I know what a combination.... but that is what it was and actually I am not quite sure what order they went in ... but knowing Sam
It was probably the dome first and then the food. but Sam, it is so nice to see that you are eating.
Wednesday, September 27, 2006
Schwarmer's and The Dome on the Rock
I know what a combination.... but that is what it was and actually I am not quite sure what order they went in ... but knowing Sam
It was probably the dome first and then the food. but Sam, it is so nice to see that you are eating.
Tuesday, September 26, 2006
What is kapparot?
Every year, before Yom Kippur, some Jews perform the ceremony of kapparot. The following, in question and answer form, is a discussion of the ritual and its relation to the treatment of animals.
Kapparot is a custom in which the sins of a person are symbolically transferred to a fowl. It is practiced by some Jews shortly before Yom Kippur. First, selections from Isaiah 11:9, Psalms 107:10, 14, and 17-21, and Job 33:23-24 are recited; then a rooster (for a male) or a hen (for a female) is held above the person's head and swung in a circle three times, while the following is spoken: "This is my exchange, my substitute, my atonement; this rooster (or hen) shall go to its death, but I shall go to a good, long life, and to peace." The hope is that the fowl, which is then donated to the poor for food, will take on any misfortune that might otherwise occur to the one who has taken part in the ritual, in punishment for his or her sins.
Well I personally have not tried it but Sam has.
Every year, before Yom Kippur, some Jews perform the ceremony of kapparot. The following, in question and answer form, is a discussion of the ritual and its relation to the treatment of animals.
Kapparot is a custom in which the sins of a person are symbolically transferred to a fowl. It is practiced by some Jews shortly before Yom Kippur. First, selections from Isaiah 11:9, Psalms 107:10, 14, and 17-21, and Job 33:23-24 are recited; then a rooster (for a male) or a hen (for a female) is held above the person's head and swung in a circle three times, while the following is spoken: "This is my exchange, my substitute, my atonement; this rooster (or hen) shall go to its death, but I shall go to a good, long life, and to peace." The hope is that the fowl, which is then donated to the poor for food, will take on any misfortune that might otherwise occur to the one who has taken part in the ritual, in punishment for his or her sins.
Well I personally have not tried it but Sam has.
Monday, September 25, 2006
Traditions
Traditions
No this is not a Fiddler on the Roof song.. o.k. it is the name of a song but I am not going to sing but I am going to wax about changing traditions and grieve a little about the loss.
The Jewish holidays are full of so many wonderful traditions and yes as the joke goes they pretty much all center around food. Growing up I remember getting to help my Bubbie (Bubbies mom) cook for the holiday as I was telling my mom the other day one of my fondest Passover memories was when I was 8 years old ( you had to be 8 to use knives) getting to make Chroset all by myself (o.k. there was supervision but I did all the work) in her big wooden bowl with the crack and her chopper. Now for me this was a strong memory because I can close my eyes and see it as if it was yesterday. As time when on the holidays moved from my Bubbies house to my momÂ’s house and about 12 years ago they moved to mine and so did the traditions and the memories.
I realize that for families to stay together there have to me more than rules and rituals that hold them together there have to be emotional ties. Memories of times in the past that were so good that you want to pass them on to your children and grandchildren and so on and so on. I also realize that when a kid grows up and moves away to start their own life that they will take some of the traditions and keep them intact but others will be adapted to blend with the newenvironmentt that they are now in. Which brings me to where I am today.
As I am still cleaning up from last nights dinner (yes I miss my dishwashers and dryers) I realized how lonely (or ronrey to quote Ash) a kitchen can be when you are cooking alone. It is amazing how many wonderful memories are made not at the event but preparing for it.
Celia has been my Su Chef and always there to help and in doing so learning how to do it herself (I hope the Portland brisket came out well). And Sam I am out of chicken soup and the thought of making more with out you first dancing with the chickens is very sad, so I think I will be using cans for a while. Which leaves just Ash and Me and Bubbie (her job is chopped liver and I still need to learn how to make that one) and since Ash was in school yesterday she was not able to keep me company so her job was just to be the Official Taste Tester to make sure that there is no e-coli in the carrots, (don't worry it is a joke that will only be understood this year in California). And she did a pretty good job if you ask me, I don’t think there was a single carrot left to make anyone else worry.
