Monthly Archives: September 2011
Rosh Hashana this year starts on a Wednesday night, and ends at sundown Friday night, which is when Shabbat begins. Observant Jews all over the globe will be closing down their connection with the outside world and turning inwards to family, community and God.
Rivki, who blogs at Life in the Married Lane, is running an inspirational series of interviews entitled Women Who Inspire Us. I am both flattered and honored that she asked me if I would take part in the series. If you are a regular reader of this blog, or know me personally, you don’t have to stretch your imagination very far to know whom I chose to talk about.
Meet Hannah Katsman. Hannah is a very busy woman. I am a huge fan of both of her blogs. Yes, the woman writes two blogs, among other bits and pieces and major articles. I sometimes wonder where I am going to find the time for my one piddly blog, and Hannah manages to write interesting posts for both of her blogs, Cooking Manager and A Mother in Israel.
Hannah is a woman of many talents. She can tell you ten different ways to cook a turnip. She hosts her own Israeli baby names forum. She’s a highly respected breast feeding coach. She has a wonderful interview series on Cooking Manager (she even interviewed me), and she was clever enough to even interview herself! When her son became bar mitzvah a while back she did all the catering herself for three Shabbat meals for 35 people! I’m sure you agree, Hannah is SuperHannah! But none of this impresses me as much as the fact that the woman is a human GPS.
It was a dark and stormy night…
If you have ever been to Israel, whether you are Jewish or not, you have most probably visited the Kotel, the Western Wall. And whether it is your first time, or your 100th time, you probably every now and again leave a little note for God, stuffed in the cracks of the wall.
I recently received some feedback from someone whose opinion I highly respect. She’s not happy with the name I call my husband here in Miriyummyland: Ju-Boy. To quote:
You’re spelling it differently (and maybe this is a post-modern way of reversing the meaning of a term), but “Jewboy” was used as a derogatory appellation, usually preceding a fight…
This is not the first time someone has commented on my choice of nickname (blogname? blognomer?). But his name comes with history. My husband was first called Ju-Boy back in his Carmel College days. In the tradition of English public schools (the equivalent of North American prep schools), almost everyone had a nickname. J had quite a few, and Ju-Boy was given to him by one of his best friends.
Yes, I can see how my perception can irk people the wrong way, and I apologize. So does the man in question. I am relishing the moment, it’s not often that he apologizes, even though it’s not really an apology at all. Read and decide:
It’s a known constant in my life that man plans, God laughs. Yesterday I said in my Honey Honey blog post:
So I could leave you with a cute little video of buzzing bees or those singing worms in the apple wishing you a happy new year, but I won’t.
Wrong. Sort of.
It’s been a slow summer for me. I don’t do well in the humid heat of Ra’anana. I feel sluggish, ponderous, as sticky as thick honey. All that, and a bout of pneumonia last week, has left me full of ennui and it hasn’t helped the blogging much either. I haven’t been in much of a mood to cook, or to write about cooking. Pity this hasn’t extended to my appetite, that’s been as healthy as ever, in the most unhealthy of ways.
It took my friend Abby to get me out of my funk. Well, not totally out of it, just to nudge me a bit. She’s been asking me about Rosh Hashana menus. I haven’t really thought about the holiday yet, I mean, it’s not Rosh Hashana until next year…