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Category: Holidays

The Magic Ingredient of Love

Posted on Thursday, 11, November, 2021Thursday, 14, December, 2023 by Rabbi

There is a special connection between the manna that fell in the desert during the 40 years of wandering and Shabbos. There is a mystical quality within our means that can affect how we taste our food – that quality is love.

The manna was an extraordinary gift from the Holy One, blessed be He as it is recorded that He said, “Even before I gave you the mitzvos (10 Commandments) I provided their reward, (Exodus 16:5) ‘On the sixth day, when they prepare (for the holy Sabbath Day) what they bring in, it will be twice as much as they gather on other days.”. (Mekhilta d’Rabbi Yishmael 19:2)

The very nature of the manna was unique to meet the tastes of every individual. We learn that, “Rabbi Yose bar Chanina said, “If you wonder about this thing, learn from the manna, as it would only come down according to the strength of each and every one of Israel: the young men would eat it like bread, as it is stated (Exodus 16:4), ‘Behold I will rain upon you bread from the skies, etc.’; the elders like a wafer in honey, as it is stated (Exodus 16:31), ‘and its taste was like wafers made with honey’ the sucklings like the milk of it’s mother’s breast, as it is stated (Numbers 11:8), ‘and its taste, was like the taste of, etc.’; the sick ones like fine flour mixed with honey, as it is stated (Ezekiel 16:19), ‘And My bread that I gave you, fine flour and oil I fed you’; and the idolaters tasted it bitter and coriander, as it is stated (Numbers 11:7), ‘And the manna was like coriander seed.’ “(Midrash Exodus Rabbah 5:9) The Holy One, blessed be He prepared the people with the physical and spiritual energy to receive the Torah as they stood at the foot of Mount Sinai, Rabbi Yose bar Rabbi Chanina further said, “And since the manna which was one type switched to many types because of the need of each and every one, all the more so, the voice that had strength in it would change for each and every one, so that that they would not be injured, as it is stated (Exodus 20:18), ‘And all the people saw the voices.’” (Midrash Exodus Rabbah 5:9)

There was a man in the village who always seemed to be in good spirits. When Friday came he seemed to be surrounded by a holy light. Many would ask, “How can such a poor man be so happy?” Others wondered, “Is he so spiritual a person that his face should shine in this manner?”

In the village was a student who watched the poor man, who appeared to have no worries. One Friday evening, as the sun was setting and Shabbos was about to begin, he decided to follow him home and maybe learn the secret of the poor man’s cheerfulness.

The man entered a small hut with a battered old door and greeted his wife with a hearty “Good Shabbos!” Looking through the window, the young student saw very little furniture that reflected the poverty of the household. A wooden table was covered with a plain white cloth, and the two candles shed a warm glow. The man sang Shalom Aleichem, welcoming the angels to bring peace into his house for Shabbos. He looked at his wife, dressed in a plain blue dress with a lace collar, and smiled. He then sang Eishes Chayil (a Woman of Valor – Proverbs 31: 10-31). His wife seemed to be surrounded by a special light – the Shabbos Kallah (bride). Then he said to his wife, “Please bring the special wine.”

The wife brought two loaves of course, dark bread. He washed his hands and recited the proper blessing, then chanted the Kiddush – the blessing recited to sanctify the Sabbath Day. (If one has no wine, one may recite the Kiddush on bread.) After he ate some of the bread and offered some to his wife, he said, “We have never yet had such a fine wine! Can you please bring in the fish?”

Moments later, the wife served him a small portion of beans. “Mm!” he exclaimed, smacking his lips. “This fish is unusually delicious.” He sang a Shabbos song and said, “I’m ready for the soup.” The wife appeared with another dish of beans. The man complimented his wife, “This soup is exceptionally good.” He sang another Shabbos song and asked, “Can we have the roast meat and tzimmis?” His wife brought in a steaming dish. “How wonderful the roast meat and tzimmis are,” he said with a smile.

The young student reflected on all he had seen and heard, thinking, “The generation that wandered in the desert had the manna, a food from heaven, in which they could taste anything they wished. This man’s love for the Holy One, blessed be He, for Shabbos, and for his wife have enabled him to reach a level of spirituality so lofty that he can taste the finest delicacies in the simplest of foods.”

Is such a level of spirituality attainable? It is, but few realize the blessing as it is written, “Yet he commanded the skies above, and opened the doors of heaven; He rained down on them manna to eat and gave them the grain of heaven. People ate of the bread of angels; he sent them food in abundance.” (Psalm 78: 23-25)

May we all experience the love and joy that comes with Shabbos.

