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Rosh Hashanah Cholent (Stew) – A Story and Recipe

Posted on Thursday, 17, September, 2020Thursday, 21, September, 2023 by Rabbi

The story is told of a simple Jewish innkeeper who kept an inn on a distant crossroads many weeks’ journey from the nearest Jewish community, who one year decided to make the trip to the Jewish community for Rosh Hashanah.

When he entered the shul (synagogue) on Rosh Hashanah morning, it was already packed with worshippers, and the service was well underway. Scarcely knowing which way to hold the Machzor (holiday prayer book), he draped his tallis over his head and stood against the back wall where no one would notice him.

Hours passed. Hunger was beginning to gnaw at his insides, but the impassioned sounds of prayer around him showed no signs of lessening. Visions of the sumptuous holiday meal awaiting him at his lodgings made his eyes water in pain. What was taking so long? Haven’t we prayed enough? Still the service stretched on.

Suddenly, as the chazzan (cantor) reached a particularly stirring passage, the entire congregation burst into tears. Why is everyone weeping? Wondered the innkeeper. Then it dawned on him. Of course! They, too, are hungry. They, too, are thinking of the elusive meal and endless service. With a new surge of self-pity he gave vent to his anguish; a new wail joined the others as he, too, cried from the depths of his heart.

But after a while the crying let up, finally quieting to a sprinkling of exceptionally pious worshippers. The hungry innkeeper’s hopes soared, but the prayers went on and on. Why have they stopped crying? He wondered. Are they no longer hungry?

Then he remembered the cholent. What a cholent he had waiting for him! Everything else his wife had prepared for the holiday meal paled in comparison to that cholent. He fondly remembered the juicy chunk of meat she had put into the cholent when she set it on the fire the previous afternoon. The innkeeper knew one thing about cholent: the longer it cooks, the more enjoyable the cholent. He’d looked under the lid on his way to shul this morning, when the cholent had already been going for many hours. It smelled so good. Give it another few hours, and ahhhh. . . A few hours of aching feet and a hollow stomach are a small price to pay considering what was developing under that lid with each passing minute.

Obviously, that’s what his fellow worshippers are thinking, as well. They, too, have a cholent simmering on their stovetop. No wonder they’ve stopped crying. Let the service go on, he consoled himself, the longer the better.

And on the service went. His stomach felt like raw leather, his knees grew weak with hunger, his head throbbed in pain, his throat burned with suppressed tears. But whenever he felt that he simply could not hold out a moment longer, he thought of his cholent, imagining what was happening to that piece of meat at that very moment: the steady blending of flavors with the potatoes, barley, kishke and spices in the pot. Every minute longer, he kept telling himself, is another minute on the fire for my cholent.

An hour later, the cantor launched into another exceptionally moving piece. As his tremulous voice painted the awesome scene of divine judgment unfolding in the heavens, the entire shul broke down weeping once again. At this point, the dam burst in this simple Jewish innkeeper’s heart, for he well understood what was on his fellow worshippers’ minds. “Enough is enough!” he sobbed. “Never mind the cholent! Hashem forgive everyone for their weaknesses and untoward behavior. It’s been such a long time, shower the world with blessings and let us go home.

At last the service was over and the simple innkeeper joined his wife and enjoyed the Rosh Hashanah cholent.

Rosh Hashanahdike Zisseh Kartofl Cholent

Ingredients:

2 medium onions, chopped

1 cup barley

2-4 cloves garlic, minced

½ tbs coarse black pepper

olive oil (for sautéing)

1.5 lb. boneless shank, flanken or the kosher meat of your choice cut into  pieces

2 tbsp. salt

4 medium potatoes, peeled and chopped

2 sweet potato, peeled and chopped

2 tbs . paprika

2 tbs honey

1 lb kishka

Directions:

  1. Sauté the onions in oil until golden. Add the meat and brown on all sides.

  2. Add the potatoes, barley and sweet potatoes.

  3. Transfer the meat and onions to a crockpot

  4. In 1 cup of water mix honey and spices.  Cover with water.

  5. Wrap the kishka in foil and set on top of cholent

  6. Turn the crockpot onto before Rosh Hashanah begins, set the heat to low. Cook on low heat overnight.

  7. On Rosh Hashanah, remove the crockpot insert from the heating element before you open it and serve.

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The Great Feast

Posted on Friday, 11, September, 2020Tuesday, 20, September, 2022 by Rabbi

Once an old traveler met a group of children in the marketplace who were hungry and sad.

