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June 8, 2007

Have Jews lost their mojo?

I took a break from the hood the other night to speak to a large Conservative synagogue in Palos Verdes called Congregation Ner Tamid — and I used a word that got me in trouble. The occasion was a showing of “Obsession” — a documentary on the rise of radical Islam and the worldwide terror that has accompanied it — and it was sponsored by CAMERA, an organization that counteracts anti-Israel bias in the mainstream media.

“Obsession” assaults you with the hatred that fuels the fire of radical Islam.

The film points out that the majority of Muslims are not radical Islamists, but when it hones in on the radicals, the words and images make your skin crawl.

You see an old sheik, speaking to what looks like 100,000 people, pulling out a sword and exhorting his screaming flock to kill every Jew they can find. One radical Muslim after another is shown giving motivational speeches on the fine art of Jew-hatred. And Jew-killing. Lots and lots of Jew-killing.

But here’s the crazy part: There’s not a word from the Jew-haters about the dreaded Occupation. Not a peep about roadblocks or fences or the oppressive policies of the Zionist occupier, which, as we are so often reminded, lie “at the heart” of our enemies’ discontent. The Jew-haters are honest: they want Jews dead. All Jews. Roadblocks or no roadblocks. West Bank or no West Bank.

Talk about an inconvenient truth.

When you see all this Jew-hatred, it’s tempting to be dismissive and say “These are only the radicals; there are many more moderates.” Or to get all cynical because “The radicals will always want to kill us. So what’s new?” These are great coping mechanisms that help us maintain our composure. But here’s what’s new: The radicals aren’t just getting bigger and bolder on the battlefield, they’re also, amazingly, winning the PR war.

Who would have figured that two years after our heart-wrenching evacuation of Gaza — two years of continued relentless attacks from an enemy that brazenly calls for our destruction — we’d be the target of a boycott from British professors? Again, it’s tempting to get all blasé and say “Been there, done that.”

But this blasé attitude is a reason why we are losing the PR battle: We assume that getting all worked up about stuff doesn’t really make a difference, or that it’s not very becoming of Jews. The practical thing to do is to stay composed and look for solutions.

Well, here’s a practical idea: Let’s all take a time-out from “solutions” and get a little worked up. Let’s stop being so composed and start being outraged.
Because if we continue like this, the whole world, except for America and Micronesia, will be boycotting Israel.

Israel needs the Diaspora to get more emotional right now — because emotional outrage wins PR battles. Our enemy understands that a lot better than we do.
The most effective TV interview I ever saw happened about five years ago on a major network, while Israel was in the midst of numerous suicide bombings. The anchorman asked Knesset Speaker Avraham Burg, a very composed and sophisticated man, why Israel could not arrest these suicide bombers. Well, you should have seen the outrage on Mr. Burg’s face.

With clenched fists and an almost growling voice, he said something like: “But how do you expect us to do that when they can blow up in one second?”

It was visceral, it was sincere and it didn’t come from talking points. It came from his heart, and I guarantee you it played well in Wisconsin.

After seeing the Jew-hatred in “Obsession,” it was hard not to get worked up when I spoke at the Palos Verdes synagogue. I wanted the Jew-haters of the world to know that we have as much passion to defend Jewish lives as they have passion to destroy us.

But I got a little carried away. I said that we need to have our own Jihad — a Jihad for life — and to show the enemy that we believe in it as much as they believe in their “Jihad for death.”

A fellow Jew rose up in indignation. My clever twist did not amuse him. No matter how much I tried to explain the subtleties of turning our enemy’s word on its head to convey our own “noble struggle,” the word went too far for him.

I understood his discomfort, but maybe that’s precisely why we need to go there.

Our PR timidity has backfired on us. I’m not saying we should emulate “Wrestlemania” announcers (how sincere do they look?), but I am saying that we need to get bolder and more emotional. It makes us more human.

For example, when the bombs fall on Sderot, instead of empty clichés like “no terrorist is immune” and “this is unacceptable” and so forth, we should have the guts to run ads all over the world and get on CNN and the BBC and say things like: “We gave them land, and they gave us war.” “This proves that the occupation was never the key problem,” and “How would England respond if the same amount of bombs fell on Manchester?”

These are not think-tank words, they’re real words. If we can deliver them with the same intensity Mr. Burg used five years ago, the world will better understand the justness of our cause.

The amazing thing about the PR battle is that it’s probably the only area right now where we can win. The political, military and diplomatic landscapes are a mess, but the PR landscape is wide open. Especially post-disengagement, there are numerous PR victories that are ours for the taking.

In a brilliant article in Haaretz, Moshe Arens explains why you can’t deter terrorists, you can only fight them. It’s time for Jews of all stripes to get their mojo back, and join the PR fight.

Even if your only weapon is your PC, and your mouth.


The ‘Obsession’ trailer

David Suissa, an advertising executive, is founder of OLAM magazine and Meals4Israel.com. He can be reached at dsuissa@olam.org.

