Oh Didi Honey


There was a little girl

Who had a little curl

Right in the middle of her forehead

And when she was good, she was very very good

And when she was bad she was horrid

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Once upon a time, back in 1990, I was talking to my friend Cara on the phone and rendered her speechless with these words, “I can’t decide if I’m going to get pregnant tonight or not.”  The next day I bumped into her in the supermarket and did it again with these words, “Well, I’m about 12 hours pregnant.” 

I’d like to say it was an uneventful pregnancy.  Biologically it was.  However, if you remember your history correctly, sometime during my first trimester Saddam Hussein started raining SCUD missiles on Israel.  While Didi was in her own little sealed room in my womb, her father and I, together with her three older sisters, sat in a sealed room in our apartment, gas masks firmly in place, waiting for the all clear.

Didi was a cuddly little thing, always smiling, happy to have three older slaves sisters to do her little baby bidding.  Around the time her curls started to really come in she hit her Terrible Twos.  Didi didn’t just have them, she was the poster child.  The little girl in this video had nothing on my angel, my Didi could have taught the Master Class in Tantrum Throwing.

Around the time my baby was 5 years old and the Terrible Twos were still alive and kicking I had a little chat with her kindergarden teacher.  I had been kicking around a theory that the sealed room within a sealed room had something to do with her personality.  I had spoken to a few friends and they also mentioned that their children who had been in utero during the Gulf War were also a tad… difficult.  Placement in the family didn’t seem to matter, these were older kids, middle children, the babies in the family.  The teacher mulled this over for a moment and said to me, “You know, I’ve been a kindergarden teacher for 20 years, and I have never had such a difficult group of kids as this class!”

When Didi was 11 1/2, just as we were planning her Bat Mitzvah celebration, certain events happened to our family that made me once again enter my sealed room, even though the missiles didn’t come from Iraq, they came from within.  Didi had to quickly come to terms with a new family dynamic.  All of my daughters found their own ways to deal with what happened, but Didi stuck by me the entire time.  In a period where I felt lost, she was always my beacon home, her face and smile a shining light through the darkness.

When my life finally got back on track, Didi was there, and now it was my turn to be her anchor.  When she was 14 I got remarried and moved her away from the only home she had ever known to a new town, a new school, a new group of friends, a new family.  The first year was hard, but I like to think I was as supportive as I could be, and she has found her niche here in Ra’anana.  She truly fits in, and I believe she is happy here.

Didi and roommate Hodi

Last summer Didi turned 18, old enough to vote, old enough to drink, old enough to serve her country.  She opted not to be drafted into the Israeli army but to do National Service.  She works at a shelter for disadvantaged children, children removed from their homes for various reasons, children whose life stories can make you cry. There’s nothing Didi won’t do for these children.  One little girl, whose story is so tragic you just want to cuddle her and protect her and make it better, has become a favorite of hers.  Over the Shavuot holiday, when this child had nowhere to go, Didi brought her home.  When she saw the child had no clothes for the holiday she went out and spent her own money to buy her a dress and a pair of shoes. 

Didi and Chana, all smiles

Didi doesn’t believe she’s made a difference this year.  Red tape and bureaucracy have made her doubt herself, and she called me last week in tears to rail against a wasted year.  I don’t think she’s wasted this year, do you?  When I see the smile on this little girl’s face as Didi makes sure she has a good breakfast before going off to the synagogue on the holiday, when I hear the kids kidding around with her in the background while I talk to her on the phone, when I see the countless photos of happy faces she plasters all over Facebook, I see a life that has injected goodness into the lives of others.

Didi, sweet Didi, do not let anyone make you doubt yourself!

A few weeks ago Didi was home for Shabbat.  The meal had been mostly cooked and we had a few hours of downtime before candle lighting.  “Let’s make something yummy!” suggested Didi.  Never one to turn down cooking with my girls, we went to my cookbooks and Didi suggested the recipe below, from my (relatively) new cookbook by Carine Goren, Sweet Secrets.