“What is the matter, little ones?” asked the old traveler.

“We wanted to have a special meal for Shabbos!” answered the oldest child.

“Yes, that would be an oneg (delight)” said the old traveler.

“But we only one piece of bread!” said a red haired child.

“And it is a very small piece of bread!” said another child who felt he had a right to speak.

“Not big enough for even one of us!” girl noted.

All the children became quiet as they looked at the piece of bread with large eyes, and their mouths went up in the middle and down at the sides.

“Well,” said the old traveler, “suppose we have the feast just the same! I think we can manage it.”

He broke the cookie into four pieces, and gave one piece to the littlest child.

“See!” he said. “This is a piece of roast chicken. It was golden brown and crispy as could be, and small mountain of mashed potato; it must be a volcano, it smokes so. Do you see?”

“Yes!” said the littlest one; and his mouth went down in the middle and up at the corners.

The Old traveler gave a piece of bread to the next child.

“Here,” he said, “is a little pie! Outside, as you see, it is brown and crusty, with a wreath of pastry leaves round the edge and in inside of it is chicken, carrots and potatoes surrounded by a special gravy. Have you ever seen such a pie?”

“Never I did!” said the child.

“Now here,” said the old traveler to the third child, “is steaming golden soup. See how thick it is and how it smells so good. The steam rises to the very heavens.

“So it is!” exclaimed the third child.

Then the old traveler gave the last piece of bread to the oldest child.

“My friend” he said. “Just look! Here is lekach (honey cake). Look at the nuts on the and inside there are raisins, and great slices of apple. It is the most enjoyable cake I’ve ever had. “Now, when I clap my hands and count one, two, three, you must eat the feast all up. One—two—three!”

So the children ate the special meal for Shabbos all up.

“There!” said the old traveler. “Did ever you see such a special meal for Shabbos?”

“No, never we did!” said all the children together.

“But you didn’t have any!” said the oldest child..

“Oh, yes!” said the old traveler. “I had a little of everything.”

One of the children asked, “I wonder who the old traveler was?”

The oldest child smiled, “Maybe he was Eliyahu haNovi.”

Kosher Chicken Recipe

Homemade Chicken and Biscuits

Ingredients

    For the Chicken

2 – 3 lbs chicken pieces (bone-in) (legs and thighs work nicely)

3 cups chicken broth

1 small onion (chopped)

1/2 teaspoon dried leaf thyme

1/4 teaspoon ground black pepper

4 tablespoons margarine/shmaltz

1/4 cup all-purpose flour

1 to 1 1/2 cups frozen peas (cooked; or peas and carrots)

Dash salt (or to taste)

Dash pepper (or to taste)

For the Biscuits

2 cups all-purpose flour

1 tablespoon baking powder

3/4 teaspoon salt

1 – 2 teaspoons sugar

2 tablespoons fresh parsley (chopped)

1/2 cup Olive Oil

¼ cup Water

Prepare the Chicken

Put the chicken in a large saucepan with the chicken broth, onion, thyme, and pepper. Bring to a boil.

Reduce heat to low, cover, and continue cooking at a low simmer for 25 to 30 minutes, until the chicken is cooked through and no longer pink.

Remove the chicken from the broth; reserve the broth and set aside.

Grease an 8 or 9-inch baking dish or spray it with nonstick cooking spray.

Heat the oven to 375 F.