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Working Girl

I’m a multitasker. I can type an e-mail and conduct a conference call; I can watch a reel and read a memo. I can rub my tummy and pat my head, or pat your tummy and rub your head — which sounds like a lot more fun.

Point is, I can do two things at once and do them both well. But not everyone thinks so. Last week, my friends and I were downing Thai at Red Corner Asia when my married buddy Marc asked, “Carin, why do you think you’re waiting to get married?”

“Top answer on the board? Can’t marry myself.”

“Well, that. But I thought of you today,” he said. “I read that a lot of women now spend their 20s focused on their career, not on dating. Then they wake up one day to find themselves successful, but alone. It’s a tragedy.”

A tragedy? Come on, “Othello” is a tragedy. My social life? A comedy. Well, maybe more like a one-hour dramedy. Like “Ugly Betty” or “Desperate Housewives” or “Ally McBeal” — except not ugly. Or desperate. Or stick skinny. You’re picturing my tight curves now, aren’t you? Pretty hot, huh? Well stop dreaming and keep reading.

I’m an accomplished exec. I worked hard to get here. I work hard for the money. But work never gets in the way of dating, and dating never gets in the way of work.

Yet suddenly, this working girl feels defensive. If I just happened to still be single, it’s a matter of bad luck, bad timing or bad boys. I’m not to blame. It’s just how life goes on for me. But if I’m still single ‘cuz I focused on my job, then it’s my own fault I’m hauling around that “Miss” before my name.

According to Marc, I could be married by now, if only I’d been a huge failure.

Why, oh why, couldn’t I be a huge failure? Why did I have to be born witty and smart? Graduate Phi Beta Kappa? Earn my VP stripes? Why did I have to be confident, competent and driven? If only I’d remained entry level, I could be happily hitched by now.

Maybe Marc’s right. Maybe I should switch up my focus, take time off of work to concentrate on dating. That’s the ticket. I’ll walk into HR and ask to take my maternity leave early. What? Equal rights — why should some women get a three-month leave and not others? Instead of spending three months playing with a new baby, I’ll spend three months looking for a new man. Miss Hathaway, hold my calls. I won’t be in today, I’m going on a bachelor hunt.

C’mon. My work never stopped me from working it. If anything, men find my success sexy. They like a woman who can pay for her own meal — and kiss like no other. So it’s not that I’ve been waiting to get married; I’ve been waiting for my prince to come. And waiting. And waiting. Still waiting….

Actually, why I am still waiting? Why hasn’t a hot chick like me been swept up? Where are all my sweepers and suitors? And since when do I wait for anything? I’m a skip -to-the-front-of-the-velvet-rope kinda girl.

Maybe there is some truth to Marc’s statement. After all, we are the girl-power generation. We were told we could do anything, achieve everything, and be all that we can be. Where our moms had a wedding and kids right after college, we all got an apartment and a career. We were in no rush to get married. Now I’ve got an office and an assistant, but not a husband and a house. I didn’t intentionally avoid wearing the white dress while I cracked the glass ceiling. I know all work and no play makes me a dull Jew. I’ve dated a lot; I just haven’t closed the deal. I guess I always figured marriage would just kinda happen.

Sure, sometimes I worry that all the good ones have been taken. But I’m not taken, and I’m a good one. I’m a Tony the Tiger grrrreat one. Someone will be lucky to have me. So it’s more a matter of meeting my mensch.

Perhaps I should approach dating like I approach my job. Be a firecracker, be proactive, go after what I want. Start recruiting some fresh candidates, move meeting men to the top of my agenda. It’s nice to be successful; it would be nicer to celebrate that success with someone. To me, being married means being partners. It means supporting each other’s careers. It means sharing the joy of a new job, sharing the letdown of a layoff and sharing most of my new raise.

Life doesn’t have to be an either/or. I can have it all. I can do two things at once.

I can get engaged and get promoted. I can rule in the boardroom and the bedroom. I can take on a relationship and rock my power suit.

Or accept your rock and take off your power suit — which sounds like a lot more fun.

Carin Davis can be reached at sports@jewishjournal.com

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History and trends blend in Jerusalem as deluxe mixed-use center opens in historic area


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With style, fanfare and fireworks, the $400 million Mamilla Alrov commercial and residential quarter opened its Jerusalem stone doors to the public on May 28.

The only completed portion is a small section of the outdoor mall, but among its anticipated 138 stores are Israeli fashion chains and boutique shops, as well as high-end retail outfits like Tommy Hilfiger, MAC, Bebe, H. Stern and Ralph Lauren. To use a Los Angeles analogy, it may be fair to say that the Holy City has just welcomed its equivalent of The Grove.

Unlike The Grove, however, the Mamilla Alrov Quarter need not create artificial facades to evoke a historical texture. Built on the historic Rehov Mamilla, the quarter has been a restoration project as much as an effort in capitalism.

It served as the first trading center outside the Old City walls at the turn of the century.