Tzimmes

Tzimmes

2 sweet potatoes cut into thin slices

½ cup packed brown sugar

2 potatoes cut into thin slices

1 tablespoon ground cinnamon

2 medium carrots, cut into 1/2-inch slices

2 teaspoons ginger

2 Granny Smith Apples

¼ teaspoon cloves

2 Granny Smith Apples,sliced

¼ teaspoon nutmeg

1/2 Cup Golden Raisins

1/8 – 1/4 teaspoon kosher salt

½ to ¾ cup orange juice

1/8-1/4 teaspoon pepper

1 cup water

5-8 tablespoons margarine or shmaltz

½ cup honey

1. Preheat oven to 350°.

2. Grease a baking dish or Dutch oven

3. In a bowl, combine sweet potatoes, carrots and apples. Combine orange juice, water, honey, brown sugar, 1- 2 tablespoons margarine or shmaltz and spices; mix into vegetables.

4. Cover and bake for 2 hours or longer. Uncover; dot with remaining margarine or shmaltz.

5. After first hour, uncover and stir every 2o minute to prevent sticking.

6. Vegetables should be tender and sauce is thickened when done

L'kovod Shabbos

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A Teacher’s Forty-Three Rubles

Posted on Wednesday, 31, March, 2021Tuesday, 20, September, 2022 by Rabbi

A holy rabbi took a position as a teacher in a distant town. He lived that winter in a Jewish-owned inn. In those days it was normal for a teacher not to see his family from Rosh Hashanah to Passover (September to April).

That winter was particularly bitter. Snowstorms with fierce winds caused the snow to fall so heavily that one could not see where they were going. The weather was so bad it stopped travel for over a week. One afternoon, a knock was heard at the door. The innkeeper opened the door and found three half frozen Polish peasants requesting a place to stay. He asked if they had the ability to pay and found that their combined funds were not enough for even one night’s stay. The innkeeper closed the door on them. The teacher was shocked. When he complained to the innkeeper, the innkeeper merely shrugged and responded, “Do you want to undertake their expenses?” Much to the innkeeper’s surprise, the teacher agreed.

The peasants thanked the holy rabbi and proceeded to enjoy themselves at his expense. That storm was particularly brutal and the peasants remained in the inn for two weeks. After the snow cleared enough for passage, they thanked the teacher for his kindness and generosity and then left the inn to continue their journey.

Passover approached and the holy rabbi went to settle his account. The innkeeper figured he owed the teacher 40 rubles for teaching his children, but the teacher owed him 43 rubles for taking in the peasants. The innkeeper wished him a Happy Passover and said he could bring the three rubles upon his return after the holiday.

Passover Story

The teacher did not know what to say. He bid his employer farewell and left. He traveled to his village, but could not bring himself to go home. He stopped into one of the local synagogues, opened a holy book and immersed himself in study. In the meantime, his son heard that his father was in town and went looking for him. He found his father in the shul (synagogue).

The young boy ran to his father and with great emotion and begged his father to come home. He wanted to show his father his new Passover shoes and clothes and all the other things his mother had bought (on credit). This made the father only feel worse. As they walked home a carriage came rumbling through the streets. The streets of that village were very narrow and people were forced into alleyways to avoid being trampled. As the coach passed by the two, it hit a bump and a parcel fell off the back.

The holy rabbi picked it up and began running after the coach, but was unable to get the coachman’s attention. The coach turned a corner and disappeared. The holy rabbi, seeing no distinguishing marks on the bag (according to Torah law, in such a situation it may be presumed that the owner would relinquish all hope of its recovery, and the lost object may be kept by the finder), and realizing that there was no possible way for him to locate the owner, opened the parcel. Inside were exactly 43 rubles.

The night of the seder, the young boy was given the job to open the door for Elijah the Prophet. When he opened the door, he called to his father, “Father, the coachman is here!” There was no one there. The holy rabbi pulled his son aside and told him that he must promise never to tell anyone this story until the very last day of his life. And so it was many many years later when the holy rabbi’s son was on his death bed, he told this story.

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Seeing Eliyahu haNovi

Posted on Tuesday, 30, March, 2021Tuesday, 20, September, 2022 by Rabbi

According to Jewish tradition, since Eliyahu haNovi (Elijah the Prophet) ascended into heaven alive and never died, he can return to earth to make visits. It is said that he mystically appears at two events: during the Passover seder and at a bris.