Put the chicken in the baking dish.

Sprinkle the cooked peas or peas and carrots over the chicken in the baking dish.

In a saucepan over medium heat, melt the margarine/shmaltz.

Stir in the flour and cook, stirring, for 1 to 2 minutes.

Gradually add the 2 cups of chicken broth and continue cooking until thickened, stirring frequently. Taste and add salt and pepper, as needed.

Pour the sauce over the chicken and vegetables in the baking dish.

Prepare the Biscuits

In a large bowl, whisk the flour with the baking powder, 3/4 teaspoon of salt, sugar, and parsley. Blend well.

With a fork, stir in oil and water until moistened.

Drop biscuit dough over the hot chicken and sauce mixture in the baking dish.

Bake the chicken and biscuits until browned, about 20 to 30 minutes.

May all your tales end with Shalom (peace)

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The Widow’s Apples

Posted on Thursday, 3, September, 2020Thursday, 5, October, 2023 by Rabbi

“Rabbi, holy rabbi, have mercy on me! Please, give me some money so I can have something to eat for myself and my children on Shabbos!” With these words, the woman who had burst into the rabbi’s house broke out into tears. “I don’t have a penny to buy food for my orphan children!”

“Why didn’t you come yesterday,” said the holy rabbi, “when I was giving tzedakah (charity) to all the poor people for Shabbos? Today, I don’t have even a copper coin to give you!”

”I’ve never taken money from anybody,” the woman said, “but today I had to come to you. I have a stand in the marketplace, not far from here, where I sell apples. With the money I make, I’m barely able to support myself and my children. Yesterday morning, with the little money I had, I bought a basket of apples from a peasant. I was hoping to earn enough money to buy something to eat for Shabbos. But rabbi, no one bought my apples. They say they’re no good!”

“No good!” cried the rabbi.” Chas v’chalila (Heaven forbid) someone would say that Hashem’s apples are no good? What do they mean?”

“Rabbi,” she pleaded, “I call out: ‘Apples, apples, delicious apples that have a taste like the Garden of Eden.’ But they say the apples are bad!”

The rabbi asked the poor woman where her stand was in the marketplace and told her to go back there, promising her that she would have money for what she needed for Shabbos.

A few minutes later, the buyers in the market saw that the holy rabbi was at the widow’s apple stand calling out loudly, “kum’t arein geshmak sheynim epls far Shabbos koidesh! Epls far farkoyf! kumen aun koyfn!” (Come around. Delicious, beautiful apples for the holy Shabbos! Apples for sale! Come and buy!)”

When people heard that the holy rabbi of the town was selling apples, a crowd quickly gathered at the widow’s stand. Everyone wanted to buy apples from the rabbi. In only a few minutes, all the apples were sold.

“Do you see?” said the rabbi to the woman, as he gave her the profits, “A word fitly spoken is like apples of gold in a setting of silver.” (Proverbs 25:11) the rabbi continued, “May you be blessed with gold and silver from the apples you sell and may your children grow strong like apple trees and always act with kindness and sweetness.”

Waldorf Salad Recipe

Ingredients

½ cup mayonnaise

 

3 medium Granny Smith/Green apples — cored, and chopped

1 tablespoon white sugar

 

1 cup thinly sliced celery

1 teaspoon lemon juice

 

½ cup chopped walnuts

⅛ teaspoon salt

 

½ cup raisins

Note: ½ cup dried Cranberries or dried cherries can be used in place of raisins

Directions

In a medium bowl, whisk together the mayonnaise, sugar, lemon juice, and salt.

Stir in the apples, celery, walnuts, and raisins.

Chill until ready to serve.

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Farfel: Put the Past Behind You

Posted on Friday, 28, August, 2020Thursday, 24, August, 2023 by Rabbi

The Talmud says that Shabbos is “a semblance of Olam Haba,” a taste of the delight of the World to Come. Certainly, this refers to something that is incomparably greater than the physical delights we experience.

