woman).

There are other stories in which the healing powers of a holy woman come through the food she serves. And many women who prepare and serve food to their family put in their healing love as a main ingredient.

The holiness of Jewish women is hidden within their daily actions in cooking, giving tzedakah (acts of charity) and many ither mitzvahs. King David reminded us when he wrote, “kol k’voda bas melech p’nima, “(all the glory of a princess is within. (Psalm 45:14).”

Holy Women

Shabbosdike Stuffed Chicken Quarters

2-3 lbs Chicken quarters

1 stalk celery chopped

1 egg

1/8 tsp pepper

1 Cup Water or broth

1 Cup Farfel

1 sm to med onion finely chopped

2 Tbs oil or shmaltz

½ tsp salt

1 tsp garlic powder

1 tsp Thyme

2 tsp Parsley

1 tsp Rosemary

½ tsp Paprika

½ tsp Sage

Spices for Chicken

  • Preheat oven 350 degrees

  • Sauté onion and celery in oil or

  • Add spices and cook a few minutes longer

  • Stir in farfel

  • Beat egg with water or broth

  • Add to farfel

  • Let stuffing rest for 5 to 15 minutes

  • Loosen skin on the chicken

  • Spoon the stuffing under the skin and return the skin to its original position

  • Put in pan – skin side up

  • Brush with oil and season to taste

  • Bake covered 30 minutes

  • Remove cover and bake until skin is golden brown (30 to 45 minutes)

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