Visitors can walk along a street where Jordanian snipers fired at indigent Israelis who lived there in the years following the War of Independence. The French Catholic Convent of Saint Vincent de Paul stands oddly between the Israeli clothing shop Renuar and Erroca Eyewear. Even though the Old City is a tourist magnet on Shabbat and holidays, all stores will be closed on the holy days.

One aim of the project is to contribute style to an area associated more with political and religious tension rather than colorful trends: the Jaffa Gate right outside the Old City walls.

By 2008 the complex will include 50 luxury residences and the five-star Alrov Mamilla Jerusalem Hotel, all designed by world-renowned Israeli Canadian architect Moshe Safdie. The hefty price tags of the condos range from $1.1 million to $13 million. Today, roughly 35 percent of the Mamilla properties have already been sold, mostly to foreign residents.

The project has been many decades in the making and is considered among the most ambitious and contentious enterprises ever undertaken in the city. The visionary behind the project is real-estate magnate Alfred Akirov, who built Tel Aviv’s Opera Tower and Treetop Towers. He and his associates endured long battles with government bureaucracy as well as environmental and religious groups objected to the construction of such a massive complex in an archeology-rich, hallowed neighborhood.

Safdie designed the project with sensitivity to the site’s archeology and history. Many of the historic structures have been restored or reassembled, using the original Jerusalem stone. One such structure is the Stern House, where Theodor Herzl stayed overnight during his visit to Jerusalem in 1898. The mall is generally proportionate with the architecture of the immediate environs. The greatest challenge in creating the complex has been “patience,” Safdie said.
In a city often touted as one of the poorest and politicized in Israel, Safdie believes the project will bring a much-needed revival to the commercial and cultural landscape in Jerusalem.

“I think the project is a bridge and connection, by uniting the Old City with the new city, the Arab side with the Israeli side. I think it will bring life to the entire central business district,” he said.

Those who still prefer the traditional Israeli shopping experience, where they can find bargains through old-fashioned haggling, can easily take a short walk down the path of the promenade, past the Jaffa Gate into the bustling shuk in the Arab Quarter.

“That’s what it’s all about,” Safdie said.


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I’ll love him like a brother … in-law

When I was growing up with two older sisters, the only thing I ever truly wanted was a brother — someone who could torment my sisters when I was tired. After realizing that I was the only reason my parents wouldn’t have another child, I was tempted to pray for an “accident,” but I quickly aborted that mission because the possibility of a younger brother wasn’t worth the agony of another sister.

It seemed as though my childhood quest to find a brother was hopeless until nine months ago. My wildest dreams came true when I received a call from my oldest sister saying she was engaged. Somebody up there must like me.

It also seemed that my years of being the butt of my sisters’ jokes were about to end as this man brought a much-needed gender balance to my family. But getting to know my sister’s fiancé was a very delicate procedure. I wasn’t just testing a potential suitor. I was also testing a potential brother.

During their year-and-a-half courtship, I examined our every encounter carefully, from how many ice cubes he used to the point spread after he beat me in basketball.

I knew what I wanted in a brother. He had to have three things to make it as a male in my book: intelligence, class and courage. Intelligence to appreciate a man like me. Class to train me how to be a player in the George Clooney mold.

And courage to protect me when the super villains discover my weakness.

Before he even proposed to my sister, he had already passed one of the tests.

The first time we met I wasn’t sure what to think of him. “I’ve heard a lot of good things about you, Jay,” he said. The man was a Mensa-level genius.

When he proposed to my sister, I waited for the perfect time to test his class: the Las Vegas bachelor party.

This information-technology professional, whom we were expected to wine and dine, ended up beating the pants off me in poker at the Mirage Hotel and Casino.

I had lost to him in b-ball and cards — not necessarily my strongest games — but I’d test him in an area where I excel.

As the seven of us entered a gentleman’s club off the Strip, I was thinking payback. I wanted to see how easy it would be to embarrass my future kin. This surplus of sin would truly prove to be an adequate environment to test his limits. Now he was playing in my court.

Compared to the rest of us, he was as reserved as a handicapped parking space. My sister would have been proud of his all-smiles-but-no-touch policy. The brotherhood we shared was apparently more important to him than the bountiful A-list “dancers” who surrounded us. Class? And then some.

I was shocked at how well he handled the situation. At that moment he truly deserved a hearty “yasher koach.”

As impressed as I was with him following the bachelor party, I still wasn’t totally convinced he would measure up to my expectations of what a big brother should be.

As the wedding approached during Memorial Day weekend, I knowingly put myself in harm’s way to see if he’d swoop in to rescue me. Would he exhibit the courage to square off against his own fiancée?

My sister and my future bro were fighting in the living room of our parents’ Pittsburgh home. As they were debating a minor sticking point about the placement of the kids’ table, I suggested they move it close to the bar.

My sister glared at me, the lasers in her eyes charged and ready to burn a hole right through me. He smirked at me, and then turned to face her down in the ultimate one-on-one battle.

“Baby, it’ll all work out,” he said, adding that he’d be there for her.