The Midrash cites the phrase in Genesis (2:1): “And the heaven and earth were completed,” and comments that it is with the onset of Shabbos everything in Creation had been completed and not even the slightest thing was lacking, so should a person feel when Shabbos arrives: everything is complete, there is nothing lacking. There is not the slightest carryover of concern from the previous week. Nothing in one’s life is lacking, not even the slightest thing, just as G-d’s creation was totally complete.

We may have some difficulty in imagining so blissful a state, but if we could achieve it, it would indeed be “a semblance of Olam Haba.” Our minds would then be free for total devotion to spiritual pursuits.

Although a person should always have an attitude of teshuvah, Shabbos is a particularly favorable time for forgiveness. The Talmud says that if a person observes Shabbos properly, all his sins are forgiven (Koheles Rabbah 4). Inasmuch as a person receives an additional soul (neshamah yeseirah) on Shabbos, it is appropriate that one cleanse oneself of all one’s wrongdoings in preparation for this enhanced kedushah (holiness).

To assist in experiencing this heavenly feeling, a farfel stuffing was served on Friday night, and would be referred to it as “Teshuvah Farfel.” The Yiddish word farfallen means “it is in the past, over and done with.” As the farfel stuffing was served, people would say, “Whatever was until now is farfallen,” as a reminder that we should now put the entire past behind us and not bring any concerns of the workweek into Shabbos.

In this month before Rosh Hashanah, let us hope that all can do teshuvah and be forgiven of sins. Each Shabbos brings the hope that all is farfallen – it is in the past, over and done with – so each week we start anew.

Forgiveness Food

Teshuvah Farfel Stuffing

INGREDIENTS

2 large onions, diced

½ pound mushrooms, sliced

3-4 table spoons olive oil or shamltz

garlic cloves, minced

½ teaspoon turmeric

2 celery ribs, thinly sliced

1 teaspoon cumin

1 pound matzo farfel

1 tablespoons fresh oregano

2 cups chicken broth/vegetable broth

1 teaspoon rubbed sage

2 eggs

1 teaspoon paprika

Kosher salt

¼ teaspoon pepper

Freshly ground black pepper

PREPARATION

1. Preheat oven to 350°F. Grease a 9 x 13inch casserole dish.

2. Sauté onions in a large sauté pan lightly coated olive oil/shmaltz, over medium-high heat, until medium brown and very soft.

3. Add mushrooms to the pan and a bit more olive oil/shmaltz. Add spices and continue to sauté

4. Add celery and garlic to the pan and continue to cook for 3 to 5 minutes until celery begins to soften.

5. Transfer vegetables to greased pan. Add matzo farfel, broth, and slightly beaten eggs. Stir to combine. Cover with foil and bake at 350°F for 30 minutes. Uncover and bake 15 minutes more until lightly browned, or cool completely and freeze for up to 1 month.

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The Shalom Bayis Kugel and Recipe

Posted on Thursday, 20, August, 2020Tuesday, 20, September, 2022 by Rabbi

A husband and wife came to holy rabbi. They’d had a big argument and said very hurtful things to one another. They were both angry and sad and wanted a divorce.

“My wife,” complained the man, “every week she makes for Shabbos a delicious kugel. I love that kugel! All week I work very hard, just to enjoy that kugel! When I just think of that kugel, my mouth starts watering . . . But what does this foolish woman do to me? She torments me! After I recite the kiddush, do I get the kugel? No-o-o-o. First, she serves the gefilte fish. Then the soup. Then the chicken. And the potatoes. Then a couple of other dishes, and then I’m full; I can’t possibly take one more bite. Then she brings in the kugel! Now, shouldn’t I divorce her?”

The husband went on to say lot more that people normally don’t say in front of a rabbi.

The wife explained that in her parents’ home, it was always done this way. She wouldn’t budge.

So the holy rabbi decided that from now on, she should make two kugels: one to be eaten right after kiddush, and one to serve after the fish and the soup and the chicken and the potatoes. The couple left, reconciled.