Sometime I worry about what traditions the next generations will cherish will my daughters carry on family traditions and have everyone over for certainan dinners or will distance keep them from each other. And then there is always the dilemmama that my mother did not have to deal with..Divvyingng up the family heirlooms. How can I pass on all the traditions to all of my children and grandchildren (eventually). I also worry about my nieces how can traditionsns be passed down to them when they only visit the event and do not actually experienc what goes into getting there. With the thought of my daughters all growing up and the possabilitiy of not having their families local, I worry that my nieceses will not carry on the traditions because they only now how to come to my house and they will not be able do it them selves since they have never learned and do not know the why or how of many of the traditions that they enjoy.
I have rambled to long.....
No this is not a Fiddler on the Roof song.. o.k. it is the name of a song but I am not going to sing but I am going to wax about changing traditions and grieve a little about the loss.
The Jewish holidays are full of so many wonderful traditions and yes as the joke goes they pretty much all center around food. Growing up I remember getting to help my Bubbie (Bubbies mom) cook for the holiday as I was telling my mom the other day one of my fondest Passover memories was when I was 8 years old ( you had to be 8 to use knives) getting to make Chroset all by myself (o.k. there was supervision but I did all the work) in her big wooden bowl with the crack and her chopper. Now for me this was a strong memory because I can close my eyes and see it as if it was yesterday. As time when on the holidays moved from my Bubbies house to my momÂ’s house and about 12 years ago they moved to mine and so did the traditions and the memories.
I realize that for families to stay together there have to me more than rules and rituals that hold them together there have to be emotional ties. Memories of times in the past that were so good that you want to pass them on to your children and grandchildren and so on and so on. I also realize that when a kid grows up and moves away to start their own life that they will take some of the traditions and keep them intact but others will be adapted to blend with the newenvironmentt that they are now in. Which brings me to where I am today.
As I am still cleaning up from last nights dinner (yes I miss my dishwashers and dryers) I realized how lonely (or ronrey to quote Ash) a kitchen can be when you are cooking alone. It is amazing how many wonderful memories are made not at the event but preparing for it.
Celia has been my Su Chef and always there to help and in doing so learning how to do it herself (I hope the Portland brisket came out well). And Sam I am out of chicken soup and the thought of making more with out you first dancing with the chickens is very sad, so I think I will be using cans for a while. Which leaves just Ash and Me and Bubbie (her job is chopped liver and I still need to learn how to make that one) and since Ash was in school yesterday she was not able to keep me company so her job was just to be the Official Taste Tester to make sure that there is no e-coli in the carrots, (don't worry it is a joke that will only be understood this year in California). And she did a pretty good job if you ask me, I don’t think there was a single carrot left to make anyone else worry.
Sometime I worry about what traditions the next generations will cherish will my daughters carry on family traditions and have everyone over for certainan dinners or will distance keep them from each other. And then there is always the dilemmama that my mother did not have to deal with..Divvyingng up the family heirlooms. How can I pass on all the traditions to all of my children and grandchildren (eventually). I also worry about my nieces how can traditionsns be passed down to them when they only visit the event and do not actually experienc what goes into getting there. With the thought of my daughters all growing up and the possabilitiy of not having their families local, I worry that my nieceses will not carry on the traditions because they only now how to come to my house and they will not be able do it them selves since they have never learned and do not know the why or how of many of the traditions that they enjoy.
I have rambled to long.....
Sunday, September 24, 2006
Celia and Morgan we did not forget you
Don't think you are not loved it was just that you took longer to upload and for me to sit down and do an entry... it has been busy here and you have both been missed. O.k. maybe it is just the slave labor that you provide but you are missed.
The holidays are just no the same with out you. This year it was just Ashleigh and me doing the cooking o.k. it was me doing the cooking and Ashleigh doing the taste testing... amazing, after she had done her job so well that we had anything to serve to anyone else.
