Sunday, January 15, 2012

Mouth Watery Apple Crisp.......

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There is nothing as pleasurable as walking into a house where the smell of freshly baked cakes, cookies and pies are emerging from the kitchen. The aroma gives the house a very warm and inviting feeling.

As a diabetic I am always on the look out for good diabetic recipes especially desserts that I can make for Shabbat and that my family will also enjoy.

A couple of weeks ago I came across an apple crisp recipe that looked just mouth watering and easy to make.  I made it for Shabbat, it was delicious and I would like to share it.

8 or 9 medium size apples [use a mixture of colour and type]
1 cup flour [white or whole wheat]
1/4 cup matza meal
1 cup oatmeal
1/2 cup brown sugar or [brown sugar substitute]
1 1/2 teaspoons cinnamon
1/2 cup oil 
1/4 cup coconut [optional] 

Slice apples [peeling optional] thinly and mix with lemon juice.
Place on the bottom of a 10 1/2in. x 7 in pan.
I used a tin foil pan but a round 10in. pie dish will also work.
Pan will be full but will melt down baking.
Combine all the ingredients together except the oil and  mix well.
Slowly drip the oil onto your mixture until it is moist. [Start with 1/4 cup and increase slowly up to 1/2 cup depending how moist you want it.]
Spread your mixture over the apples evenly.
 
Cover with foil and place in a pre heated oven 350F / 180c and bake for 45 /50 minutes. 30 minutes covered and 15 to 20 minutes uncovered to brown.  When finished remove from oven and covered immediately. Serve room temperature or warm for serving. I put the apple crisp on the pleta after I removed all the food. It was nice and warm by dessert time.
ENJOY! 

Until next time please feel free to comment and pass along.
Miriam   

Wednesday, January 4, 2012

Winter Gardening............

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I have written many blogs about our beautiful garden. 

After many years of neglect, [we moved in 16 months ago] Avraham and I tackled the land cleaning, [more garbage than you can imagine], weeding, designing our garden and planting.

Our  house is on a half dumun of land with many fruit trees more dead than alive. So we had our work cut out.

By the Summer, the trees were producing some fruit and our garden was blooming beautifully. Truth be told, Avraham did most of the work. He babied the land diligently watering and weeding.

Many neighbours passed to say Kol HaKovad..the garden never looked so beautiful. Then, Baruch Hashem the first rain came and so did the weeds. Once again he weeded and cleaned up everything.  

But we all know what happens after a good rain and then brilliant sunshine....you got it... our weeds are growing and they are very healthy.

Our beautiful garden was a mess.

This morning, Avraham and I donned our work gloves, took out the turiya [hoe] and rake and started the ardent job of weeding down to the roots.

Overhead, very high up, we had the constant companion of helicopters circling Ma'agalim.

Our garden looks better. G-D willing, we will have more rain and the cycle of weeds will be back and Avraham will be out again tending our holy land.

Feel free the pass around
Until next time.......
Miriam

Sunday, January 1, 2012

And so Goes the News............

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There are times that I wish I lived in a bubble…. never listening to the news, checking out news sites on the internet or reading the newspaper.

The news all around us is so horrible. Just this morning, I read about a demonstration the haredim organized Moetzi Shabbat protesting that the media is unfair to them.

Baruch Hashem, in Israel, if you have a cause and think your treatment is unfair you have the right to demonstrate. But, and there is a big but….why did they have to come out to the demonstration wearing large yellow stars on their clothes and their children decked out in stripped uniforms of nazi prisoners?

Do they think Israel is nazi Germany?. Do they think that the nazis would have allowed them to demonstrate the unfair treatment Jews were receiving on Hilter’s orders?
       
I wonder how brave these demonstrators would be if they lived during the war and had to really wear the yellow star. Sure they would be singing a different tune.

Shame on them.... what a chillul Hashem to the memory of Jews who were murdered for no other reason than they were Jews.

This nonsense blackened the good name of so many haredi individuals and groups who do so much for the Israeli population.  Zaka, Ezer Mizion, the countless numbers of gemachim and the list goes on.