From that day on, the holy rabbi always had two kugels at his Shabbos table—one right after kiddush, and another one after the main course. They called it the Shalom Bayis (“peace in the home”) kugel.

Vegetable Kugel

Vegetable Kugel Recipe

Ingredients:

2 large onions, diced

4 carrots, shredded

3-4 Tablespoons oil or shmaltz

8 eggs

4 stalks celery, diced

salt to taste

2 green peppers, diced

pepper to taste

4 stalks celery, diced

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

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

 

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

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

May all your tales end with Shalom (peace)

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The Bloodless Challah and a Bread Machine Challah Recipe

Posted on Thursday, 13, August, 2020Tuesday, 20, September, 2022 by Rabbi

The holy rabbi kept an open house. All travelers were welcome. No one in need was ever turned away. One Friday, a non-Jewish beggar came in and asked for a piece of bread. The holy rabbi’s wife had only whole challahs in the house at that moment – challah that she had just baked l’koved Shabbos (in honor of Shabbos). She did not want to cut into one of these special challahs, but her husband urged, “Cut the challah, blood won’t come from it.”

The holy rabbi kept an open house. All travelers were welcome. No one in need was ever turned away. One Friday, a non-Jewish beggar came in and asked for a piece of bread. The holy rabbi’s wife had only whole challahs in the house at that moment – challah that she had just baked l’koved Shabbos (in honor of Shabbos). She did not want to cut into one of these special challahs, but her husband urged, “Cut the challah, blood won’t come from it.”

She did as her husband asked, and gave the non-Jewish beggar as much bread as he wanted to satisfy his hunger.

Sometime later, the holy rabbi had to travel along the road through a forest. He was lost in thought and was amazed at the beauty of the forest. There, he was surrounded and seized by a gang of robbers who took away everything he had. Then they marched him to their leader, who would decide whether or not to kill him.

The leader of the robber gang turned out to be the very same man to whom the holy rabbi’s wife had fed her challah! He recognized the rabbi at once, and told his men, “This holy rabbi kept me alive. Do not harm him in the least – and return everything that you have taken from him!”

The robbers did as they were ordered, and the holy rabbi was allowed to leave in peace.

When he returned home, he told his wife of his adventure and concluded by reminding her, “As I told you: ‘Cut the challah, blood won’t come from it.'”

 

 

 

Bread Machine Challah

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

 

3 1/2 cups bread flour

3-4 Tablespoons white sugar

 

1 Tablespoon yeast or 1 packet of yeast

4 Tablespoons olive oil or avocado oil

 

1 egg, beaten

1 ½ teaspoons salt

 

1-2 tablespoon water

Directions

Place liquid ingredients into pan of the bread machine

Combine dry ingredients and then add to the liquid in the Bread Machine pan

Select Dough cycle; press Start.

After the machine is done, take the dough out, and place it on a very lightly floured board, punch the dough down, and let rest for 5 minutes.

Divide the dough in half. Then divide into 4 equal pieces, roll into ropes about 12 to 14 inches, and braid into a loaf. Do the same with the remaining other half. Gently put the loaves on a greased cookie sheet or bread pans, mist with water, and let rise for 1 to 1 1/2 hours in a warm, draft free place, until double in size.

Preheat oven to 350 degrees F (175 degrees C). In a small bowl, beat together 1 egg and 1 tablespoon water.

Brush risen loaves with egg mixture. Bake in preheated oven for about 20 to 25 minutes. If it begins to brown too soon, cover with foil.

 

 

 

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The Prayer of the Simple Wine Maker

Posted on Thursday, 6, August, 2020Tuesday, 20, September, 2022 by Rabbi

Yosef the merchant, the wealthy merchant, was walking past the old wooden shul (synagogue) when he heard sad crying coming from the open shul window. Forgetting where he was headed, he rushed inside and was startled to find Dovid, a sincere but unlearned man, standing in the center of the room, his face red as he recited Psalms with such energy that tears soaked the small book held in his hands.

