Tuesday, May 28, 2013

Cousins That Go Way Back


While in Tel Aviv, I am staying with cousins, Yair and Avrille  (nee Fine) Goldreich. 

Avrille’s grandfather on her father’s side and my great grandmother on my father’s side were brother and sister.  Avrille was born in South Africa and moved to Israel when she was 19.  Yair was born in Israel.  They now live in Petach Tikva, outside Tel Aviv.

I met Avrille’s parents, Sam and Rae Fine in New York in 1965 when I was a teenager. Avrille and Yair came to Seattle in 1997 for a conference, when I met them for the first time.

Avrille and I have stayed in touch over the years; in fact, Andrea and I visited them in Petach Tikva  when I was here last, in 2006.  They haven’t changed a bit.   




Yair is Professor Emeritus of Meteorology at Bar Ilan University, and Avrille is an English editor in the Life Sciences department at the same school.

They have 5 children – 3 daughters and 2 sons, 30 grandchildren  (yes, that’s correct!), and at the time of this writing, 4 great-grandchildren. – all of whom live in Israel. Avrille told me that in October, 2005, there was a family reunion, on her mother’s side with 190 people in attendance.  The next reunion is being planned to be during Sukkot this year.

Since 2005 the following changes have occurred:

-       10 new grandsons
-       13 great grandsons
-       21 granddaughters
-       13 great granddaughters
-       18 new spouses
-        7 deaths and 0 divorces


At their 50th wedding anniversary celebration

Avrille and I are very similar in that we're both very detail oriented.  The records she keeps of her family tree are meticulous, with over 400 people in both of her grandparents' families.    I'm impressed that when she showed me this picture of her immediate family, children, grandchildren and great grandchildren, she had no trouble remembering every single name and their positions in each family.   This is when I'm glad I have only three children and three grandchildren, at least for now.

One thing we don't have in common is that Avrille's enthusiasm for cooking is less than mine.  She describes herself as cooking only when she has to.  Maybe after cooking for such a large family, she's tired.  She let me cook dinner tonight after my trip to the Carmel 
 Shuk today, and I was very happy. 

As an aside, you may be wondering why I haven't cooked more in my apartment.  It's because I didn't know how to use the oven, which is a combined convection and traditional oven.  The direction booklet was written in Hebrew and I didn't understand the words or the pictures.  I brought the booklet with me to Tel Aviv where Avrille kindly translated for me.  

Sunday, May 26, 2013

Things They Don't Tell You in the Tour Books

I've now been here for two weeks and I wanted to share some of the experiences that I have found interesting and curious.  When you spend time in a different country it's hard not to compare the practices of that country to your own. Sorry - no photos today.

1. Movie theaters - I've been to the movies twice since I've been here.  It's not like I have the most active evening social life! (Although a cab driver tried to pick me up tonight)  At least at the theater I've gone to, the Cinematheque which is close to my apartment, the seats are assigned.  Last night I saw a wonderful movie, "Dancing in Jaffa". It wasn't crowded when I entered the theater and I sat where I like to sit - center / center.  Soon people were sitting all around me. A woman entered the row and just stood there staring at me. She didn't say a word - just stared.  Then I remembered - I moved to my assigned seat, which was not center / center.  

2. Traffic lights - There are two interesting things about traffic lights.  First is the order of the colors.  in the US the order is red-yellow-green.  Isn't that one of the first things we learn as children, even before kindergarten - red=stop, yellow=wait, green=go.  In Israel the order is red-green-yellow. I can't come up with a good reason to have yellow after green.  Maybe you wait to be sure the other driver actually stops?

The other interesting thing about traffic lights is that there is a different one for each lane of traffic.  So if you're accustomed to looking at the light all the way across the street to know when to cross, that light might be green but the one in the first lane may still be red.  So you might do what I've done more than once, start crossing on red, have multiple cars honk at you, then return to START. 

3. Bikes and bike trails - I bought a used bike today.  It's a lot less expensive than renting for two months and I can sell it back at the end, which I did. I did a lot of research and found NO road bikes to rent in Jerusalem.  There was a guy that brings bikes in to the city and he brought me a road bike that was 19 ½"  - the center bar came about 2-3 inches higher than my crotch.  No way that bike was going to work.  So I found a bike shop in my neighborhood that gave me a great deal on a trail bike.