I realized then how much courage it must take to marry a woman in my family.
I still felt a little uneasy about accepting a new member into the family, even though he passed my three-pronged test. But when I saw my sister walk down the aisle with him during the ceremony, it dawned on me that it didn’t matter if I accepted him.

When I saw how happy my sister was, I realized that this wedding experience wasn’t about me. It wasn’t about creating a gender balance in my family. It wasn’t about gaining a big brother.

Instead, it should have been about my being a good brother.

As I stood by the chuppah, holding back tears that would have surely embarrassed me as well as the other men in my family, I thought about how much this man and I have in common. He is also the youngest child. He also has an older sister, but no brother. And he’s also a nice Jewish boy, like yours truly.

But more importantly, I knew he’d make a great husband for my sister.

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Blending cultural traditions in the name of love

Kirin and Babak might not seem like your ordinary Jewish couple. Kirin grew up Jewish in Anchorage, living the typical western American life. Babak was raised with the traditions of a large Persian Jewish family.

The pair met in Los Angeles, got engaged, and then threw a raucous Persian wedding with a twist from up North. While the food and the ceremony were Persian, the quilted chuppah sent down from the sisterhood at Kirin’s Anchorage synagogue was purely Alaskan.

The blending of wedding traditions to create a fusion ceremony has become a contemporary norm in multicultural Southern California. This trend holds true for the Jewish community.

“Welcome to Los Angeles,” said Rabbi Denise Eger of West Hollywood’s Congregation Kol Ami. “Here there are Chinese, Japanese, black, brown, Hispanic all being raised as Jews. The face of Judaism is not what it was back East.”

During one Jewish ceremony a couple used a red chuppah for good luck to honor Chinese tradition. A Persian-Asian Jewish pair sent out two sets of invitations with different start times to be sure everyone showed up at once.

Another couple, a Brazilian Jew and a Rhode Island Jew, met in Los Angeles and married in Brazil. Their ceremony featured a chuppah and glass-breaking as well as an offering afterward to Lemanja, the Brazilian goddess of the sea.

“Any wedding between a Jew and another person is still a mixed-cultural wedding,” said Rabbi Neil Comess-Daniels of Congregation Beth Shir Shalom in Santa Monica. “Judaism all across the spectrum through the centuries has been strengthened by what we have gleaned from the societies around us.”

Rabbis understand that there is a rainbow of Jews. Further, Jewish fusion marriages are nothing new. “Historically, this is part of who we are as Jews.” Eger said.

But precedent doesn’t mean it is easy to marry seemingly disparate peoples. Questions arise when a couple comes from two separate worlds for one dream wedding.

“Will we lose our ethnic identity? That’s a concern for all kinds of families. Judaism is a religion but there is also an ethnicity piece to it,” Eger said.

“One thing consistent over the years is that having a ceremony is often a catalyst for families being more accepting of a union.”

Babak and Kirin bridge continents in their backgrounds, but they are also two people hailing from the same tribe. For their families, it was the cultural difference that took time to accept.

“There is an acclimation process,” Babak said. “Generally human beings are more comfortable with what we are familiar with. There is a time period involved for each family in acclimating to the unfamiliar.”

Kirin said her parents are now overjoyed with the cross-cultural offerings of her marriage, from new recipes and customs to new genealogy.

“My parents always said marry someone Jewish, it will make your life easier, happier. It never occurred to them that I could find someone Jewish, yet culturally so different,” she said.

While Persian Jewish traditions go back thousands of years, Alaskan Jews haven’t made it past the century mark.

“We Alaskan Jews were pioneers 40 years ago,” Kirin said. “We don’t have traditions necessarily.”

For this reason Babak and Kirin’s wedding was mostly Persian.

Marrying according to Persian tradition despite Alaskan roots didn’t phase Kirin, because her Alaskan community was well represented. “Seventy people came down,” she said.

“When walking off the beaten aisle on the way to a ceremony with thousands of years of cultural tradition behind it, you need all the company and encouragement you can get,” writes Ariel Meadow Stallings, author of the tongue-and-cheek “Offbeat Bride: Taffeta-Free Alternatives for Independent Brides.”

Rabbi Danny Yiftach of the Chabad of Marina del Rey asserted that within Orthodox communities there are often many different nationalities that marry.

“It is often because they are Torah-observant individuals that they are together. This is the main core of what they have in common,” he said.

Yiftach recalled a wedding where the bride was Ashkenazi and the groom Sephardi.

As the families were walking down the aisle the music changed from Ashkenazic to Sephardic, stopping and starting for each family member.

As writer Stallings put it, “If [the tradition] honestly and genuinely reflects the couple getting married, then awesome.”

If Kirin were to put her wedding highs and lows into her own Stallings-style guidebook, she would tell new couples to figure out which traditions are non-negotiable early on: “Then just accept it and enjoy the ride. You’ll save yourself a lot of headache.”