Dovid was considered a fine wine maker in the village. He was well known throughout the area, his wine — produced only in small batches and shared privately — was treasured as Kiddush wine. Perhaps he could have earned more if he were to sell large quantities, but Dovid enjoyed making and sharing wine that would be blessed and bless those who drank it.

This was the first time Yosef the merchant had seen Dovid pray with such feeling. When he reached the verse “My soul thirsts for You, my flesh longs for You,” his voice cracked, the words stuck in his throat. His body trembled with emotion and tears flowed unrestrained. Scrunching his face with concentration, Dovid uttered each word again and again. He appeared to be begging for his life.

“Ribbono Shel Olam – Master of the Universe!” he suddenly yelled. “Don’t let my family be hurt … Please, I beg of you!”

Rooted to the spot, Yosef the merchant watched in puzzled silence. And though it took some time, he waited till Dovid’s crying dwindled to sniffles before addressing him.

“Can you tell me what’s wrong?”

Dovid sighed weakly. “Less than an hour ago, I heard banging on my door and opened to a government official. Police, he told me, were on their way to raid my house. They’d received an anonymous report charging me with running an illegal wine business, and would arrest me if they found any evidence at all.”

“Who do you think told them?” asked Yosef the merchant.

“I suspect it’s the man who used to do small jobs around my house,” Dovid said with a sad expression. “We had a fierce argument over something not long ago. I ended up sending him out of my house. He swore revenge, and considering it an empty threat, I dismissed his words and forgot about the whole thing. It makes sense now. Since he knew my house pretty well and would certainly be able to make it look as if I have a whole wine business going.

“I recovered somewhat from the initial shock and managed to tell my wife the horrible news before running to the holy rabbi’s house to seek his advice and blessing. I was sorely distressed and saddened when they told me he wasn’t home. Apparently, he’s out of town. My head swirled. Without his prayers, what was left for me to do? So, I rushed to the shul to beg for G d’s mercy. If I am to go to jail, at least He should spare my wife and children. A jail sentence for a crime like this would be a very long one, indeed…”

As this took place, the police had been marching along to Dovid’s house.

Meanwhile, after he had slammed the door and disappeared in a panic, his wife hastily improvised a countermeasure of some sort. She brought in armfuls of straw from the yard and flung them down the steps leading to the tiny basement winery, sprinkling some around the door as well. Once everything was covered with straw, she bolted the basement door shut.

Moments after she had finished, she looked up to see the evil accuser leading the police almost pompously. All they had to do was follow the direction of his pointing finger and discover the wine. The seriousness of the situation, together with sheer terror, crashed down on her, and she felt overpowered. She hunkered in a dark corner of the house, muttering a prayer and hoping for the best.

The officers, their eyes scrutinizing the walls, trooped inside through the house and fanned out in a search. The accuser kept silent and watched the police search the house fruitlessly. With childlike impatience, he gestured toward the cellar door.

“Look over there! The wine’s just down that door,” he panted, eyes glinting maliciously.

The chief steeled his jaw, peeved at the interruption. “Quiet. Let the police do their job.”

The accuser’s shoulders sagged, his frustration mounting as he watched the officers overturning the house, steadily eliminating the potential hiding places, yet still failing to uncover traces of illicit wine manufacturing. House completely swept, nothing was left for them to do other than leave. When the accuser saw the officers turn towards the door, he once again failed to contain himself.

“The Jew is hiding his wine behind that door! I swear to you!”

The chief shot the angry accuser another smoldering look. He walked over to the door and opened it. At the sight of the straw strewn down the stairs, he erupted furiously.

“Don’t you know that straw interferes with fermentation?” the chief roared at the accuser, who winced with every word. “I’ve had enough of your lies. Do you seriously think the Jew would ruin his entire inventory of wine with straw?!”

