A Week With a LOT of Cooking

I had a rather rare two afternoons off of work this week, and used my time to start getting our house in order for Pesach (did I mention my cleaning lady decided to go back to the Philippines? Baaaaad timing) and cook for chesed. As more (and more) men have been called back to reserve duty, there is a huge need to assist their families. Some of these men have been "in" for more than 400 days......

I reached out to the local contact person for HaOgen for Drafted Families and told her I could make two meals for families. They used to keep a spreadsheet that was accessible by volunteers; the last time I checked, there were 34 families. She told me that, in our city alone, there are now 270 families asking for help from the organization. 

I was so happy to be able to help a woman with 7 year-old twins. She likes to eat healthy, and when I offered her some dinner choices she jumped at tofu with brown rice. She they got that, spring rolls and a fruit salad.

The other family has 9 (!!) kids and ate gluten-free. That was quite a challenge as I really have no idea of what are appropriate quantities for that number of people (and I also thought the mom was telling me that there were only three at home. Gd bless my lousy Hebrew.....She was saying that three people would NOT be home that night. Eek. Good thing I put in my "regular meal" plus a deli platter and baguettes, assuming that I was not understanding something)

And then the woman who organizes meals for families in my little neighborhood asked if I could cook for two families this week as well. While I'm not really friendly with either woman, these are (English-speaking) people who live right me. In for a penny, in for a pound, I decided. I bought a LOT of chopped meat, woke up early before work and rolled over 4 dozen meatballs and made oatmeal-chocolate chip bar cookies. 

everyone got meatballs, rice, fresh vegetables with hummus and cookies

(Lucky for Shalom Shachne and me, we had lots of leftovers from Shabbos so, aside from making a soup and some salads, I didn't cook much for us!)

Then last night, Thursday, I did my usual baking for families with a medical crisis and then looked at the lists going around for what food was needed for soldiers. Having had a big food chesed week already, I did not sign up for anything until Thursday night, in case I was "done". Ended up making a vegan main (there are lots of vegan soldiers. Actually, just  lots  of vegans in general) of quinoa brown rice pilaf with chick peas. Then two trays of oatmeal chocolate chip bars (I think I've got the recipe memorized by now!)

Woke up this morning to do my Shabbos cooking and felt it was no problem to do a little more: one of the lists going around had only one blank on it: gluten-free cookies. As Henry V says, "Once more: into the breach!". Or, in this case, to the oatmeal-chocolate chip bars but this time with GF oats and GF flour. (PS: in this vein, the organization WheatFree Warriors could use a little financial help. 100% of donations goes to getting GF food soldiers and displaced families with celiac disease)

This post is not to get nice comments from people, it's to encourage ALL OF US to do more to help others and stretch ourselves to make the world a better place. 

Shabbat Shalom. May it be peaceful.

Shabbat (with 13 people plus a dog in the mamad)

As Penina and Menashe were heading up to bed in the guest room/mamad she said something like, "I hope not to, but I'm fairly sure I'll see you all later. Good night!".  

The timing of Friday night's ballistic missile was much more "civilized" (likely the only time I will use that word in relation to the #$^&^! Houthis) and the air raid siren went off at 10:30 pm. In we all trooped, and, boy, we were quite a crowd. Cousin Coby's yeshiva was having their school-wide Shabbaton in our city, so he and three friends were staying on the third floor just for sleeping, with their meals elsewhere (and YAY for Coby for running a blazing fast 10K in the Ashkelon Road Race Friday morning: 44.43!!!). Ilana was staying with three friends from seminary in her room (squeezed in like sardines!) and Philly's own Eitan GS was in the den (and YAY for Eitan who ran 15K in Ashkelon that morning and had an amazing race!!! [So impressed with both of them because it was very cold and pouring rain Friday morning. Eek!]). So we did, indeed, fit 13 people plus a dog in our mamad (Ilana, her friends and I sat with Penina on her bed and everyone else was on/around/standing near Menashe's). Extra points to Coby's friend who, when the siren went off, thought to grab the candy platter off the dining room table where they had been hanging out and playing games. Since everyone had only briefly met upon arrival, this was our "ice breaker" time. Sheesh.....Quite convivial, though! And the rest of Shabbat was "quiet" (that's the code word everyone uses for "missile-free") and wonderful in every way, b''H. 