Most people ride trail bikes in Israel because long distance riding here is on unpaved trails, and the roads in the city are not very bike friendly.  The drivers do not accommodate for bikes and the roads have glass and other types of sharp objects, so road bikes with thinner tires tend to get flat easily.  So now I have a trail bike.

I went for my first ride this morning - a short one, 6 miles each way, on a relatively new (former railroad) trail which does happen to be paved.  The guy in the bike shop told me this would be a good trail on which to try out my "new" bike.  He told me the trail was flat - he said "no ups and downs" and showed me with his hands - flat.   Here's what flat meant to him - It meant all downhill in one direction and all up hill coming back.  So 6 miles up hill was a good day's work.

This new trail is actually 2 separate trails - one is paved trail for bikes, and one lovely trail for walking.  On the trail itself there are pictures of bikes on the bike trail and of walkers on the walking trail. The trails are constructed from different materials and they are separated by a grass strip - hard not to notice the two separate trails.  However, the walkers seem to be confused; most of them walk on the bike trail.  And most of them are walking with just one or two friends, spread 2-3 across the trail.  Most of them are NOT listening to music with headphones as in the US, but they still don't move when you're yelling out "Slicha, slicha"  (excuse me, excuse me).  There's no "on your left" here - and somehow I don't think it would matter anyway. 

(Post script: I did later find out that the reason walkers prefer the bike trail is that the walking trail is made from uneven slats of wood and they are easy to trip on, resulting in lots of falls.)

4. A visit to the doctor's office - At the goat farm I was bitten by some random bug.  The bug bite turned into cellulitis and got red and swollen and started to streak down my neck. So I went to a family practice clinic in my neighborhood where the doctors all speak English. The reception staff were very nice, and had me sit and wait until my name was called.  Within a relatively short time, less than 10 minutes (that's different in itself), they called my name and directed me to a room.  When I entered the room the doctor was sitting at his desk which was facing the door and he was just staring at me.  I did not expect to see anyone in the room, let alone the doctor. I was so flustered that I just started babbling "uh,  I have this bug bite on my neck that's getting red and swollen and has streaks, and …."  The doctor then said "Hello, my name is Dr. xxxx. Would you like to sit down?"    He was very nice, checked my neck and prescribed an antibiotic for an infection, from which I quickly recovered.  But it was very different than a room with an exam table and chairs where you wait for another 15-20 minutes before the doctor comes in.

When I was finished and asked him if I could have a form to get reimbursed by my insurance company, he said the lady at the front desk would get a code from him and give me the paper.  I left the room and another patient walked right in.  I proceeded to check out and was curious to see how the receptionist would get that code now that another patient was in the room.  The woman got up from her desk, knocked on his door, walked in and asked for the code - while he was seeing another patient.  Can you imagine that happening in our health care system?

Each doctor has his one office with an exam table.  One crowded waiting room.  They collect the payment at the time of the visit unless you have a card.  And NO FISH TANKS!  Maybe this is the model we should try in the US to reduce the cost of health care.

Tomorrow - off to Tel Aviv for a few days.

Thursday, May 23, 2013

Kubbeh: Consider Trying to Put the Yolk Inside the White After the Egg is Laid


Ein Kerem
Ein Karem is a former Arab village with cyprus and olive trees filling its stony hillside terraces.  The area is considered to be part of Jerusalem, yet it’s outside of the main part of the city, and is a very special place all its own. The town has strong Christian biblical associations and has several significant churches and an abandoned mosque. Ein Kerem is a tranquil, wooded, valley setting with homes scattered throughout.

This is where Dalia and Ezra live and where I learned to make kubbeh.

I found Dalia through a Web site called "Eat With", where home cooks open their kitchens and dining rooms to guests for a fee.  Most of the offerings have "Eat With" badges that verifies that an "Eat With" employee has verified the food quality  the venue and the chef's interpersonal skills and cleanliness.  Most of the venues are for groups and for eating only. I discussed the possibility of learning to cook Kurdish food with Dahlia and she heartily agreed.  (post script 3/22/2014: I noticed that now Dahlia's page on "Eat With" is now offering workshops in kubbeh making and most of her pictures are mine and are the same ones you see here.)

Dalia and I connected like good friends.  She’s a warm, wonderful woman, exactly my age, who immediately treated me like a member of her family.  And she loves to cook.  Her day job is located 5 minutes from my apartment so she graciously picked me up in the afternoon after work.  Her evening and weekend job is to be sure her husband, her local adult children and the two local grandchildren all eat well.  