 

Toward the end of the seder, the door of the house is opened, because Passover night is said to be a time when Jewish people have miraculous protection from their enemies. According to tradition, Eliyahu haNovi enters then to drink wine from the kos shel Eliyahu – a special cup set out for him on the table.

Eliyahu haNovi, who strengthened the spirit of the Jewish people, also visits every bris, and the sandak sits in the Chair of Elijah, holding on his lap the baby boy to be circumcised.

Elijah the Prophet

It once happened that a family was gathered around the seder table. The seder nights are a time of mystery and wonder as children ask questions and the adults answer them.

A little girl closed her eyes and said the Ma Nishtana (the Four Questions) and listened to every word the father and grandfather said that seder night.  When they opened the door to recite Shfoch hamascha, “Pour out Your wrath,” from the Haggadah, the little girl cried out, “Look at the old man who’s come!”

The next day, her grandfather asked the little girl what the old man had looked like — the one she had seen the night before. he pointed out some men walking along the street to her and asked, “Did he look like this man? Or that man?”

The little girl answered, “He was very, very handsome!”

A year later, the little girl’s mother gave birth to a baby boy. The little girl’s grandfather came to the bris. When they brought the baby into the synagogue, it was full of people. The little sister was also there, standing near her grandfather. Suddenly, pointing to where no one was standing, she called out, “Zadie, look there’s the old man again!”

Her grandfather bent over and whispered into the ear of his son “Our little girl has already had a revelation of Eliyahu haNovi twice!”

According to the mystic tradition, some Jewish mystics merited to see Eliyahu haNovi, who appears to them and teaches them many of the  secrets of the Torah. To even see or greet Eliyahu haNovi is considered a great honor and a sign of a great spiritual level. This little girl must have been very special — very pure and of great faith—to have had these two revelations of Eliyahu haNovi at the Passover seder and at her brother’s bris.

May all your tales end with Shalom (peace)

Pesach Passover

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Kishke and Teshuvah

Posted on Friday, 5, March, 2021Thursday, 11, January, 2024 by Rabbi

Two kings from neighboring kingdoms once met and shared a meal together. A state dinner with many delicacies was served. One of the items on the menu was kishke. Traditional kishke is actually the intestines of a kosher animal stuffed with matzah meal and oil/schmaltz/fat and all sorts of spices. It is a special dish on the Shabbos (Sabbath) table and many times served in cholent.

Kishke was served at the royal dinner and the visiting king loved it. He asked his host to send the recipe to his royal kitchen. The hosting king graciously promised to do so. After the visiting king’s departure the royal cooks wrote down the recipe and sent it by a special messenger to the neighboring king’s chefs.

The day finally came when the king was told that he would be served kishke at the dinner meal. He sat down hungrily. Out came a tray, but a foul odor came from the tray. The smell was almost overwhelming. With great anticipation the king took off the cover from his plate and took a bite. He immediately spat out the piece and ordered the tray removed and the kishke thrown away.

A letter of official protest was immediately dispatched to the king who sent the recipe. How dare he send a recipe for such a vile food! The king received the distressing letter and summoned his cooking staff for an explanation.

Initially, the royal kitchen staff was confused. They went over the recipe and could not find the problem. After quite some time and in a moment of inspiration, one of the junior cooks observed, “We told him how to stuff and spice the kishke, but we never realized that we needed to tell him to clean it out before he stuffs it!”

This story is about teshuva (repentance). Many people wanting to do teshuvah and change their lives begin to think more and more about ways to improve. They give tzedakah (charity), pray earnestly and do good deeds. Surely good deeds are important in the process of change. Teshuvah/repentance is best when a person takes an honest assessment of oneself in order to correct any areas in their behavior that need fixing. Otherwise even with all of the spices (good deeds) in the world, a person may remain a stinking kishke…

Kishke Kishka

KISHKE

This is a versatile recipe. If using oil, the Kishke is pareve. If using shmaltz, the Kishke is fleishig. For Pesach/Passover delete the flour and use only matzah meal. For Pesach/Passover one could use ¾ cup of cake meal and ¾ cup of matzah meal

INGREDIENTS

2 stalks celery with leaves, chopped

½ cup vegetable oil or shmaltz

1 carrot, grated

1 1/2 cups whole wheat flour or matzah meal

1 large onion, chopped

2 teaspoons paprika

1 teaspoon salt

½ teaspoon ground pepper

DIRECTIONS

Blend all ingredients except the flour/matzah meal and paprika in the blender. Do not blend too smooth: a coarse texture will make a more interesting kishke.