Both women recommended breathing, as did Comess-Daniels, for the purpose of holding on to fleeting memories, connecting to your partner’s vision on the ceremony and surviving the overall wedding chaos.

“Every couple says ‘our wedding is going to be different,'” Kirin laughed. “But from three stories up they are all, fundamentally, the same.”

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We’re goin’ to Ha Aretz and we’re gonna get married …

Some couples marry in candlelit caves, others choose a chuppah wrapped in gauzy silk and lilies on the beach or a rooftop overlooking Jerusalem’s Old City at sunset.

Welcome to destination weddings, Israel style.

In recent years an increasing number of Jewish couples from abroad looking for an alternative to a formal wedding at home or a more typical remote destination in the Caribbean or Tuscany have decided on Israel as the place to break the glass and officially start their lives together.

“We are very casual and would not have had a black-tie wedding,” said Gena Bresgi, 23, who was married last year in a large glass hall amid the lush gardens of a kibbutz. “Our wedding had a nice feel, very relaxed. There was not that high pressure.”

It was her husband’s first visit to Israel, and together the two toured the country. Close friends and relatives who came used the wedding as part of an Israeli vacation, too.

With relatives around the world, Israel proved to be an ideal place to gather, Bresgi said.

“I have a lot of family in Israel and all over the world,” she said. “This was a more central meeting place for everyone.”

Beyond the dramatic settings, gourmet food, guaranteed good weather between May and late September and more informal feel, Israeli weddings tend to run just a fraction of the cost of a wedding in the United States, Europe or Australia.

For example, couples said they paid about half of what they would have for weddings in the United States and about a quarter of what they would have in England.

The help of a bilingual wedding planner can reduce the stress considerably, recent brides and grooms said. Also, venues in Israel tend to be one-stop shops, providing not just the setting but the design of the event, florists and catering.

Of course, there are cultural differences. The lack of formality may puzzle those living outside of Israel who expect, for example, to be served by waiters and have the ceremony start on time — neither of which happens at a wedding in Israel. But as the number of foreign Jews coming to Israel for weddings increases, more venues are learning to cater to their needs, from adding enough chairs for all the guests at the chuppah — Israelis usually stand — to making sure the musicians or disc jockeys keep the volume within reason.

Joan Summerfield, a wedding and event planner who started Anglo Israel Events Ltd. in 1993, said the political situation plays a role in weddings from abroad as it does with tourism in general.

Summerfield noted that after the Lebanon War last summer, there was a brief drop in inquiries. But she said her weddings were not canceled because of the fighting. Those with plans for weddings in the North did what other Israelis did — they moved their celebrations southward.

Summerfield, originally from England, said having a planner was almost essential in helping a couple from abroad navigate the Israeli-overseas divide.

“You really need someone to bring it all together,” said Summerfield, who helps oversee all aspects of the celebration.

Shani Falik Roth, an event planner who runs the company Eventfully Yours, says she helps couples with everything from venue selection, caterers, invitations, photographers, florist, benchers, hotels, touring arrangements and hospitality bags.

Roth also helps couples and their families grappling with differences in the Israeli culture, including the aversion of some Israeli vendors to signing contracts.

“There is a lot of explaining, a lot of hand holding, a lot of expectations that need to be managed, otherwise there can be disappointment,” she said. “People think things will be more Western, more similar to where they come from. We find our job includes explaining things, especially how and why things are different yet special in Israel.”

Judy Krasna, who runs Celebrate Israel, a Web site that helps people from abroad plan events, says couples also are drawn to Israel for the intimate, more meaningful wedding experience it can provide.

The number of guests who come tend to be smaller because of the distance, so those who attend typically are among the couple’s family and closest friends.

Krasna has seen two trends recently: Those who want to marry in Jerusalem, specifically near the Old City for the historical and spiritual connection, and those who seek natural outdoor settings, from national parks to beaches or even near archaeological sites.

“Israel offers so many venues,” Krasna said, noting two of her recent favorites — the northern coastal town of Rosh Hanikra, where the bride and groom can ride to their wedding on cable cars overlooking cliffs and the Mediterranean below, and Neot Kedumim, a biblical landscape preserve where the couple and their guests walk down a torch-lit pathway lined with pomegranate and fig trees and quotes about love and marriage from the “Song of Songs.”

Debbie Goldman, 22, of Manchester, England, is planning an August wedding in Jerusalem along a promenade overlooking the Old City. She and her fiance decided to marry in Israel after becoming engaged here and attending the weddings of several friends.

They were impressed by the casual ease and meaningful settings.

“It’s a different type of wedding altogether, much more spiritual, not so formal like an English wedding,” she said.

After seeing her sister deal with the stress of planning a wedding closer to home, Goldman is relieved to have Krasna’s company help her make the arrangements.

Even for the usually thorny bureaucracy of Israel’s Orthodox rabbinate, which oversees issues of marriage in Israel, there is help from a new nongovernmental organization called ITIM, the Jewish Life Information Center. The center aims to help Jews from Israel and abroad navigate the rabbinate and its regulations.