Nana
We started our time together drinking “nana tea” made with fresh nana from her garden.  Nana, otherwise known as Moroccan mint, has a light, refreshing taste and is known to help I get throughout the intense heat of the summer.  It's delicious both hot and cold.

Dalia’s parents moved to Jerusalem from Kurdistan in 1920.  They raised their 9 children, 5 boys and 4 girls, in the Old City of Jerusalem.  

Dalia was the youngest daughter. She shared stories with me of growing up and about what Shabbat and holidays were like.  She described the respect shown to both her parents – how when her father came home from synagogue on Friday night the children were all waiting for him at the door.  And during Shabbat dinner how her mother sat like a queen at the table while the girls served the food. Dalia described her mother as an amazing cook, and even with a tiny kitchen her mother produced many wonderful meals for her large family.

Kurdistan, in contemporary times, refers to a region that combines areas of Turkey, Iran, Iraq and Syria.  Although Iraq granted Kurdistan autonomy in 1970, it is not yet considered an independent state.  However, the people of Kurdistan have their own unique culture, language and identity. Being in the hot Middle East, the Kurdish diet consists of a lot of fruits and vegetables.  Lamb and chicken are the primary meats.  

Some traditional dishes often seen in Kurdish homes are listed below. Most of them are also made by cooks of other cultures with minor modifications of their own.

Biryani  a rice based dish that includes rice, many spices and usually chicken
Yabrach – a term used to describe all different types of stuffed vegetables.  I’ve seen that term used in Sephardic communities to describe stuffed grape leaves.
Kuki – meat and/or vegetable pies
Sawarr – a traditional dish of Kurdish farmers made of wheat grain that is boiled, sundried then pounded with a mortar to get rid of the husk.  It is then crushed in a mill, boiled and served
Magluba – a dish of meat, rice and a variety of fried vegetables which is layered then turned up-side-down to fall out and spread over a large platter  (See later post "The Desert People").
Tapsi – a dish with eggplant, zucchini, green peppers and tomatoes cooked in a moderately spicy tomato sauce.

Kubbeh is a dumpling (think matzah balls) usually with a meat filling, but can also be vegetarian. It is generally served in a soup (think matzah balls again) or fried. Kubbeh is a food of many cultures and each culture gives kubbeh and its preparation its own identity.  Kurdish kubbeh soup has a bit of delicious tartness to it from lemon and is red in color from beets.  

I started making the dough while Dalia started the soup.  

Making the soup

Kneading the dough

I mixed semolina, water, a little olive oil and salt with left over challah that had been soaked in water until it was soft. I kneaded it thoroughly until it was fully combined and just the right consistency – not too wet, not too dry.
  
Once the dough was ready we divided it into 4 parts, pulled off pieces from each part a little smaller than golf balls and rolled each piece into ball. Our dough gave us about 40-45 balls.


Rolling each piece into balls

Filling the shell or dough was interesting.  Think about trying to stuff the yolk into a hard-boiled egg after it's cooked. Dalia has been doing this for so many years that she has just the right hand motions to flatten the dough balls, press in the center, add the filling, then easily and quickly wrapping the shell around the filling. 

This is the tricky part - no filling can show

Voila – you’d never know there was anything inside.  Dalia said “Kubbeh is not really that hard to make, and you can do it all in less than an hour”.  I think that’s true – when you’ve been making it your whole life.

We then added the kubbeh to the soup until they were cooked – only about 10-15  minutes.
  















Sitting outside among the beautiful flowers we ate our soup with rice and other side dishes such as eggplant, cauliflower, more beets and tahini – all made from scratch.

I’ve offered a recipe, but just as our grandmothers cooked, there were few actual measurements.  As my grandmother used to say, “just use a shit of this and a shit of that” – she really did. So Dalia and I estimated as I tried to write down a recipe.

Kubbeh Soup

Dough
A good chunk of challah – the size of about 2 fists
1 kg semolina (2.2 pounds)
a generous sprinkling of salt
about 1T olive oil
1 cup water to start

Put everything except the challah in a medium sized bowl.  Soak the challah in water until it is completely saturated and soft.   Squeeze the water out of the challah and add the challah to the rest of the ingredients.  Using your hands combine everything well and knead it until it holds together and feels firm. Add more water or semolina as necessary.  Let it rest for 20-30 minutes.