When Yosef the merchant would retell this story, he emphasized, “Look how this simple Jewish wine maker instinctively reacted. When confronted with disaster, it never occurred to him to hire a lawyer or approach a public official. For him, it was either the holy rabbi or the shul!”

Pymet – Grape Mead

Small Batch – 1 gallon

1-3 lb honey

1 packet of wine wine yeast

Pure grape juice to make 1 gallon

Equipment:

1-gallon fermentation vessel

Method:

Sanitize your vessel (If you were to be using any tools — such as a funnel to get the ingredients into the vessel — you would want to sanitize them as well.)

Add honey and grape juice to your fermenter.

Pitch/add the yeast according to instructions.

Add yeast to the fermenter and mix well.

Make sure there is water in the airlock so you can monitor the bubbles (the visual bi-product of fermentation) escaping.

Wait approximately two to three months and your mead will be ready (the bubbles will have all but stopped). Depending on the type of yeast you use, it may take less or more time.

Aging the Pymet will improve the taste and body of the Mead-Wine

May all your tales end with Shalom (peace)

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The Rabbi Who Ate a Whole Pot of Cholent Himself

Posted on Thursday, 30, July, 2020Tuesday, 20, September, 2022 by Rabbi

The holy rabbi was once the honored Shabbos guest of one of the prominent citizens of the village. The custom in those parts was that the householder would pass the whole pot of cholent to his distinguished guest, who would be asked—by way of compliment, as if he were the host—to apportion the steaming Shabbos stew into the plates of the members of the family.

As the cholent was passed to him, the holy rabbi caught a whiff of it, tasted it, then tasted it again, and again—until bit by bit he finished it all, leaving nothing for the others at the table. Then he asked: “Is there perhaps a little more cholent?” And this, too, he finished, down to the last spoonful.

The host and his family were dumbfounded—but it was known that tzaddikim (holy people) see a spiritual mission in eating, revealing the sparks of sanctity that are hidden in the things of This World. Who would be so bold as to pretend to guess at the hidden things that tzaddikim relish…?

But some of his students were present, and in all the time they had known him they had never observed him serving his Maker in this manner. So they gathered up courage and after some time asked him to explain to them about the hidden things that he had delighted in in that cholent.

“I am sure I can trust you with the explanation,” he said. “By mistake, the maid in that household flavored the cholent with kerosene instead of vinegar. I could smell it and taste it. I gathered that if our host and hostess would find out, the defenseless girl would never hear the end of it, and possibly lose her job as well—and she’s a penniless orphan, poor thing. So I ate up the cholent, and let them think of me whatever they please. Why should an orphaned girl have to suffer shame and abuse?”

Shabbos Cholent

Shabbos Cholent

1/4 -1/2 cup navy beans 2 – 3 Tablespoons oil for sautéing
1/4 – 1/3 cup northern beans 1/3 – 1/2 cup barley
1/4-1/3 cup pinto beans 2-6 potatoes, cut into eighths
1/4 – 1/2 cup red kidney beans or 3 – 4 carrots sliced
1 cup cholent beans water for soaking
1 – 2 large onion, diced 2 lbs. breast flanken, chuck steak, or skirt steak
1 – 3 cloves garlic sliced 1 bay leaf
1 teaspoon oregano marrow bones (optional)
1 teaspoon rosemary 2-4 Tablespoons kosher salt
2 Tablespoons paprika boiling water to cover by 2″

 

1. Soak beans overnight in water to cover or place into a microwave dish, cover with boiling water by 2”, and microwave on high for 15 minutes. Drain.

2. In a 6-quart pot or crock-pot, sauté the onion and garlic in oil until golden.

3. Add all the ingredients to the pot and bring to a boil

4. If using a pot, lower heat and simmer until nearly Shabbos; then place on the blech to simmer through the night. If using a crock-pot, cook on low until ready to serve.