When blended, add the flour/matzah meal and paprika. Spoon half of the mixture onto a large piece of heavy duty aluminum foil. Shape like a cylinder. Fasten the foil securely at the top and the sides. Do the same with the other half of the mixture.

Place both rolls on a baking sheet (there might be some leakage). Bake in a 350-degree F. oven for 45 minutes. Carefully turn the kishke rolls over (to prevent burning on one side) and bake for approximately 45 minutes more. If additional browning is desired, turn the kishke rolls over once again and open the foil a bit. Remove the foil, slice, and serve.

Essen Gezunteheit

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Soup for the Poor

Posted on Friday, 5, February, 2021Tuesday, 20, September, 2022 by Rabbi

There was a poor but pious little girl who lived alone with her widowed mother, and they ate very little during the week. Shabbos was coming and the little girl wished for something special to eat on the holy day. She went into the forest with a prayer on her lips where she met a strange old woman. The old woman was gathering herbs and she knew what troubled the little girl. She called to the little girl and gave her a little pot, which when she said, “Kleyna tawp Kuchen (Little pot, cook),” would cook good, savoury Mushroom Barley soup, and when she said, “Kleyna tawp halt’n (little pot, stop),” it stopped cooking.

The girl took the pot home to her mother, and now they were freed from their poverty and hunger, and ate the savoury soup as often as they chose.

One time when the girl had gone out, her mother said, “Kleyna tawp Kuchen.” The little pot cooked, and she ate until she was full, and then she wanted the pot to stop cooking, but did not know the word. So it went on cooking and the soup rose over the edge of the pot, and still it cooked on until the kitchen and whole house were full, and then the next house, and then the whole street, just as if it wanted to satisfy the hunger of the whole world. No one knew how to stop it. At last when only one single house remained, the child came home and just said, “Kleyna tawp halt’n,” and it stopped cooking, and anyone who was in need gratefully ate some of the savoury Mushroom Barley Soup.

Mushroom Barley Soup

Hearty Mushroom Barley Soup (Pareve or Meat)

INGREDIENTS

1 1/2 cups water

1 large clove garlic (peeled and finely chopped)

1/2 cup pearl barley

1 pound fresh mushrooms (cleaned, trimmed, and sliced)

1/4 cup extra-virgin olive oil

6 cups vegetable broth or chicken stock (storebought or homemade)

1 medium onion (peeled, trimmed, and finely chopped)

1 carrot (peeled, trimmed, and chopped into small dice)

1 celery stalk (trimmed and finely chopped)

Kosher or sea salt and black pepper to taste

 

DIRECTIONS

Sauté the Vegetables: While the barley cooks, warm the olive oil in a stockpot or large Dutch oven set over medium-high heat. Add the onion, carrot, and celery, and sauté until the onions are soft and translucent about 5 to 7 minutes. Add the garlic and sauté 1 minute more. Add the mushrooms and cook uncovered, sautéing occasionally, until the mushrooms release their juices and turn soft, about 5 minutes more.

Add water to the sautéed vegetables (or chicken stock to the pot) raise the heat and bring to a boil. Add the barley to the pot. Reduce the heat to low and simmer, partially covered, for about 60 t0 90 minutes. Season to taste with salt and pepper if desired.

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Have You Eaten Tamir’s Dates?

Posted on Thursday, 21, January, 2021Tuesday, 20, September, 2022 by Rabbi

Once in the Holy Land a man named Tamir lived in a house that stood on the road to Jerusalem. The house was made of stone, because Tamir loved all growing things and did not want to damage the trees in the forest.

One year, in honor of Chamishah Asar b’Shevat, Tamir planted a date palm in his garden. The years passed, and the tree grew so tall that it cast a delightful shade all about it. Tamir put a table and wooden benches under the tree. Whenever someone passed his house on the way to Jerusalem, Tamir invited him to rest under the tree and offered them food and drink. The tree was very similar to the ancient eishel which invited travelers to Achila (“eat”), Shtiya (“drink”), and L’vaya (escort).

After each guest had eaten, he would pay Tamir for the meal. When the guest was not looking, the righteous man put the money back into the traveler’s sack. When the guests left, the birds came down from the tree and ate the crumbs that remained on the table.

One day an old and ancient man came down the road, and Tamir invited him to rest and dine. When the meal was finished the old and ancient man left money on the table for the food. Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed that his kind host slipped it back into his sack. The old and ancient man was very moved. He said to Tamir, “Because of your kindness you will be blessed. No matter where you and your chil­dren may be, you shall always eat the fruit of your date tree under which travelers enjoy your hos­pitality.”