When the dough is ready knead it a little more and divide into 4 parts. Form each section into an oblong shape and pull off one small piece of dough to make a ball about ¾ the size of a golf ball.  Place each ball on a baking sheet until you’re finished.  Repeat with the remaining sections of dough.

When all the balls are made, take each one, flatten it in the palm of your hand, cup your palm  with the dough, and place a very small amount of the filling in the dough.  Here comes the fun part.  Wrap the dough around the filling completely covering the filling. Shape into balls - round or oblong.

Filling (meat)
1 onion – cut into medium dices (about ½ inch pieces)
2 cloves of garlic coarsely chopped
Generous shakes of salt and pepper
1 pound chopped lamb or beef

Saute the onions and garlic together until soft.  Add the chopped meat and salt/pepper.  Slowly brown the meat and cook until dark and fully cooked through.  Taste and add more salt/pepper as needed. 

Soup
Veggies – dice into large pieces, in various sizes.   Use the following vegetables: onions (1 med), carrots (1 large), celery (1 stalk), tomato (1-2) and beets ( 1 large or 2 medium).  Don’t leave out the beets.
About 1 T cumin (to taste)
Salt/pepper
About 1 tsp sweet paprika (to taste)
4-6 C chicken stock
Juice of 1 large lemon (2T).  Add more to taste

Put all the vegetables in the stock and add the cumin, paprika and lemon juice. Bring the soup to a boil then reduce heat to low.  Simmer the vegetables, uncovered, on until they are soft enough to pierce with a fork, but not mushy , for 20-30 minutes.  Adjust cumin, paprika and lemon juice to taste.

Place all of the balls into the soup and cook uncovered for 10-15 minutes until the dough is cooked through.   You can’t really over cook the kubbeh.  Some people like to add cooked rice to their soup.

Serve and wait for the compliments. 

Monday, May 20, 2013

To Everything There is a Season

The Judean Hills


The Judean Hills are exactly that – hills!  And hills are great for goats.  As compared with sheep and cows whose bodies are short and full and graze on level ground, goats are slender and have long legs, making them perfect for grazing in hilly and mountainous regions.  Also, the rotating seasons changes the mountainous foliage, resulting in variations in the taste and smell of the cheeses.
The road from the farm

The 40 year old goat and cheese farm of Shai Seltzer sits on these beautiful hills.  At the base of Eitan Mountain.

These days, Omer, Shai’s 37 year old son, is the primary cheese maker. He has several assistants, who help him take care of the land and the goats.  Omer left Israel to go to college at Cal Tech in the US and got a degree in dairy science, but he always knew he’d return to the farm and to cheese making.  He described a lot of similarities between his degree and his father’s knowledge and interest of botany in terms of feeding the forest and feeding the goats, both required to make delicious cheese.

I started my adventure to the Seltzer farm early yesterday morning.  I thought I was finished for a while with waking up at 5 am – but that’s what I needed to do to get to the bus stop at Mevasseret Zion Sderet HaHotsviim Shera Ahayot (MZSHSA for future reference) by 8:00 where Omer told me he would meet me.  Getting there was an adventure in itself. Although Mevasseret Zion was only a 15 minute bus ride on #183 from Binyaney Haluma in Jerusalem, it was 45 minutes from the apartment.   First I had to figure out what MZSHSA and Binyaney Haluma were.  
Binyaney Haluma is the World Congress Center in Jerusalem – that was the easy part – thank goodness for Google.  I figured out that Mevasseret Zion is a town and SHSA was a bus stop in the town.  When I got on the #183 bus the driver didn’t seem to know what SHSA was.  I knew I was on the right bus, but I was worried that the driver didn’t know what I was talking about – he didn’t speak English!  Fortunately some students on the bus helped me figure out where I needed to get off. There was a lot of Googling to figure it all out - Google works in all languages!

On our drive to the farm Omer told me that week days at the farm are work days and that visitors came to the farm for the cheese only on weekends.  This was Sunday – the first day of the week in Israel – so it was a work day.  I felt very lucky that Omer was willing to have me come on a Sunday and to pick me up at the bus.   It was a long ride to the farm from the bus stop and I could not have walked.  Being there on a Sunday also meant that I’d be working - good!