Honey Muffins

1 cup sugar

1 cup honey

1 cup vegetable oil

1 cup strong tea, cooled

6 eggs

3 cups flour

1 tablespoon baking powder

1/2 teaspoon baking soda

1 heaping teaspoon cinnamon

pinch of ground cloves (we left this out)

  • Preheat the oven to 170 C (340 F).
  • In a bowl mix together the sugar, honey, oil, tea and eggs until evenly combined.
  • Add the flour, baking powder, baking soda, cinnamon (and ground cloves).  Mix to a lump-free batter.
  • Pour into muffin pans lined with cupcake liners and bake for 15-20 minutes until the muffins spring back to the touch and a toothpick inserted into the center comes out almost clean, with moist crumbs.

Carine says the recipe should make two 12 cup muffin pans worth of muffins.  We got around 50 smallish muffins and another small pan of Honey Muffin Cake (because we ran out of muffin pans).

We had these for dessert on Friday night, and they were indeed yummy, so mission accomplished.  By Saturday morning they were gone!  Didi had gone out on Friday night to meet up with her friends, most of whom she never gets to see anymore because they are all doing either National Service or are in the army.  She took her handiwork with her.  While I mourned the loss of the muffins for the family, I’m very proud of my daughter that she’s turning into her mother, with a need to feed.

Oh Didi Honey, I love you!

About Miriyummy

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Posted on 2 June 2010, in Carine Goren, Dessert, Family Life, Muffins and tagged , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 17 Comments.

  1. The muffins looks yummy. Didi your curl looks beautiful!


  2. bigpoppa09

    Beautiful 🙂


  3. mariealicejoan

    Grat sounding muffins, but even more what a wonderful sounding daughter! You are a gem Didi!


  4. This one made me cry – I remember Ms. Didi in those stages… Love to all.


  5. suzwuzhere

    Very moving post – tears were flowing. You’re a great mom and that’s reflected in your girls. Love ya. Suz


  6. tobythegreat

    That is a beautiful story, and super-yummy looking muffins! I think I’ll try them this week. Thanks for sharing!


  7. You don’t know me. I stumbled upon this post today, and I just wanted to say that it sounds like you’ve been a terrific mother to your girls. Well done! I am having struggles with my own ‘little girl with a little curl’ at the moment. I hope I can be as good a mother to her as you’ve been to yours. I can tell you are proud of your Didi. I hope she’s proud of herself, too. What a fine young woman!


    • Thanks so much for your comment. Can you hear me smiling? As for your own little curly girl, I found that the best way to deal is to pick your arguments. I let my kid wear her winter coat to school in the summer, have 15 ponytails at the same time, but argued over proper nutrition and never let her do anything that would harm herself or others. She still has her moments today, even at the ripe old age of almost 19. I really think your attitude will turn out a great kid.


  8. wheresmyrollingpin

    I finally got a user name so I could comment. I loved this post and the muffins look great!


  9. It sounds like your little DiDi is turning into an amazing young woman! You’ve truly done a wonderful job at raising your girls. And the muffin recipe looks delicious… can’t wait to give it a try.


  10. mirj, i literally have goosebumps from this post! i have no idea how you so beautifully wove all of that together! i mean, really, even the honey for didi and for the muffins– brilliant!

    your daughter sounds amazing. (and your theory absolutely FASCINATING!) congrats on raising such wonderfulness; that doesn’t “just happen,” does it? 🙂

    and the muffins? so on my list of must-makes!!


  11. Mirj, I loved reading about Didi. Sounds to me like you’ve raised an amazing and compasionate young lady.


  12. lizziebabette

    This is a lovely story, Mirj. What a loving and giving young woman – just like her mother. I will make Didi’s honey muffins soon, in her honor.


  13. That is a beautiful story. I loved reading it. The muffins sound delicious.


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