Other news items today that got my goat. A Quebec City mayor, known for anti-Israel remarks, proclaimed in a television interview that Israel has no right to exist.

A community police unit in Kiryat Gat was burned down Saturday night and so far no one has taken credit for the arson. Wonder if it was a terror act?

Mortars are still landing in the south and over 3,000 illegal aliens mostly Africans infiltrated into Israel via Sinai in December. Why is the border open in Sinai and why aren’t we deporting them?

I have to agree with my friend Yocheved Miriam Russo who commented on one of my Facebook posting “Some days it hardly pays to get up and read the news, y'know?”

We are living in difficult times in Israel.  Our cousins want to destroy us. They send rockets to our cities and towns. Their goal is to kill and injure as many Jews as possible. We have helicopters, drones constantly. It is such a piety that we the Jewish people..Hashem’s chosen people can not get along.

A Jew is a Jew…nobody has stamped on their forehead.. I am left, right, religious, haredi or secular. If you are born to a Jewish mother [or converted according to halacha] you are a Jew. We need, no we must learn to all get along.

It is bad enough that our enemies want to destroy us, let’s not destroy ourselves.

Thank-you for allowing me to sound off.....feel free to comment and pass around.

Have a great week…  

Miriam 

Postscript!

According to an interview the founder of Zaka, Yehuda Meshi-Zahav gave to Israel Radio’s Reshet Bet Radio on Sunday afternoon, the hooligans are from the Neturei Karta sect who are now known as sikrikim.


Meshi-Zahav explained that these people are simply getting away with too much, and they are granted too much media coverage.


To read the entire interview The Yeshiva World 

Sunday, December 11, 2011

Ode to the English Language………

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For the past twelve years, I have been working from home, tutoring English as a second language [ESL] to Israeli children and running an English enrichment program for native English speakers.

Over the years, my students have shown me that for the most part the level of English that these children learn in school is on the low side, especially in the elementary grades.

I will never understand how or why children are taught to read in English but do not know the names of the letters or comprehend what they read. Many children only learn the sounds each letter makes. When it comes to spelling, forget it…

Now, I’m not talking about young children who are just starting to learn English.

I have some high school students who can read as well as I can, but when I give them a comprehension worksheet, they don’t know where to begin because they didn’t understand the story.

English should be, no must be a priority subject, as English is the language of business in most of the world. And if these kids are going to have a fighting chance to succeed in business, or whatever profession they choose, they need to speak, read and write in English.

I will tell you a personal story. Many years ago, my husband wanted to ask a question to the Rav who lived in our community. He needed to ask the question in English, as his Hebrew at that time, was not good enough.

Now I know this Rav’s father can speak English very well as I have heard him speak many times. We were sure that his son could also. To our surprised he couldn’t. The Rav apologized profusely in Hebrew that he didn’t speak English and told us to call the local Chabad Rav, as he does.

Several weeks later we met the Rav and he told us he was taking English lessons. He said that he never believed learning English was of any use to him, but he sees that he was wrong.

Recently on the English news, I heard this Rav being interviewed and his command of English was quite good. Actually it was very good!    

Now I know that English is a difficult language to learn. With all it’s rules and rules that don’t apply to the rules. The c rule…i before e except after c or the silent k in words such as know, knight and knock…you get the picture. Never mind silent b in climb or silent d in Wednesday, silent g in sign or silent l in talk and the list goes on. The silent e at the end of a word to give the vowel a long sound is very confusing to new readers.

And don’t get me started on plurals and their rules…words ending with ch, sh, and x you have to add es to make it plural..y changes to  i and then add es, but if y follows a vowel you only add s.

To plural the words that end with o you usually just add es, so tomato becomes tomatoes, but be careful because some words that end with o you add only s. One example that comes to mind is patio becomes patios.

And then there are words that change completely...tooth becomes teeth, foot becomes feet and mouse becomes mice. One moose, five moose…it never changes. Same for trout and elk.

Many years ago I came across this wonderful piece. I don’t know who authored it but he/she was certainly quick wit. 
 
