One Bite At A TIme

Headlines about Israel are dire. Again. The country’s very existence is threatened. Again. 

Stress levels were high yesterday evening as Israelis rushed, jostled and elbowed their way as if their very survival depended upon it. 

All for donuts.

Headlines may scream out, attack, threaten, but Israelis shrug their shoulders and deal with priorities. Like getting the tastiest, freshest batch of sufganiyot (donuts) for Chanukah.

Last night was the first night of Chanukah and to feel the real spirit of this holiday, you have to head to the bakery. 

Which is what we did.

Here are the latest sufganiya headlines:

Sufganiot selling like hotcakes in Ra’anana’s Amit Bakery.

The bakery was packed as people elbowed their way to the tables filled with a variety of donuts. As soon as a tray was put down, people grabbed empty cartons, a pair of pincers and set to work filling their boxes. And when the tray sadly sat empty, a smiling baker came out with a fresh tray and the exercise continued again.

At one point, the owner cried out “Sabrinot, Sabrinot,” as if we were in a shuk. The pulse quickened and the pincers clicked. I looked down at the popular tray and saw donuts that defied the definition of donut: cream-filled, cherry bedecked and chocolate streaked. 

Sabrinot, Sabrinot!

The mere sight of them created a donut impulse like never before. We ran back inside and were soon in sufganiya Sabrina heaven.

Roladin presents 12 unique flavors for 2013.

We left Amit and headed to Roladin, the largest chain of bakeries in the country featuring a nadir of gourmet flavors. This year’s flavors include the Rosha Ferulina with crème anglaise, walnut chunks, chocolate coating bedecked with bitter chocolate shavings. The Malabi is chocolate filled and topped with white chocolate coating and coconut shavings, while the Biscotella is cream filled with chunks of Oreo cookies topped with Oreo cookies chunks and finished with a generous helping of whipping cream.

Roladin was abuzz with excitement and the busy staff were wearing festive shirts with the words “I love Chanukah. ” Even the donut boxes were dressed up. Across the box were the words “Life Tastes Better With Roladin.” We are in Hebrew-speaking Israel, but according to Roladin’s take on delicious, life tastes better in English.

Whatever the language or flavor, the focus here is on good times. Here in tenuous, tiny Israel,  we take life one delicious bite at a time. 

Happy Hannukah. 

Chag Sameach

Be Healthy, Be Happy, Be You.

They call it the happiest five-kilometer run on the planet. Tel Aviv recently hosted an unofficial version of a Color Run™. ‪Color Runs began in 2012 to help promote health and happiness. There have been 170 events in over 30 countries so far.

Last Friday, thousands of runners came out to Hayarkon Park, including my husband, son and daughter. I declined, as I was turned off at the idea of inhaling paint particles. Turns out it was a great time for a great cause.

What is a color run? Runners wear white shirts and sunglasses. As they run, bystanders throw paint powder, dousing runners from head to toe with paint. By the end of the race, participants resemble human tie-dye.

Apparently, the paint is environmentally friendly paint powder made from cornstarch. It is also a great opportunity for Nirlat, an Israeli paint company, to display their wares.

My daughter, who ran with the organization Yachad, took the body painting aspect to a new level. Before the race began, she found herself in a paint fight and became covered from scalp to calves in globules of paint that later required intense scrubbing to remove. How did she get covered in indelible paint when the race was all about removable, healthy paint powder? Only she will know. 

Turns out, the Tel Aviv race was a little different than the traditional Color Run as bystanders did not throw paint on the runners. Instead, race organizers tossed paint from five different color stations. Perhaps leaving paint tossing to Israeli bystanders was a little too risky for  our enthusiastic, assertive population.  My husband finished the race unscathed. 'Too clean,' he concluded.

The Tel Aviv Color Run had corporate sponsors and was organized to raise awareness for Natal, the Israeli Trauma Center for Victims of Terror and War. Post Traumatic Stress Disorder (PTSD) is often called a ‘transparent wound injury'; victims look fine on the outside but suffer terribly from stress on the inside. Since its beginning, Natal has helped 160,000 people who have suffered from post-trauma, as well as their families.  They offer therapists who work with victims in Arabic, Amharic, Russian, French, English and Spanish.

The event was also held on the 40^th anniversary of the Yom Kippur War. Some forty years later, many Israelis are still emotionally scarred from this war. Many of the runners were PTSD sufferers and the symbolism of this run was to have these victims become more visible as they become covered in colorful paint. Some 1,000 combat soldiers participated in the run. The run ended with a big event for Natal, lots of loud music and colorful fun.

In Israel, sweetness and sorrow are often tied into one tight, complex knot. Israelis suffer, yet they know how to rejoice and run on with their lives. This event was very symbolic of Life In Israel. 

Here is a promotional video:

Two Are Better Than One

What does a box of Cheerios have to do with the wise words of King Solomon?