It takes a long time for a date tree to bear fruit, but at last, the first dates appeared. No sooner did Tamir and his children sit at the table to eat the dates, than the thunder of horses’ hooves was heard in the distance. Tamir ran out to the road. An army of invaders was storming towards Jerusalem. Tamir and his children, as well as thousands of other Israelites, were taken captive by the conquerors.

Tu biShvat

As the commander of the invading army was returning from Jerusalem to his own land, he passed Tamir’s house and saw the beautiful date tree. The king dismounted from his horse, plucked one of the dates, and ate it. He swallowed too quickly, and the pit stuck in his throat. The soldiers quickly bore their king to their own city where the doctors removed the pit and threw it out of the window.

The date pit took root and slowly grew. As it happened, Tamir’s children, now in exile, came to live in the house next to that very date tree. Each year, on Tu Bi-Shevat, they enjoyed the fruit of the tree, just as the stranger had foretold.

Tamir’s grandchildren left the land of the conquering king and went to other countries to live. Each took with him fruit of the date tree to plant beside his new home. Wherever their descendants settled, they continued to eat the fruit of the date tree.

The story was handed down from generation to generation. And when Jewish children ate dates on Tu Bi-Shevat, their parents often said to them, “Who knows? Perhaps you are one of Tamir’s descendants.”

Moroccan Date Olive Chicken

Moroccan Chicken with Honey, Dates and Olives

INGREDIENTS

1 large orange, thinly sliced

½ teaspoon cinnamon

6 large or 8 small bone-in, skin-on chicken thighs or one chicken, cut into 8 pieces

¼ cup olive oil

6 tablespoons chopped fresh parsley

½ cup red wine

8 garlic cloves, finely chopped

¼ cup balsamic vinegar or red wine vinegar

1 ½ teaspoons ground cumin, divided

2 tablespoons honey

½ teaspoon ginger

20 whole pitted dates

1 teaspoon paprika

10 large pitted green olives

¼ teaspoon turmeric

DIRECTIONS

Arrange orange slices in the bottom of a 9×13-inch baking dish. Place chicken on top in an even layer.

Mix 4 tablespoons fresh parsley, chopped garlic and spices in a bowl. Rub mixture all over chicken.

Whisk red wine, oil, vinegar and honey in a small bowl. Pour over chicken. Tuck dates and olives between chicken pieces. Season with salt and pepper. Cover and refrigerate at least 12 hours or overnight, turning once.

Preheat the oven to 375°F. Cook for about 40 minute, basting occasionally. Transfer chicken, dates and olives to platter and pour pan juices into a heavy small saucepan. Add remaining ¼ tsp. cumin and boil until reduced to ½ cup, whisking frequently, about 5 minutes. Season with salt and pepper. Spoon some sauce over chicken. Sprinkle the remaining 2 tablespoons chopped parsley. Serve, with sauce on side.

Almond Date Truffles

Almond Date Truffles

INGREDIENTS

1 cup dates

2 tbsp. chocolate chips

1 cup almonds

1-2 tbsp. honey

DIRECTIONS

Put all ingredients in a food processor and pulse until combined.

Remove dough and roll into balls.

Refrigerate until ready to eat.

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The Blessed Shalom Bayis Kugel

Posted on Thursday, 14, January, 2021Tuesday, 20, September, 2022 by Rabbi

The holy rabbi’s wife was extremely thrifty, but very spiritual. When she davened (prayed), she was transported into another world.

The rebbetzin would put the bare minimum of schmaltz (chicken fat) into the kugel. The holy rabbi would always ask her to increase the amount of schmaltz in the kugel. His requests went unheeded.

One Friday, when the rebbetzin was davening, The holy rabbi removed the keys from her apron pocket, unlocked the pantry, and put several spoonfuls of schmaltz into the kugel. He then returned the keys, and the rebbetzin was completely unaware to all of this.

Shabbos morning, when she served the kugel, the rebbetzin said, “See! You always criticize me for not putting enough schmaltz into the kugel. But look at the Divine blessing. The kugel is dripping with schmaltz!”

The holy rabbi nodded. “It is indeed a Divine blessing,” he said. “We merited this blessing by virtue of deine shtark tefillos un meine maasim tovim — your fervent davening and my good deeds.”

Potato kugel

 

Overnight Potato Kugel

 

INGREDIENTS:

3/4 cup schmaltz or oil

1-2 medium onion, grated

8 extra large eggs

1 Tablespoon Kosher salt

5 lbs. potatoes, grated

¼ – ½ teaspoon pepper, or to taste

DIRECTIONS

Heat oil in pan on medium heat (do not allow oil to get real hot)

Grate potatoes and onion (or use a food processor, process the potatoes and onions until almost smooth but not liquidy). Add to the eggs along with salt and pepper.