English is a strange and fun language.
The bandage was wound around the wound.
The farm was used to produce produce.
The dump was so full that it had to refuse more refuse.
We must polish the Polish furniture.

The soldier decided to desert his dessert in the desert.
Since there is no time like the present, he thought
it was time to present the present.

A bass was painted on the head of the bass drum.
When shot at, the dove dove into the bushes.
I did not object to the object.
The insurance was invalid for the invalid.

There was a row among the oarsmen how to row.
They were to close to the door to close it.
The wind was to strong to wind the sail.
Upon seeing the tear in the painting I shed a tear.

Let’s face it, English is a funny language.
There is no egg in eggplant,
ham in hamburger, pine or apple in pineapple.
English muffins weren’t invented in England
or french fries in France.
Sweetmeat are candies and sweetbreads which aren’t sweet, is meat.

We take English for granted, but if we really explore we will find that
quicksand can work slowly, boxing rings are square and a guinea pig is 
not from Guinea or a pig.
If the plural of tooth is teeth,
why isn’t the plural of booth beeth?
One goose, two geese, so why not one moose two meese?
If a vegetarian eats vegetables, what do humanitarians eat?

In what language do people recite at a play and play at a recital? 
Ship by truck and send cargo by ship? Park in a driveway and drive on a parkway? Have a nose that runs and feet that smell?
How can a slim chance and a fat chance be the same,
while a wise man and a wise guy are opposite.
And why does an alarm go off by going on?

English was invented by people, not computers and it reflects 
the creativity of the human race.
That is why when the stars are out they are visible,
but when the lights are out they are invisible. 
And the last word, why doesn’t ‘Buick’ rhyme with ‘quick’? 
 
I hope you enjoyed this English lesson. 
Please pass along for others to enjoy! 
Feel free to comment.
 
Until next time
Miriam

Sunday, December 4, 2011

Little Bird, Little Bird..........

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Every morning, for many years, my husband and I have been feeding the birds. These little creatures have come to rely on the crumbs of bread that we leave them. Early each morning, we see them hovering over our back yard waiting for their treats.

The Negev is known for its birds. This area is a bird watchers paradise. There is this beautiful little black, two shades of gray and a touch of white bird with a yellow beak that has been coming to eat for some time.

This morning, as I was looking out of my kitchen window watching the birds eat, I saw my little bird enjoy her share and then fly away with a piece of bread in her beak.

This poem is for her……...

Little Bird, Little Bird

As I look out of my window
A little  bird I  did see
Nibbling on a piece of bread
That was left for her to enjoy.

This beautiful bird
A creation from Hashem
Flapping her wings
As she floats through the air 
With a morsel of bread in her beak
To feed her young.

Mother bird, Mother bird 
What a wonder you are
Hashem has instilled in you
Motherly love and responsibility.

Little bird, little bird 
So perfect in every way
Your colors are so magical
Oh, what a beautiful sight!

Enjoy and pass on!
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Until next time.....
Miriam      

 

Sunday, November 27, 2011

Thank-you for the Magical Roller Coaster Ride...............

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One day last week, I received an e-mail from a long time friend from Montreal, Phyllis R. She sent me a link to an interview that was on radio station CJAD, a very popular Montreal station. The email said... this posting is for former Montrealers …. all nostalgia buffs out there, you will love this.   
 
Being born and raised in Montreal, I clicked the link and heard an amazing interview between the radio host Aaron Rand and Barry Zbar a former Montrealer now living in Toronto, and who started a Facebook page a year ago, called Montreal Memories. 

Barry invited Montrealers and former Montrealers to join his page and enjoy a magical roller coaster ride of days gone bye.

I joined and told my husband to join and sent messages to some of my Montreal friends and family to come and have fun.

And fun it has been! Reminiscing where we went to school, favorite teachers, and not so favorite teachers, popular restaurants and hang outs that aren’t around any more, and pictures galore. Bus tickets that cost 15 cents a ride, Montreal Canadiens our famous hockey team, The Forum and of course Montreal’s Expo 67. What memories! A reunion online……..
 