My daughter picked up the cereal box sitting on the counter and glanced at it. Her eyes lit up. “Those words are from Kohelet!”

I looked at the box and saw a pretty young woman peeking through a Cheerio. I translated the Hebrew words into English. “Because four are better than one.” I looked up at her puzzled.

She explained. The full sentence from Kohlelet (Ecclesiastes Chapter 4, verse 9) reads, ‘Two are better than one, for they have a good return for their labor.’

“Here,” she said, pointing to the box like it was a school blackboard, “it is promoting Multigrain Cheerios. And since they are made with four grains, they changed the sentence to say that ‘four are better than one.’”

I would have never picked up on this and was proud that my daughter, our resident Torah scholar, had identified the wise words of King Solomon, son of David and Bathsheba, written some 3,000 years ago.

From the courts of King Solomon to a kitchen in Ra’anana, Israel is indeed a place where Torah lives, although in strange ways. Apparently, most Israelis are ingrained (excuse the cereal pun) with this knowledge and so it seeps into media, advertising and everyday language.

If two are better than one, is four better than one? Was the ad agency trying to tell us that the multigrain version was better because it was healthier? Ironically, that same box of cereal had a short shelf life in my house. 

A few days later, I read about GMOs in Cheerios and tossed the box in the garbage. Apparently General Mills uses genetically modified ingredients to manufacture the cereal. And because the FDA refuses to label foods that contain harmful GMOs, the public is for the most part unaware. Four is not better than one.

However, I recently learned that Nestle, the European branch of General Mills, manufactures GMO-free Multi Cheerios. It is a relief to know that in Israel there is a GMO-free version of this breakfast cereal. Perhaps four is better than one, but I have already opted for the gluten-free, sugar-free, GMO-free variety. My kids say these choices are also taste-free, but we must do our own due diligence, look out for each other and do what is best.

Kohelet’s words apply today as much as they did three millennia ago:

Two are better than one,
because they have a good return for their labor:
If either of them falls down,
one can help the other up.

Shalom Avichai

Saturday night was Tassim, the annual right of passage for B’nai Akiva youth. It was the culmination of chodesh irgun, Movement Month, and I imagine many parents sigh in relief to see the month over. 

The B’nai Akiva youth group is very popular here in Israel. This religious Zionist youth movement was established in 1929. The Hebrew letters taf and ayin adorn the logo; taf represents Torah and ayin is for avoda or work. The movement wanted to combine Torah values with a work ethic and placed a heavy emphasis on dedicating effort to building the land of Israel. Today, there are B’nai Akiva branches in 23 countries across the world and it has over 125,000 members, mainly modern Orthodox Jews.

Since I did not grow up with B’nai Akiva, I always found chodesh irgun very puzzling. It begins slowly with events a few nights a week at the snif (branch) of B’nai Akiva. The kids in grade nine are specially honored at the end of this month as they receive their shevet (tribe) name. So all religious children across the country who are 14 years old take this extremely seriously even if they had never before attended a B’nai Akiva activity.

This may sound a bit like Fred Flintstone’s unusual initiation by the Grand Poobah into the Loyal Order of Water Buffaloes. But b’nai akiva puts Fred’s water buffalo horns aside and replaces them with large Israeli flags.

The whole month, the kids practice a type of parade. They bring broomsticks from home and learn to march in sequence. They also paint the snif, which is a code word for painting each other. Case in point; my son came home last week covered in what must have been the snif’s entire inventory of paint. His hair was so thickly matted with paint, he felt like a bronze sculpture. I followed a trail of paint to the bathroom only to find a pile of gooey splotchy clothes that could have been an abstract art exhibit.

In the final week, the kids then attend a leila lavan or white night, which means they stay up all night. I still do not know what they did all night. The only information I got from my son was that it was ‘fun.’ The religious high schools are supportive of this and for one week, classes start late. The days after leila lavan and Tassim are also school holidays. So basically, the modern orthodox community across the country supports a month-long fest of paintball and broomsticks.

Last Saturday night was the big event. The mayor, the senior B'nai Akiva rabbi of Ra'anana and every B’nai Akiva member and family member was there. The kids were pumped.  They had traded in the broomsticks for real flags and their paint-splotched T-shirts for crisp white B’nai Akiva shirts. They stood in two lines, one for boys and one for girls. The madrichim (counselors) jumped around with microphones and screamed ‘smol, yamin, smol, yamin, smol’ (left, right, left, right, left) over and over again for about two hours while the kids ran around in a frenzy with their flags held high.

And then the moment came; time for a name. Everyone was hushed and then a grand banner appeared up high with the name AVICHAI. There was clapping and cheering and dancing and flag waving. A new tribe was officially born.