Carefully remove the hot pan from the oven. Pour the hot oil into potato-egg mixture and mix until fully mixed.

Pour mixture into the pan and bake at 400° until the top is brown, about 1 hour.

Remove from the oven. Reduce oven temperature to 200°. Cover the kugel tightly with foil.

Return pan to the oven. Place a pan of water (cold) on the rack underneath the kugel and continue baking at least 4 hours or overnight.

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The Wonderful Hand Mill

Posted on Thursday, 7, January, 2021Thursday, 28, March, 2024 by Rabbi

Once upon a time, long, long ago, there were two brothers, one rich and the other poor. One Friday morning, the poor brother had not a bite in the house for Shabbos, either of meat or bread, so he went to his brother and begged him, in the merit of Shabbos, to give him something for the holy day. It was by no means the first time that the brother had been forced to give something to his less fortunate brother, and he was not very happy about it.

“If you will do what I ask you, you shall have challahs and two whole chickens,” the wealthy brother said. The poor brother immediately thanked him, and promised to do as his bother asked.

“Well, here are the challahs and the chickens, and now you must go straight to the ancient cave in the hills known as Black Hole Cave,” instructed the rich brother, throwing the food to him.

“Well, I will do what I have promised,” said the poor brother, and he took the food and set off. He traveled the narrow path for many hours.

Outside the ancient cave was an old man with a long white beard chopping wood.

“Shalom Aleichem, (Peace be unto you)” said the poor brother.

“Aleichem shalom (Ubto you, Peace). Where are you going at this late hour, Shabbos is coming very soon?” asked the old man.

“I am going to Black Hole Cave, if only I am on the right track,” answered the poor man.

“Oh! Yes, you are right enough, for it is here,” said the old man. “When you get inside they will all want to buy your chicken, for they don’t get much meat to eat there; but you must not sell the chicken unless you can get the hand-mill which stands behind the door for it. When you come out again I will teach you how to use the hand-mill, which is useful for almost everything.”

So the man with the chickens thanked the other for his good advice, and rapped at the door.

When he got in, everything happened just as the old man had said it would: all the people, great and small, came round him like ants on an ant-hill, and each tried to outbid the other for the chicken.

“By rights my wife and I should have these chickens for Shabbos dinner, but, since you have set your hearts upon it, I will sell my chickens to you for the hand-mill which is standing there behind the door.”

At first they would not hear of this, and haggled and bargained with the man, but he stuck to what he had said, and the people were forced to give him the hand-mill. When the man came out again into the yard, he asked the old wood-cutter how he was to use the hand-mill, and when he had learned that, he thanked him and set off home with all the speed he could, but did not get there until right before candle lighting time.

“Where in the world have you been?” asked his wife. “I have been waiting for you all day and have nothing to prepare for Shabbos dinner.”

“I have been very busy and have something to show you.” said the man, as he set the hand-mill on the table, and told it first grind a white table-cloth, and then wine, and everything else that was good for Shabbos dinner. The mill ground all that he ordered. “Bless our house” said the wife as one thing after another appeared. The husband made Kiddush and began to enjoy the festive meal. His wife wanted to know where her husband had got the mill from, but he would not tell her.

“Don’t worry yourself about this blessing from Heaven” he told her as he invited everyone to enjoy the food throughout Shabbos.

Now when the rich brother saw all the fine food in his poor brother’s house, he was both annoyed and angry, He was very jealous of everything his poor brother had. “Before Shabbos he was so poor that he came to me and begged for a little food, and now he gives a feast as if he were a wealthy merchant.” He thought to himself.

After Shabbos, the wealthy man paid is brother a visit, “Tell me where you got your riches from,” he begged his brother. “From behind the door in the Black Hole Cave,” he answered. He really did not want to tell his brother. Throughout the meal the poor brother drank much wine and could not refrain from telling how he had come by the hand-mill.

He brought out the mill, and made it grind first one thing and then another. When the brother saw that, he insisted on having the mill, and after a great deal of persuasion got it; but he had to give three hundred gold coins for it, and the poor brother was to keep it until Rosh Chodesh – the new month. He believed that the mill would grind out food and wine that would last throughout the year. At the end of Rosh Chodesh the rich brother came to get the mill, but the other had taken good care not to teach him how to stop it.

It was evening when the rich man got the mill home, and in the morning he told his wife to go into the market, and he would attend to the house himself.