I posted a note asking how many former Montrealers are now living in Israel. I am happy to report that there are a large contingent of us living all over the country from the North to the South and everywhere in-between. Some have been here 30 plus years.  

Moetzi Shabbat [Saturday night] Avraham and I showed our son, who was born in Ontario in the 80’s, our life as kids and he was fascinated and really taken back. Eli-Chaim said to me, "your life growing up was much easier than when he was a teenager or teens today. Life was so much simpler then. Kids were kids. There wasn’t the pressure that kids have today." I had to agree with him. 
 
Thank-you Phyllis for sending me the e-mail.You made my day!
 
Until next time
Miriam

Sunday, November 20, 2011

Let it Rain! Let it Rain! Let it Snow!

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Although, over Shabbat the rest of the county was blessed with abundance of rain, Mount Hermon Israel’s winter wonderland received an abundance of snow.This will make skiers very happy.

Tel Aviv recorded the most rain with 200mm. I don’t know the official amount for Ma’agalim, in the Negev, where we live, but I can attest to the fact that we had a lot of rain and at times very high winds and it is still raining.

Lake Kinneret Israel’s major water source received some help from the rain, but the water authority said it is still in terrible trouble. The shortage has been disastrous for the past seven years and Lake Kinneret now is almost 68 centimeters under the bottom red line.

The last time I saw a major snow storm was in 1999 when I went back to Toronto to visit my mother a”h who was in the hospital. I remember walking in snow knee-high with the wind blowing and the temperature with the wind chill was -50F. Those were the days……..
 
Living in the Negev, we will never have snow… that makes my husband very happy, but sometimes I really do miss a good blizzard. Whenever the temperature drops and they forecast snow for areas 1 kilometer high and more, some of my grandchildren, who live in Gush Etzion, can hardly wait. Their kibbutz is 900+ meters high.
 
A few years ago when the area was having a major snow storm, my children and grandchildren who live in the Negev, came to the Gush, to play in the snow. They took back a pail of snow, to bring to gan [kindergarten] the next day for ‘show and tell’. 

One day dreaming about winter and snow I wrote this poem.

Winter
The snow is falling,

the wind is gently blowing,

as I look out of my window

at the winter wonderland.
 

The trees are dressed

in their beautiful white clothes.

The children are playing and rolling in the snow.

I see someone built a snowman with a carrot nose

and charcoal for eyes and a mouth.

Cars are careful not to slip and slide.

The snow is still falling

the accumulation is starting to rise.
 
The weather report says 15 inches.

Tomorrow the sun will shine

and today’s beautiful snow

will start to melt.
 
A winter wonderland

has many beautiful sights.

BUT……………

For me

I’ll take the long lazy days of summer

with it’s cool, cool nights.

 
January 5, 2005. 

Until next time

Miriam   

Wednesday, November 16, 2011

'Play it Again Sam'..........................

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First a little background to explain this blog. Last November, I wrote a blog about an Israeli treat called Krembos. The other day, a friend and fellow blogger Batya Medad wrote a blog called Crembos or Krembos, The Taste of "Old Israel". 

I sent Batya a blog comment saying that I wrote about krembos last year, and she suggested that I submit my blog to the The Krembo Challenge .

And so I did! This is the blog that I posted on November 11, 2010.

It’s That Time of Year Again…..
Traditions are wonderful and very important. We have personal and family traditions, religious traditions and country traditions.

Israel is no exception. Come late October, the chagim [Jewish holidays] are all over and life is getting back to a regular schedule with no more mid week days off of work or school.

At this time of the year in Israel, a tradition is happening on the grocery store shelves. Colored boxes of 10 or 12 Krembos are appearing. If you are not from Israel, I’m sure you are asking yourself, “What is a Krembo?”

Krembos are a very popular winter treat. They come wrapped in a colorful aluminum foil. Krembos have a round cookie base on the bottom and marshmallow cream on top, coated with a thin layer of chocolate. Krembos also come in vanilla and mocha flavour.