Shai and Omer Seltzer
I was lucky to meet Shai Seltzer when we arrived at the farm.  He’s a 77 years old slender, cheerful man with a long white beard. Despite his reputation as being quiet and very private, he welcomed me to his farm with a big smile.  He had lots of question for me about why I had come to the farm.  Shai is well known in the specialty and artisanal cheese world.  He has developed methods for making the most delicious cheese by combining the right goats with the right environment and the right aging process.  His cheese age in natural lime stone caves.

The first job of the day was to take the huge bale of hay (maybe several bales) off the back of the truck.  The hay was wrapped and carefully tied with a large rope which was then tied on the other end to a strong tree.  The truck moved forward and the hay fell off the truck.  It was brilliant - at least to me!  Then the hay was pushed down the hill to its next destination.  It took four men to push the hay down the hill. 

Good morning ladies




Water anyone?


By then it was about 9:00 and time for the goats to leave their pens and go up into the mountains to graze for a few hours.  The pens are quite large and the goats are not crowded at all – they are safe and secure and seem very happy with their location, especially knowing that twice a day they will be released to the beautiful mountains.



In one quick moment the gate was opened, the goats left the pens en masse and headed right to their path, somewhat like the running of the bulls in Pamplona.  


They do this every day so they know the routine. Several of them stop on the way for a quick drink of water.  One of the helpers leads the way and the other helper stays at the end of the group to be sure none of the goats drifted off.  It was quite an amazing scene and reminded me of a Cascade bike ride – always having a leader at the front and one sweeping at the end to be sure none of us got lost.


There are about 150 female and 11 male goats whose job is to assure the continuation of the species.  These are a special breed of goats. It happens to be mating season right now. When I asked Omer about the percentage of the goats that become pregnant each year he said “100%”.  Busy boys!!!  Omer explained that about 30% of the herd is turned over each year in order to keep the milking goat herd young.  Because the goats are numbered and are milked by machine it’s possible to know how much milk each goat generates.  They also keep track of the number of kids each goat produces.  The “less successful” goats are usually sold. 




Now it was time for me to get to work.  Omer took me to the cheese room where he donned a lab coat to protect the cheese from his dusty clothing, and we both put on gloves. The small room, walls and all, is actually bleached for several hours each day to be sure the environment stays clean. 

Each type of cheese requires different maintenance to correctly move it through the maturing process. The first thing we did was turn the cheese.  During early stages, each cheese is turned every single day to assure that all sides are evenly exposed to the air.  We turned mostly soft cheese of several different varieties including some that were wrapped in grape leaves and some that had been exposed to charcoal.  Charcoal is used to protect the cheeses and also improves the surface molds on the cheese. Some of the cheese we turned out of the containers they had just been made in the day before.

At this point Omer determined that I could work independently.  He explained that in order for blue cheese to have its streaks, the mold, which causes the color, needs to be exposed to air throughout – not just on the exterior.  He showed me how to put holes in the cheese in a specific pattern, which allowed for just the right amount of air.  He left me to put holes in a lot of cheese, and went off to do other things.  Brave man!


Holy cheese















The next task was with a cheese called “Montego” that had been in the cooler for four months. This cheese has a crust on which the mold grows.  Mold is good when it comes to cheese.  

These cheeses are large, bulky and heavy. Because of their size and a smaller relative surface area, they stay more moist than smaller cheeses.  My job was to wash the mold off the crust of each cheese to prepare it for the next step. Each cheese was put in a tub of water to soften the mold, then the mold was washed off of each one, rinsed with a hose and placed on a cart to wait for Omer. This was wet, dirty work and was done outside the cheese room where water hoses and drains were located.  While I washed the cheese Omer coated each clean one with olive oil. When all were finished Omer and I put the cheeses in crates and carried the crates to the “cave” where each cheese was carefully placed on shelves inside a cave-like room where it would stay for at least another three months.  I asked Omer how he keeps track of the stages of all of the different cheeses.  He smiled and said “You just get to know the seasons”.


After we sprayed all the work surfaces with soap, scrubbed and rinsed each cart and table, I was finally able to sit down at a little tree-shaded picnic-type table to rest.  I had worked hard!  A moment later Omer walked over and handed me a glass bottle of something cold and white. Fresh goat milk yogurt, slightly tart but delicious, and so refreshing; nothing at all likes the yogurt from the grocery store.  Before taking me back to the bus he also brought me some mature Montego cheese which seemed appropriate as much effort was put into this cheese today. It was a perfect ending to a wonderful day.