Through its Web site, couples can register online and find the information on the documentation they will need. ITIM will prepare their file and bring it to the rabbinate for approval.

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Versatile lavender makes for a delightful ‘big day’

Since our weather is getting warmer and luscious lavender flowers seem to be taking over the city, as well as accessorizing culinary offerings in our favorite restaurants, this classic floral fragrance is a delight at a bridal shower.

Lavender’s fragrant scent has transported many back to more romantic times and places — one whiff and your June bride will be sharing a crumpet or tea cake with Jane Austen in a 19th-century English drawing room.

Because lavender is so versatile, I love making gifts with it for wedding showers, anniversaries or any romantic occasion. For a gracious shower offering, consider a wicker basket filled with gifts of lavender and on top, a bunch of fresh, newly picked lavender branches.

Lavender’s culinary versatility is on the cutting edge of many new and exciting cuisines. Lavender flowers and leaves are a welcome addition to fruit desserts, crepes and conserves, and the sprigs are delicious when added to lamb and beef stews and chicken and fish dishes. And lavender-filled Herbes de Provence enlivens everything from salads to stews.

Fresh lavender can be candied or pickled. It can also be used to flavor vinegars, jellies, cr?me brulee and ices. The ultimate treat is lavender honey from Provence and Chamonix, a valley in eastern France. Delicate and delectable, it is made by bees that sip nothing but the sweet nectar of the blossoms.

A warning when using any herb: It must be untreated and free of pesticides.

Gifts of Lavender

Lavender Tea
Collect dried flowers; package them in plastic bags tied with a ribbon. Be sure to include directions for brewing. Pour 1 pint of boiling water over 3 tablespoons of fresh or 1 teaspoon dried flowers in a teapot. Steep for three to five minutes. Queen Elizabeth I loved her tisane, weak tea flavored with a spoonful of honey.

Herbes de Provence
Make your own unique spice with dried lavender flowers, fennel seeds, basil and savory. Place in colorful bottles or plastic bags.

Lavender Sugar
Place 1 cup of sugar and 2 tablespoons of dried lavender flowers in a food processor outfitted with a metal blade. Process until the flowers are finely chopped. Place in colorful jars, airtight containers or plastic bags. Include a list of uses – flavoring ice cream, muffins, pound cakes and cookies.

Lavender Vinegar
Place 1 tablespoon of fresh or 1 teaspoon of dried lavender sprigs to 1 pint white vinegar and 1/4 cup of white wine. Place in a pretty cruet and let stand for several weeks.

Lavender Flower Bunches
To dry, pick the stems or spikes well below the blossoms at midday, when blooms are free of dew and its fragrant oil is at its height. Tie them in bunches and hang them upside down in a warm, well-ventilated room out of direct sunlight.
Sachets and Potpourris, Sleep Pillows and Shoe Trees
Bring back the spirit of your ancestors by combining dried lavender, roses and other aromatic flowers. Sew them into fabric cut into the shape you desire. Place sachets in chests of linens and lingerie, pile potpourris in crystal or Depression glass bowls in bathrooms, bedrooms — any room you want permeated with their fragrance.

Room Refreshers
Place oil of lavender on a wad of cotton, enclose it in a lovely piece of fabric cut into a square or round shape and then edge it with lace or ribbons. Make a hanger to be hung in strategic areas to freshen a room or keep moths and other insects away. Closets filled with lavender sachets or even bunches of dried lavender will not only smell wonderful but keep the area moth-free. The perfume lasts for years.

Homemade Jelly
When making mild fruit jellies, place a petal or two of lavender in the bottom of a glass.

Lavender Creme Brulee
The beauty of this dessert is that it can be prepared a day ahead, then “burnt” just before serving. Lavender is a surprising accent.

3 cups heavy cream
1-inch piece of vanilla bean, pierced
1/4 cup lavender sugar
3 whole eggs
3 egg yolks
1/2 cup firmly packed dark brown sugar
1 basket fresh raspberries
Lavender flowers

Preheat oven to 300 F. In the top of a double boiler, over hot water, heat cream, vanilla and lavender sugar to almost boiling. Lower heat and simmer one minute. Remove from heat.
Beat whole eggs and egg yolks together. Pour cream mixture, in a thin stream, into eggs, stirring constantly. Return to double boiler; cook over medium heat, stirring with a wooden spoon until custard coats the back of the spoon, about three to four minutes. Remove vanilla bean.
Pour cr?me into six individual custard dishes or a four- or five-cup oblong flameproof serving dish. Set dish or dishes in large pan (bain-marie) of hot water in middle rack of oven. The hot water should be level with the custard.
Bake for 35 to 45 minutes, until center of custard is set. Remove custard from water bath and cool. Cover and chill in refrigerator.
To serve, sift brown sugar over top of cr?me. Place dish into bowl of crushed ice, then put custard under broiler at least 6 inches from flame, leaving door open, until crust of caramelized sugar is formed. Serve immediately.
The perfect topping is a bowl of fresh raspberries, passed along with the dessert. Garnish with lavender flowers.
Makes six servings.