Sunday morning, I went for a gentle, relaxing, lovely 4K run before work. I pulled a leg muscle in December and I'm still working on my rehab. And it was, indeed, gentle, relaxing and lovely until km 3.5. I was near enough to home that I could see my block and also at the uphill part at the end where I was thinking of just walking the last 1/2 km since it was uphill and I'm trying not to push my body too much. And then I had the very weird experience on CLEARLY hearing the azaka siren, but in the distance. Pulled out my phone: nothing on the app (kind of funny that I pulled out my phone; believe me, you do not need to look at your phone to hear it when the Homefont Command app goes off). Maybe I was wrong and I was hearing an ambulance or something? No, ambulances don't have that kind of sustained WHOOOOOOOOOOO. So maybe it was too far away for me to need to do anything about. Meanwhile I was slogging up the hill. Then I heard the BOOM BOOM of the missile being intercepted and decided that I would *really* rather not be outside during this. The thought of possibly needing to lie down on the sidewalk with my hands over my head for ten minutes while I can SEE my house was just so unpleasant that I ran almost the whole way home (one walking break when my lungs were in total rebellion) and shaved an entire minute off my per kilometer time for that last bit 😂

Turns out that much of the country had an azaka and our city was juuuuust outside the zone that got the alert. For those of you know the area, the moshav where Shalom Shachne goes horseback riding had a siren. The part of our city that is literally across the street from the moshav did not. But people in that part of the city were every more confused than I was because they heard the siren quite loudly. 

my Whatsapp status

Today, I'm taking "before work" off to write this. My body is still recovering from that last 1/2 km!

Aaaaaaand: We're Back

 To incoming missiles from the #$&^%^ Houthis, that is....

They're back to their malevolent schemes between 3-4 in the morning (I'll give them this: they were very punctual this morning 🙄

 

When I had trouble falling back asleep, I used my time well and got a huge head start on Shabbbat cooking and baking for chessed. Except that it was really challenging as I hadn't done my grocery shopping yet.....

three cakes for soldiers and one for the weekly drop off for families with a medical crisis. One for late-night munching by Cousin Coby and his yeshiva buddies who will be staying here

Just to keep things interesting, the @#$%&& Houthis tossed over another one this evening:

I was in a mamad with about 12 other people this evening and the general reaction, despite the news almost-immediately saying the missile was from Yemen and the Houthis, was wondering if that could *really* be true because 7:30 pm "just isn't their time".

b''H both missiles shot down outside of Israel. 

Hoping for a quiet Shabbat. Especially because we are hosting a record-breaking number of people. While I think our mamad can fit 14 people plus a dog, I'd really rather not find out....

Purim 2025

Purim this year was Thursday night and Friday day, which led to the rather unusual "Purim Meshulash", which doesn't mean a lot to most people, unless you live near a walled city, like: JERUSALEM (of which we are a suburb). As the OU Orthodox Union says: "some of the mitzvos of Purim cannot be fulfilled on Shabbos, and they are observed instead on Friday and Sunday. In such instances, Purim in Yerushalayim spans three days, and that is why it is called Purim Meshulash (the three day Purim)". The next Purim Meshulash won't be for 20 years (!)

We in the burbs (like most people around the world) had the unusual situation of having our Purim seduah meal and ASAP after getting ready for Shabbos. Large numbers of Jerusalemites came to our city on Thursday/Friday and vice versa on Sunday. Ilana came with four friends on Friday morning and then went back to spend Shabbat in Jersualem. (I will just say that it was blissfully boring being here on Sunday and the lack of traffic was fabulous!)

It was lovely to host Menashe's family for the festive meal 

Iosi is in the middle, in the Pink Panther costume. We were a very colorful crowd!

and fun to dress up

Percy as a very tired cowboy with sparkly hat and bandana

This year's Mishloach Manot gift packages were, sadly, very similar to last year:

"A donation has been made in your honor to the Kedma Support for Army Families Initiative. These funds are used to buy gift cards to restaurants that are then given to army wives and kids--thereby supporting both milium families and Israeli small businesses. As an added level of support, your donation will also provide both recreational and therapeutic programs for milium kids"

And a list of current hostages and their names to daven for 

Can't believe that we've just had our second Purim at war (preceded by the second Simchat Torah, Chanukah, Tu B'Shevat, sigh sigh sigh)

Omer Shem Tov is Home!

 b''H, he was released from captivity on Shabbat. In all, six hostages were released that day (Omer, Tal Shocham, Eliya Cohen, Omer Wenkert, Avera Mengitsu and Hisham al-Sayed).