In Hebrew, the word krembo is the combination of krem (cream) and bo (in it).




















The "krembo season" is from October to February. More than fifty million krembos are sold each year. Krembos are a part of winter as ice-cream is a part of summer.
 
According to a study funded by Strauss, Israel's leading krembo producer, 69% of Israelis prefer to eat krembos from the top down (starting with the cream), and only 10% start with the biscuit at the bottom; the rest had no preference.

In the Hebrew version of Harry Potter and the Philosopher’s Stone, the character Dumbledore’s favorite sweet is a Krembo, rather than a lemon sherbet .

The Krembo has become a national icon. While considered a children's favorite, researchers have found that it is eaten and enjoyed as a comfort food of Israeli expatriates in the United States.
Krembos are so popular that they have their own Facebook page. I Love Krembos.


Another Israeli tradition:


During Chanukah, Jews around the world, observe the custom of eating foods fried in oil to commemorate the miracle of the Temple Oil lasting 8 days when there was only enough oil for 1 day.



In Israel, the tradition is to eat, sufganiyot [doughnuts.] Sufganiyot are sold from after Simchat Torah [October] up to and including the 8 days of Chanukah. The most popular doughnuts are the ones filled with strawberry jelly and have powder sugar on top.
 
Bakeries and grocery stores sell sufganiyot individually and by the box, and they have become a favorite for school, home and office parties.

One of the largest bakeries in Israel, fries up more than 250,000 sufganiyot every day during the 8 day holiday. Every batch uses 100 kilograms of dough and makes 1,600 sufganiyot.  That's a lot of doughnuts!
There are many homemade doughnut recipes. If you want to try your hand at making sufganiyot at home, here are several different doughnut recipes.

So whether you fancy krembos or sufganiyot, or both, relax and enjoy the sweet taste.

Until next time......enjoy and pass around.
Miriam

Monday, November 14, 2011

The Amazing Life Cycle of Nature.........

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The home we rented on Yishuv Ma’agalim in the Negev is on half a dunam of land. The family that we rented from bought the house as newlyweds and lived here for several years. During this time they planted many fruit trees.



As their family grew, they built a villa in Ma’agalim and decided to rent out this home.  Every year or two they had new tenants and no one wanted to care for the trees and grounds.



When we rented the house, the grounds were so neglected, they were just one large garbage heap and the fruit trees were all dead! Or so we thought……..
 
Since I am very clean and organized and like everything in its place, the grounds made me feel up tight every time I walked outside.



And so I went to work, picking up the garbage, chip bags, pretzels bags, and the likes…plastics from freezes, disposable cups, cigarette butts, broken toy, little car parts, every bit of garbage you can think of was on the grounds.



My husband bought a hoe and rake and he dug up all the weeds. I made place for a flower garden and sectioned it off with nice rocks.

 
One day, a couple of weeks later, our landlord passed by our house and asked who cleaned up the grounds. When we told him that we did, he was shocked and said we did a great job. We told him that it was too bad that the trees were dead.



He said that the trees were not dead just dormant. All they needed was to be pruned and receive water on a regular bases and they would start to grow.



Now Israel has a shortage of water and because of this, water is very expensive. 

Our landlord told us that if we wanted to cut a hole in the wall, from behind the washing machine, we could attach a hose and let the water from the washing machine water the trees.



He also said that bleach water from washing the floors was good water for the trees. [He knows all about trees because he and his family are the largest fruit,veggie and flower growers in the Negev].



If we were willing to pull a hose, he would come and prune all the trees. We agreed and a couple of days later we saw him pruning the trees.
 
Over the past year, almost all the trees came back to life because my husband gave them TLC. Uniformly, with every wash, Avraham moved the hose from tree to tree to the garden, so that each tree and flower would get a good drink.



Every bucket of floor wash water went to trees where the hose couldn’t reach. No water was ever wasted. Either the trees, garden or cacti got a drink.