Lavender-Honey Ice Cream
1 1/3 cups milk
2 2/3 cups heavy cream
2 tablespoons, plus 2 teaspoons lavender flowers, stemmed
8 egg yolks
1 1/2 cups lavender honey

Pour milk and cream into saucepan over medium heat; bring almost to a boil. Turn off heat and stir in lavender flowers. Let steep 20 minutes. Whisk egg yolks with honey until smooth. Remove milk mixture from heat and whisk into egg mixture. Stir well.
Return saucepan to stove; cook over low heat, whisking constantly, just until custard thickens. Do not let it boil. Pour mixture through fine mesh strainer into a bowl; discard lavender flowers.

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The best of the kosher bubblies

When Champagne producers first marketed their product with enthusiasm in the late 19th century, they avoided the intentionally staid campaigns for Bordeaux’s red wines, which were represented as distinctively male.

The Champagne manufacturers targeted men and women alike through a variety of methods, including posters and labels featuring images of sporting events and leisure as well as scenes of romantic love.

Appeals to the middle class as well as the aristocracy helped Champagne become a mainstay of toasting at almost any occasion, from launching ships to celebrating a marriage. And with the June wedding season upon us, there is little time to waste in selecting the perfect bottle of bubbly to toast your nuptials.

When I recently put in a call to the distributor of some kosher wines, I told him that we were planning to launch a ship and were in need of some kosher Champagne. Happily, the samples arrived after Pesach, and the great Jewish seafaring tradition can continue into the new millennium.

Contrary to popular belief, Dom Pérignon, the 17th century Benedictine monk who was the cellar master at the Abbey of Hautvilliers, in the rolling hills above Épernay in the Champagne district of southeastern France, did not invent the drink we now know as Champagne. He did, however, make many refinements to the winemaking process, including the introduction of heavier English glass to support the pressure of the carbonation created by a secondary fermentation in the bottle.

For the record, the Champagne region has a trademark on the use of the terms “Champagne” and “methode Champenois,” which is very strictly enforced. Only 12 percent of the sparkling wine sold across the globe is technically Champagne from Champagne; the rest is grouped under the category of sparkling wine. In general, the best sparkling wines are from Champagne.

If the so-called Champagne you see at the market was made in Bayonne, N.J., run as if you were being chased by a mob of angry, pitchfork-wielding, trademark-enforcing French farmers.

I put together a crack team of Jewish “Fizzicists” — including Napa Valley winemaker Robert Sinskey, and Laurent Masliah, proprietor of A Cow Jumped Over the Moon, a kosher wine, cheese and chocolate shop in Beverly Hills — to taste some kosher and non-kosher sparklers. This was by no means a comprehensive tasting, but there are presently so few kosher Champagnes that the 11 bottles we had on ice represented a good sampling of what is available. You might have to be Jewish to love some of these bubblies, but there were a few that truly stood out.

We started off by tasting some inexpensive bottles and it was immediately clear that you get what you pay for. I am a firm believer that one can find great values in all kinds of wines, but one should never, ever try to get away with something and drink cheap bubblies. Some of these wines were truly awful. I can only imagine what kind of celebration they might denote: “The market crashed! Let’s open some fizzy swill to mark the occasion, honey!” If you served this at a wedding, the message would be: “mazel tov, but not too much.”

We tried a range of styles, from Bartenura’s Italian Proseco ($15), which was deemed “light and nice,” to an Israeli sparkler by Carmel called “President” ($12), which had all the charm of drinking effervescent haberdashery cologne. A Napa Blanc de Blancs from Baron Herzog ($20) was passable if you weren’t too discriminating, but the Pommery ($60) was possibly corked (though no one could recall another bottle of corked Champagne), surprisingly tannic and bitter on the finish. It would have been bitterly disappointing, too, but we still had low expectations — and the wines were doing little to dissuade us from this opinion.

That changed when we opened a bottle of Laurent-Perrier nonvintage Brut ($65) that was noticeably softer and more developed than the others. “This is Champagne!” declared my mother-in-law, getting into the spirit of the thing at bottle No. 9. We opened a comparable bottle of nonkosher Laurent-Perrier Ultra Brut ($45) to serve side by side, and our group unanimously preferred the kosher selection. Laurent-Perrier also makes a big-ticket rose Champagne ($100), which is widely considered the top of the line, but again my panel liked the Brut best.

Our last wine of the night was an Asti, also by Bartenura ($15), which showed good typicity. That means that if you’re inclined to like light, sweet sparkling wines, you’ll probably like this, and if not, by all means, stay away.
In the same way that the greatest praise one can bestow upon a California Chardonnay or Pinot Noir is that it is “Burgundian,” the highest compliment one can offer a kosher wine is that you’d never know it was kosher.