There were many messages of love and good wishes for everyone who was not with us
The Gledhill Crew was wishing Celia and Sean a Rosh Hashana but Morgan you have your own fan club.
The Jumilla Bugs had their wishes to share with Morgan and with Celia and Sean.
And there are so many more of us that are wishing you a 5767 filled with good health and many moments to make good memories.
Don't think you are not loved it was just that you took longer to upload and for me to sit down and do an entry... it has been busy here and you have both been missed. O.k. maybe it is just the slave labor that you provide but you are missed.
The holidays are just no the same with out you. This year it was just Ashleigh and me doing the cooking o.k. it was me doing the cooking and Ashleigh doing the taste testing... amazing, after she had done her job so well that we had anything to serve to anyone else.
There were many messages of love and good wishes for everyone who was not with us
The Gledhill Crew was wishing Celia and Sean a Rosh Hashana but Morgan you have your own fan club.
The Jumilla Bugs had their wishes to share with Morgan and with Celia and Sean.
And there are so many more of us that are wishing you a 5767 filled with good health and many moments to make good memories.
Thursday, September 21, 2006
Sam this one's for you....
And now that I
have done this one there will be more.
And now that I
have done this one there will be more.(sung to the tune of me and my arrow)
Sam and Her Bubbie...dadada..dddddd
She loves her Bubbie ...dadadaddddd
o.k. so it's only 2 lines
And Sam's Bubbie lovers her too.
As 5767 Approaches....
Next week we Jews will begin our 5767th year on this earth! Who would have believed this possible? If anyone had told Abraham that his people would be around this long he probably would have been astounded.
Imagine, we did this without beheading anyone on TV, without a single suicide bomber, without kidnapping and murdering school children, without slaughtering Olympic athletes and without flying airplanes into skyscrapers.
We lasted this long despite 400 years as slaves in Egypt, 40 years of wandering in the desert, the mighty Roman army who nailed us to ten thousand crosses; despite the best efforts of fervent Crusaders, the Spanish Inquisition, Hitler's third Reich, Stalin's gulags, Arab wars of annihilation and 100 years of hateful terrorism, hundreds of hate-filled UN resolutions!
How did we Jews do it? We survived by concentrating our efforts on education, love of family, faith, hard work, helping one another and a passionate dedication to life no matter what evil befell us!
We hung in there in hope the rest of the world would one day overcome it's hatreds, jealousies, violence and join us in a life of cooperation and mutual respect.
We're not there yet, but we're still hopeful. And when so many of us enter our places of worship next weekend, this is what we'll pray for with all the strength in our hearts.
Best wishes for a New Year filled with health, happiness, laughter, success, joy, and kindness and may this coming year bring peace and security to Israel and to the Jewish communities in the Diaspora.
5767 and counting!
L'Shana Tova
From The Bruin Boy Bunch
Next week we Jews will begin our 5767th year on this earth! Who would have believed this possible? If anyone had told Abraham that his people would be around this long he probably would have been astounded.
Imagine, we did this without beheading anyone on TV, without a single suicide bomber, without kidnapping and murdering school children, without slaughtering Olympic athletes and without flying airplanes into skyscrapers.
We lasted this long despite 400 years as slaves in Egypt, 40 years of wandering in the desert, the mighty Roman army who nailed us to ten thousand crosses; despite the best efforts of fervent Crusaders, the Spanish Inquisition, Hitler's third Reich, Stalin's gulags, Arab wars of annihilation and 100 years of hateful terrorism, hundreds of hate-filled UN resolutions!
How did we Jews do it? We survived by concentrating our efforts on education, love of family, faith, hard work, helping one another and a passionate dedication to life no matter what evil befell us!
We hung in there in hope the rest of the world would one day overcome it's hatreds, jealousies, violence and join us in a life of cooperation and mutual respect.
We're not there yet, but we're still hopeful. And when so many of us enter our places of worship next weekend, this is what we'll pray for with all the strength in our hearts.
Best wishes for a New Year filled with health, happiness, laughter, success, joy, and kindness and may this coming year bring peace and security to Israel and to the Jewish communities in the Diaspora.
5767 and counting!
L'Shana Tova
From The Bruin Boy Bunch
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