5. Before Shabbos, taste and adjust seasonings. If the water has been absorbed, add more water.

6. Cover and simmer until the daytime seudah.

NOTE: Cholent kugel, potato kugel or kishke can be placed into the pot.

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A Fish and a Guest for Shabbos by a Prayer

Posted on Friday, 24, July, 2020Thursday, 17, August, 2023 by Rabbi

“What a beautiful fish, I must buy it in honor of Shabbos (the Sabbath Day)!” exclaimed a Jewish woman excitedly to the maid who’d accompanied her to the marketplace. “How fortunate that we came nice and early this Friday.”

Because the fish was so large, it was very expensive, but she could well afford it. Her husband, a noted scholar and leader of the community, was also quite wealthy.

She herself was an exceptional woman. As the daughter of and granddaughter of holy rabbis, she well appreciated the delight and importance of a Torah atmosphere on Shabbos. Seeing her purchase energetically thrashing around in her basket, she joyfully thanked G d for enabling her to add to the beauty and holiness of the Shabbos table in such truly fine fashion.

That afternoon a carriage pulled up in front of their door, and a distinguished-looking man stepped out. No one knew who he was, but it was obvious from his appearance and his manners that here was a true Torah personality. Her husband welcomed him heartily, and with respect and deference invited him to stay for Shabbos.

The guest, who chose not to reveal his identity, definitely enjoyed Shabbos with his scholarly host in the luxurious setting, the whole time, night and day, he was nagged by a mystery. What was the reason for the amazing chain of events that led him to spend the Day of Rest so far from his home? Surely it was not just to have a pleasurable Shabbos. What was he supposed to accomplish here?

After Seuda Shelishis (the Third Meal on the Sabbath) the holy rabbi retired to his room to rest for a bit, but his feeling of unfulfilled purpose gave him no peace. He decided to do a shaalas chalom (“query by dream”). Before he lay down, he composed his mind carefully and focused on his query: “May Heaven inform me why I have been sent to this town. Where are the hidden sparks of holiness that I am supposed to elevate? What must I achieve?”

When he awoke, he had his answer. There is no special task for you to fulfill here, he was informed while he slept, nor anything to rectify. But on Friday morning the lady of the house had purchased a large fish in honor of Shabbos, and on her way home from the marketplace she had prayed: “Ribbono She Olam – Master of the Universe You granted me this beautiful fish in honor of Your holy Shabbos. Please also grant me a suitably pious and learned guest to enjoy this fish tonight.” As nobody in this generation is more worthy than you, you were “summoned” by Heaven to arrive here for Shabbos.

After havdalah and the melaveh malkah meal, therabbi made his departure. The host and his sons escorted him out to his carriage. Much to their surprise—and at change with accepted custom—their distinguished holy guest requested of them that they call the hostess out for the farewell too.

When she arrived, he said to her: “I was a great distance from here, but because of your prayer yesterday, I was compelled to travel all the way here to spend Shabbos with your family. Your prayers are powerful!”

Salmon Recipe
 

6 1/2″ slices salmon fillet

juice of 1 fresh lemon

1 medium-size onion, thickly sliced

1 teaspoon kosher salt

1 cup water

1/4 cup raisins

1 Tablespoon brown sugar

6 bay leaves

1 Tablespoon honey

12 whole allspice

  • Prepare the marinade. In a 4- or 5-quart pot, boil onion slices in one cup of water for 3 minutes. Add brown sugar, honey, salt, and lemon juice. Stir; after cooking one minute, taste and adjust ingredients as needed.

  • Let the marinade cool. Add the salmon fillets and refrigerate in the pot for 3 hours.

  • Remove the pot from the refrigerator. Bring to a slow boil. After 20 minutes, add raisins, bay leaves, and pickling spice. Cook 5 minutes longer; remove from heat. Remove bay leaves.

  • Serve immediately or at room temperature. Store the fish slices in the marinade. It will keep in the refrigerator for one week.

May all your tales end with Shalom (peace)

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