We had almonds, figs, mangoes, oranges, and now clementineas. [tangerines]. The ramon tree [pomegranates] took, put it needed more water than we could give, so the fruit was not edible. I told my husband that he should have been a farmer, as he was outstanding in his field… 
Our flower garden is beautiful. We planted 40 different types of seedling flowers that our land lord gave us, but a wild rabbit had a field day. I wrote a blog called The Tenacity of a Rabbit.

We bought planters and planted cacti on the patio. Over the year we have had some gorgeous cacti flowers that only grow where it is warm.
 
The life cycle of nature is fascinating. It was just amazing to watch dormant trees come back to life and gave us the opportunity to say the Bracha for Terumah and Maaser as we picked the fruit.

Hashem works in mysterious ways.

Miriam 
Our flower garden














 Our cacti garden











Cactus flower












Clementinea tree



















Fig tree














 Mango tree
















Hose cut from behind washing machine











Watering the orange tree.






Thursday, November 10, 2011

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Birthday Bash………
Last night my children made a birthday party for me. Now this was no ordinary birthday party……for me it was very special. You see, now I was officially a senior citizen….so says the Canadian Government and I can collect my old age pension. 



In Israel, you apply to Bituach Leumi for pensions and dealing with Bituach Leumi, well that’s another story for another time……



Yes, last night [Wednesday] and today 13th day of the Hebrew month of Cheshvan is my birthday. The secular date was Nov. 7th.



I can hardly believe that I am 65 years old.



So what does it mean to be a senior citizen? Am I supposed to feel different than let’s say I felt last week?



According to Wikipedia the definition of a senior is: Senior Citizen is a common and polite designation for an elderly person and it implies or means that the person is retired.  So why can’t they just say the person is retired. Why do we need a title?



By the way, I am neither elderly nor retired. I am also not a “spring chicken.”  A couple of months ago, when my daughter gave birth, I babysat for her 6 children during the day. Now let me tell you that the kids were great, but at the end of the day I was exhausted.



The baby had jaundice and so she was in the hospital for a couple of extra days.



You need to be young physically not just young at heart to look after the needs of young children. 



I decided that since I am in a new faze of my life, I need to set some new goals.



Now back to the birthday bash. Although my children made the party, it was in my house. We were 16 people. Nine of our 13 grandchildren came. The others were either in Yeshiva, the Ulpana or our oldest who is in the army.



I told Avraham that I wanted the house decorated with balloons and I had so much fun stringing ribbon across the house, blowing up and hanging the balloons. 



My daughters shared the cooking for supper. Meat lasagna, stir fried veggies and we had a variety of salads. Devorah made a brownie birthday cake. Just delicious….I had to taste a small piece, even though I shouldn’t have.



I had a little surprised for my children and grandchildren. I told them that since they were at a birthday party, they needed to get loot bags.



I had a great time buying little gadgets to fill the bags. It has been a very long time since I bought fillers for loot bags. Even the big kids [my children] got a bag filled with goodies and a lottery ticket. Hope they win!



I received really nice gifts. Avraham and my son Eli-Chaim gave me a book by Chief Rabbi Israel Meir Lau called Out of the Depths. His experiences as a child of the Holocaust.



From Naomi and Devorah and their families I got the most beautiful, wine colour blanket with sleeves called a Snuggy…..It is so big and soft. Devorah said that I could wear it while I type my blogs.



Three of my grandchildren, Neta 4, Chen 7 and Nadav 5 gave me very nice drawings.

My grandson Itamar had fun taking pictures. He snapped and snapped away capturing the entire evening.



All in all it was a great evening that I won’t forget. I have been very blessed all my life. I had great parents a”h and a wonderful childhood.



Growing up, Avraham and I have been married 44 years, we have 3 fabulous children, 2 super sons-in-laws, 13 precious grandchildren and for the past 17 years we have had the privilege of living in Eretz Yisrael!



Life is truly good!
Miriam












 
  
Naomi, Devorah
Eli-Chaim and Yair












Avraham and me













Giving out loot bags










 













 

Me and my snuggy
Eli-Chaim and me

















My grandson Itamar
who took the pictures