So, when dinner-time drew near, he set the mill on the kitchen-table, and said: “Grind boiled potatoes and sour cream, and do it both quickly and well.”

So the mill began to grind boiled potatoes and sour cream, and first all the dishes and tubs were filled, and then it came out all over the kitchen-floor. The man twisted and turned it, and did all he could to make the mill stop, but he could not. In a short time the sour cream rose so high that the man was like to be drowned. So he threw open the door and was pushed out the door as the sour cream and boiled potatoes spilled out over his farm and fields.

Now the rich man’s wife was returning from the market and was met by the tide of potatoes and sour cream pouring forth spreading as far as the eye could see. The rich man went quickly to his brother’ house and begged him to take the mill back again, saying, “If it grinds one hour more the whole district will be destroyed by boiled potatoes and sour cream.” But the brother would not take it until the other paid him three hundred gold coins.

Now the poor brother had both the money and the mill again. So it was not long before he had a farmhouse much finer than that in which his brother lived, but the mill ground so much that all his needs were met. He and his wife welcomed all travelers and anyone in need to their home where they provided for all the needs the people required.

They were blessed for the rest of their years with happiness and plenty.

Jewish recipes

Bukharan Chicken and Rice Plov

Plov is a signature dish of the Bukharan Jewish community of Central Asia. Often slow cooked in a wood-burning oven, it is served to guests as a symbol of hospitality for Shabbat, holidays and at special life events, including weddings.

INGREDIENTS

5 tablespoons oil (enough to cover bottom of pot)

2 to 3 pounds skinless, boneless chicken (cut into small bite-size squares)

3 onions (peeled, trimmed and chopped)

1 1/2 teaspoons salt (divided)

6 carrots (peeled and grated thick)

1/4 teaspoon pepper

1 tablespoon sugar

2 1/2 cups medium grain rice (such as Basmati)

1-3 teaspoons Cumin

½ – 1 ½ teaspoon(s) cinnamon

3 1/2 cups boiling water (enough to cover the rice by 1/2 inch)

DIRECTIONS

In a Dutch oven or large pot, warm the oil over medium-high heat. Add the onions, and then the carrots. Stir in the sugar. Sauté until the onions are translucent, about 5 to 7 minutes.

Lay the chicken on top of the onions and carrots. Don’t stir to maintain a layer of vegetables and a distinct layer of meat. Sprinkle 1 teaspoon salt and pepper on the chicken. Cook the chicken, gently turning the pieces over in the middle, until the chicken turns white.

Add rice on top of the chicken. Don’t stir because the layers of vegetables and chicken should remain undisturbed, but distribute the rice evenly over the chicken. Sprinkle with 1/2 teaspoon of salt. Add boiling water. Turn the heat down to low and cover.

After about 15 minutes, scrape down the sides and poke 6 or 7 holes through the rice to the bottom of the pot with the handle of a wooden spoon. Cover and cook for another 20 to 25 minutes, or until the water has been absorbed and the rice is tender.

May all your tales end with Shalom (peace)

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A Gift of Love

Posted on Tuesday, 15, December, 2020Tuesday, 5, December, 2023 by Rabbi

A young father punished his three-year old daughter for wasting a whole roll of holiday wrapping paper. Money was tight, and he became angry when the child tried to decorate a box for a Chanukah gift. Still, the little girl proudly brought the gift to her father the next morning and said, “This is for you, Daddy.” He was embarrassed by his earlier over-reaction, but his anger flared again when he found that the box was empty.

He yelled at her, “Don’t you know that when you give someone a present, there’s supposed to be something inside of the box?”Chanukah Gift

The little girl looked up at him with tears in her eyes and said, “Oh, Daddy, it’s not empty. I blew kisses in the box. I filled it with my love. All for you, Daddy.”

The young father was crushed. He put his arms around his little daughter, and he begged her for forgiveness.

It has been some years and the little girl has grown up. That father kept that gold box from that Chanukah many years ago. Whenever he was sad or discouraged, he would take out one of the kisses and remember the love of the child who had put it there.

In a very real sense, each of us as parents has been given a container filled with unconditional love and kisses from our children. There is no more precious possession anyone could hold.

Each child carries its own blessing into the world

May all your tales end with Shalom (peace)

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Chanukah

The Season of Lights – Chanukah is coming very quickly as it begins at Sundown On December 7, 2023.

Most people in the Jewish communities throughout the world can rattle off a list of Chanukah traditions such as lighting the menorah each night; playing dreidel games; eating foods cooked in oil (latkes and Sufganiot); and exchanging gifts.