I will be honest. I don’t get it. However, I have heard stories about what many so-called worldly 14-year old kids are doing and they would not consider running around holding flags to be ‘fun.’ I am grateful our 14 year olds are expending their energy in a healthy, clean way, socializing in a supervised environment and waving the Israeli flag with great pride.

As I drove my son back, I said to him with great relief, “Well, that’s over.”

“No it’s not. We have to meet at 10:30 for the all-night initiation. We need flashlights, water and a snack. See ‘ya tomorrow.”

Life in Israel for growing kids is on another level.  Just take a look at the thirteen principles of B’nai Akiva.

‪The CHAVER/A :

‪1. Is loyal to the Torah of G-D, His people, Land and Language

‪2. Sets aside definite periods for the study of Torah

‪3. Loves work and hates idleness

‪4. Sees the future of the Jewish people in Eretz Yisrael

‪5. Is kind and courteous to all

‪6. Acts as a brother to chaverim and is prepared to assist them at all times

‪7. Obeys his parents, teachers and leaders

‪8. Is pure in thought and action

‪9. Is truthful

‪10. Loves nature

‪11. Is always cheerful and pleasant

‪12. Is thrifty

‪13. Looks after his health

We are living in an enriched society here in Israel and for this I feel thankful. I drove home alone. I may not get the brouhaha (which incidentally is originally from the Hebrew Baruch Haba), but how can a parent complain?

We're All One Family

 

Living in Israel, incredible, heart-warming opportunities are right at our doorstep. Last week, we had the privilege of being with a group of very special Canadians on a day of the OneFamily Fund hike. This organization helps families who are victims of terror.

The organization was founded in 2000 during the height of the Intifada, when a young girl from Jerusalem decided to donate her bat mitzvah money to those affected by terror attacks in Israel. One Family Fund  is now funded entirely by private contributions and sustained by field workers, counselors and hundreds of volunteers who help the families and injured victims function. Unfortunately, more Israelis have been murdered and injured by acts of terror than in all of Israel’s wars.

Each year, the Canadian division of One Family raises money and hikes the land. And on each visit, they focus their footsteps on a different part of Israel. On the last hike, they trekked across the Mitzpe Ramon crater. This year, 50 participants came to explore the trails of the Judean Hills just outside Jerusalem. They stayed at a zimmer near the trail and after breakfast each morning, they put on their hiking boots, packed a hearty lunch and headed to off to the trail with a guide and medic.

The day we joined the One Family Hike, they were following the Nahal Sorek trail, crossing over two mountain ridges. It was a fresh October morning and everyone was friendly, eager and energized. Autumn, with its deep blue skies and refreshing breeze, is an ideal time to hike in Israel.

When we started off, I noticed a hiker had a tag attached to his bag. On it was a color photo, a name and a story. Looking around, I saw every hiker had a tag, yet each bore a different name and face.

As we took a break in a shaded area of Ya’ar Kedusha, the guide explained that six million trees had been planted on these slopes and in the valleys in memory of the six million Jews who perished in the Holocaust. I looked up at the lush hills covered in pines and realized that these very slopes were once rocky and barren. So many trees; so many lives lost.

We trudged up and came to a sculpture atop a ridge. One half depicted twisted barbed wire, consuming flames and the deep agony of a persecuted people. Yet the other half showed proud soldiers carrying a menorah, and people dancing amidst the Jewish flag of a nation rebuilt.

There are two stories to the Jewish people, and agony and despair are still a daily reality in this fledgling nation. 

The guide asked one of the hikers to read the tag on his backpack. We all sat silently on this verdant green hilltop, in the shadow of this sculpture and heard of a young girl who was meeting her friend in Netanya when a pipe bomb exploded outside a fast food restaurant, killing her. She was vibrant, social and had her whole life ahead of her. She was just doing what every child loves to do--have fun with her friends. Her crime? Being a Jew and living in the land of Israel. 

The words of the hiker were lost in a sob. We all sat in silence. Nothing can heal such a loss.

And then another hiker was asked to read the story of the young man on his bag. A high school student from Haifa was riding the bus home. He sat and talked happily with his girlfriend. She kissed him goodbye, and he waved to her as she stepped off the bus. A few blocks later, the bus was blown into bits by a suicide bomber, taking his life and murdering many others. He too was popular and smart and had a full, beautiful life ahead of him that was snatched away too soon.

We walked with these heavy emotions, yet were buoyed by views that stretched all the way to the glistening Mediterranean.

On some days of this powerful hiking experience, survivors' families join the group.  In the evenings, the participants  hear more stories first hand from parents, siblings and spouses of Israelis who have lost loved ones to terror and directly from rehabilitated victims themselves.

Thanks to One Family, Israeli victims of terror receive financial, medical, legal and psychological assistance, workshops and retreats, children’s camps, as well as warmth and compassion.

This year, the Canadians raised over $100,000. Hiking this beautiful country one step at a time, and connecting to the Israeli victims with great compassion, they proved that we are all one family.