The history of kosher Champagne is one of the shortest chapters in the Jewish wine canon. Nicholas Feuillate, one of my favorite producers, used to make a kosher Champagne but gave up the enterprise because it was too much work to maintain two parallel operations for such a small production. We’ve come a long way in a short time, and you can expect more producers moving into the market as demand grows, with resulting higher quality.

J.D. Smith is the author of “The Best Cellar,” and a regular contributor to The Jewish Journal.

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Grunions



The grunion were running last weekend, so I went down to the Venice Beach breakwater just before midnight to watch them mate. The sight of thousands of slim, silvery fish wiggling desperately out of the surf and struggling to spawn before the next wave crashed upon them made me think, of course, of those birthright Israel trips.

This summer, a record 23,500 participants are expected to visit Israel as part of TAGLIT-birthright Israel. The program offers free 10-day tours of Israel for Jewish young adults, 18 to 26. This year, the organization received nearly 32,000 applications — also a record high.

Part of the success is undoubtedly the attraction of all-expense-paid foreign travel. When I was in college the simple words “free trip” would have had me packed and ready to go to Jonestown without thinking twice.

But birthright’s success is more genuine: it combines education and spirituality with a search for roots and meaning, and anchors the whole experience in a 10-day nonstop party.

It’s no wonder that birthright, founded seven years ago by philanthropists Michael Steinhardt and Charles Bronfman, can count as one of the few unmitigated successes the Jewish establishment has had in involving younger Jews in Jewish life.

Since 2000, the program, jointly funded by private philanthropists, the Jewish Agency for Israel, the Israeli government and the North American federation system, has sent more than 120,000 young Jews from 51 countries to Israel for free.

But let’s be honest about what accounts for a good part of the program’s runaway success — hormones.

“No one tells you it’s about hooking up with other Jews,” one 20-something participant told me, “but there’s plenty there to make it happen.”

There is no curfew, chaperones who are in some cases only a couple of years older than the visitors and lots of booze.

“What happens among the Diaspora,” one happy birthrighter from Pittsburgh told me, “stays among the Diaspora.”

Which is why I’m not quoting anyone by name here.

One 21-year-old UC San Diego sophomore I spoke with said the subtext wasn’t that hidden. Her Israeli organizer told the group the best thing about birthright and Israel is that they could hitch up with other Jews and make Jewish babies. She recounted his exact words in a thick Israeli accent: “When you see a cutie on the beach in Tel Aviv and you say, ‘Hey, what’s cooking?’ you know you’re talking to a Jew.'”

Her friend, a young man who also attends UC San Diego, said the message wasn’t covert, and it didn’t bother him at all.

“I was fine with it,” he said. “We get to go on this great trip, and they get to tell us what they want.”

The message, he said, is that you need to make Jewish babies, because Jewish babies will save the Jewish people. If birthrighters needed any more nudging, each trip culminates in a kind of mega-meet-up. Held in Jerusalem, it brings every birthright group together in an amphitheater in Jerusalem, the Holy City, where they hear some great rock music, then adjourn into a raucous, beer-fueled party. (The party is free, the beer you pay for).

“I faked an Israeli accent to hit on girls,” another birthrighter told me. “It works better.”

Again, I think of the grunion. If you haven’t seen them, it’s worth grabbing a warm coat and a thermos of mint tea and heading down to the beach during mating season, which occurs between May and September during the full and new moon.

The fish, which are relatives of smelt, ride the waves onto shore. The females use their tails to wriggle down until only their heads, bug-eyed and vulnerable, poke from the sand. Into this nest, they squeeze their eggs.

Meanwhile the males find females to squirm around, and in a frenzied swarm release their milt. The murky liquid slides down the females’ backs and onto the eggs. Some females deposit eggs though no males surround them — but I’m sure there’s a guy for them on some other beach.

Two weeks later the fertilized eggs, hidden under the feet of countless sunbathers and sea gulls, hatch, and a new generation of grunion swarm the tides.

It’s remarkable — the utter implausibility of fish finding one another on dry land, the rush to hook up, the race to meet and secrete. That there are still grunion in the world is nothing short of miraculous — and one could say the same of the relatively few Jews who manage, against the odds of persecution and assimilation, to reproduce. If the alcohol-fueled all night hotel room parties that our philanthropic dollars support help, who’s to quibble? If the birthright mega-gathering is closer to a grunion run at low tide than a Zionist congress, so what?

Like most Jews in a generation that missed out on the birthright junket, I’m jealous, but supportive. I understand that, as my friend Jon Drucker is fond of saying, Jewish survival is not in the genes, but in the jeans.

But I do wonder if the message is getting through that there is more to Jewish survival than hooking up. The rabbis teach that all the Jewish souls that ever were, were present at Sinai. But us plodding literalists would argue that it is the unerring emphasis on Jewish values — or rather, the debate over those values — and on Jewish deeds, or mitzvot, that determine, truly, how many Jews there are in this world.

Two Jews can create such a person, but a non-Jew can become that person too.

For ultimately, unlike grunion, Jewish souls are made, not spawned.

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New video of Taglit-birthright trip. Contains no spawning

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