An age old tradition is telling stories in the glow of the Chanukah menorah. The stories tell of greatness, nobility, and wisdom while at the same time raising the hopes for a better tomorrow.

The very backdrop to the spiritual stories is attractive to its readers allowing one to peek into the beliefs, and lifestyles of a vanishing age of a faraway world and reminding them that the messages are eternal – just as strong today as they were yesterday.

The book, Story Tour: The Journey Begins will remind readers of forgotten stories of faith that strengthen and reaffirm hope for a better world.

Buy a copy of Story Tour: The Journey Begins as a gift for someone special today. Story Tour: The Journey Begins is available from the publisher, Xlibris, Booksamillion, Barnes & Noble, and Amazon

Posted in Chanukah, Chanukah, Holiday, Holidays, Love, Rabbi's thoughts and teaching, Stories, UncategorizedTagged Chanuka, Chanukah gift, Chanukah stories, Father, Hanuka gift, hanukah, Jewish Stories, love, parenting, short storiesLeave a Comment on A Gift of Love

A Special Chanukah Gift

Posted on Sunday, 13, December, 2020Tuesday, 20, September, 2022 by Rabbi

For this child I prayed; and the L-rd has granted me the petition that I made to him. (I Samuel 1:27)

Chanukah is a time to celebrate the freedom of faith. A war was fought to defend the right just to remain true to Judaism over 2100 years ago. Today we accept the basic story of Chanukah, but have forgotten the many miracles. The wonders and beauty of faith are many times overlooked, but they are present at all times.

On the third day of Hanukkah, there was a bris (circumcision) in the small wooden shul. The rabbi was the sandak—being honored to hold the baby on his lap—and he told a story at the bris:

A woman who was married for fifteen years and was not blessed with children. She went from rabbi to rabbi, from tzaddik to tzaddik, from one to the other to ask for a blessing, for them to pray for her, but still she had no child. She did not know what to do with herself.

She was very careful to light the Shabbos candles every week, welcoming the holiness of the day into her house. There was always food in her kitchen for those less fortunate. Her bright smile hid the pain and sadness that was deep in her heart.

Without children, she had a lot of time, and so she helped wherever she could. One day she discovered a woman who was sick and all alone, who had nobody in the world. She started to visit the sick woman, prepared food for her and talked to her for hours.

After two years, the sick woman left this world, and the woman without children was with her when she died. The dying woman said to her, “There’s no way for me to thank you in this lifetime for all the kindness and love you showed me. I promise you, the moment I go up to heaven and stand before the Holy One Blessed be He, I pray on your behalf that Heaven bless you with a baby.”

“That was almost a year ago and today we are gathered here for such a happy and holy occasion”, the rabbi continued, “The baby we just welcomed into the community is that baby. He is a gift from that woman.”

Al haNissim - Miracles

Al hanissim, v’al hapurkan, v’al hag’vurot v’al hat’tshuot v’al hamilchamot sh’asita lavoteinu bayamim hahem baz’man hazeh.

We thank You for the miracles, for the redemption, for the mighty deeds, for the saving acts, and for the wonders which You have wrought for our fathers (ancestors) in the days of old, at this time.

May all your tales end with Shalom (peace)

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Tell it to your children, and let your children tell it to their children, and their children to the next generation. (Joel 1:3)

Rachmiel Tobesman is a motivational speaker and Maggid (spiritual Storyteller). He is available for speaking engagements or storytelling, Click here to contact us

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Chanukah

The Season of Lights – Chanukah is coming very quickly as it begins at Sundown on November 28, 2021. Most people in the Jewish communities throughout the world can rattle off a list of Chanukah traditions such as lighting the menorah each night; playing dreidel games; eating foods cooked in oil (latkes and Sufganiot); and exchanging gifts.

An age old tradition is telling stories in the glow of the Chanukah menorah. The stories tell of greatness, nobility, and wisdom while at the same time raising the hopes for a better tomorrow.

The very backdrop to the spiritual stories is attractive to its readers allowing one to peek into the beliefs, and lifestyles of a vanishing age of a faraway world and reminding them that the messages are eternal – just as strong today as they were yesterday.

The book, Story Tour: The Journey Begins will remind readers of forgotten stories of faith that strengthen and reaffirm hope for a better world.

Buy a copy of Story Tour: The Journey Begins as a gift for someone special today. Story Tour: The Journey Begins is available from the publisher, Xlibris, Booksamillion, Barnes & Noble, and Amazon

 

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