Yet another disgusting handover ceremony by Hamas, with Omer being required to kiss two of his captors on the forehead and "wave to the crowd" before going with the Red Cross (who continue to stun me with their absolute uselessness; two other hostages, Evyatar David and Guy Gilboa-Dalal, were brought in a van and made to watch these six hostages get freed. And then taken back into captivity. The Red Cross [aside from that they have visited NO hostages AT ALL in over 500 days] have been reported to have seen these two hostages and did.....NOTHING.

Omer lost 37 pounds while in captivity, and was kept alone for 450 days in a tunnel. 

https://www.gov.il/en/pages/event-omer-semtov220225

In an interview with the "Meaningful Minute", Shelly Shem Tov said that she began keeping Shabbat exactly a year ago, on Shabbat Mishpatim, and has kept Shabbat ever since. "She claims it's not coincidence he was released on exactly the same Shabbat. She says that just as she kept Shabbat, Shabbat saved them"

May Omer regain his physical- and mental health soon. If the prayers of a nation can help, he's certainly got them.

Omer Shem Tov

I heard Shelly Shem-Tov, mother of hostage Omer, speak a few months ago. Omer has asthma and celiac disease and that strikes so close to my heart (I have asthma and two of our kids have celiac disease. And each time released hostages speak of their entire food rations being one pita bread a day, I think of Omer).

Last week, Shelly spoke about what it's like seeing other hostages being released and reunited with their families:

"I have birth to my Omer by Cesarean section and I didn't feel the contractions. Now I feel like I'm in moments of severe labor. They ask me to breathe deeply to ease the pain. Every moment is an eternity. The hours of a normal birth have turned into weeks. Every Shabbat is harder than the next. When I'm in it, it's an imaginary delivery room. There are other mothers there. They receive their children. The sight of this becomes harder and harder every week. I have no control.

I know that everything is accurate and my Omer will come to me in the right place and at the right time. He is alive....And like during the birth, when they placed him on my chest, this time I will run to him and hug him and cry. I will cry with joy. My child will be born again. I pray to the Creator of the World that it will be this week and I need your help. Dear women, you will help me. You are my midwives. On Shabbat, do an act of strengthening for him. Whoever is able to keep this Shabbat for Omer, I will be so very grateful to them. I know it is very difficult, but just because it is so difficult, Gd will reward us for it and Omer will be guarded and protected."

It was announced yesterday that Omer Shem-Tov is on the list of hostages set for release this Shabbat. Please Gd.

Shabbat Shalom

From Sam Kramer, who started the "Good News Israel" Whatsapp group

From Sam Kramer, who started the "Good News Israel" Whatsapp group:

 *I struggle with what to write to all of you…but I can’t just be quiet.*

The images and posts all over the Internet right now are searing and burning and brutal. Memories, videos, tributes…

each one a dagger

My mind is saying, “Shut it all off. Stop scrolling. It won’t bring them back and it won’t help anyone to keep scrolling.
 *If only there was somewhere to go to only see the good news, the miracles and support for us from around the world…”*

The eternal optimist here, that’s my role…we must believe with all of our hearts and our souls, without allowing a 

shadow of a doubt to enter our thoughts - that the tears, prayers, hugs and cries are the final tipping point toward 

redemption. The end. It has to be. Mashiach will be here by morning.

Tomorrow. Tomorrow…

The next 24 hours…let us love, unite, empathize and be one - for the kidnapped, for their families, for our fallen who 

will return home tomorrow and in the coming days to receive their right to eternal rest, for the fighters, for the wounded 

in body and soul, for those dearest to us who we lost in this war, for the State of Israel.

Someone suggested … Perhaps don’t broadcast the images of horror tomorrow, don't spread anything on the networks.

Only the Israeli flag. Everywhere. Let's show them, the scum of humanity who trade in the lives of those dearest to us,

that we are invincible. When we are together, we defeat even the purest evil, all those who rose up against us to 

destroy us - have been defeated. And we are here, we will always be here and we will always win. We are a free people

 in our land and our hope will never be lost.

G-d save us, comfort us and renew our strength so that we may serve You with joy and love. Please bring us peace 

and only goodness - Mashiach - very soon.

We will rise up from the darkness - strong. proud. better…somehow…we always do 

Raise the Israeli flag tomorrow, everywhere. They are coming home. 

Sam Kramer 

*Join Israel Good News Only WhatsApp Group:* https://chat.whatsapp.com/GGpXC0w4lgNLtfkO7WZXV3

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