The Steaming Cup

Indian Summer

2010-10-15T12:40:00.001-04:00

November bore a balmy morn

after a week of frost

and recalled September’s golden girl

we’d given up for lost.

Nights grow long, yet chill relents,

though nature’s half undressed.

Abuela in a tattered gown,

hair a graying mess.

Winter is a callous aunt,

Summer her glowering son.

But in Autumn’s muted madras,

a kind of sweetness comes

amid the wreck of bloodied leaves

and contraction of the days.

She lies with me a moment

and I pretend that she might stay.

Sunday Breakfast

2010-05-09T15:44:00.000-04:00

Homemade Bialys. Coffee. New York Times.

New Flask, Old Wine Avoiding the Danger of Experience

2010-04-29T15:47:00.003-04:00

Pirkei Avot 4:27

רַבִּי אוֹמֵר אַל תִּסְתַּכֵּל בַּקַנְקַן אֶלָא בְּמַה שֶׁיֵשׁ בּוֹ.

יֵשׁ קַנְקַן חָדָשׁ מָלֵא יָשָׁן, וְיָשָׁן שֶׁאַפִילוּ חָדָשׁ אֵין בּוֹ

Rabbi taught:

Do not look at the flask but at its contents.

You can find a new flask with old wine and an old flask which does not hold even new wine.

Part of what has made human beings the most successful species in the history of our planet is our ability to learn from experience. When faced with a new situation, a new problem, even a new person, our brains instantly compare what is presented with what we have known or seen in the past. Experience is a tremendous tool. It helps us avoid danger and see opportunities. But using experience requires us to make assumptions and when we apply these assumptions to other people based only on first impressions, we often make grave mistakes.

Appearances are deceiving. You cannot understand a person’s abilities by looking at his clothes, you cannot know a person’s heart by seeing what sort of car she drives, nor assess the content of a character by the color of the skin.

It’s easy to make assumptions. How simple life would be if we could tell everything about the inside by looking at the outside! Jewish tradition and teaching requires more. We must look past the elegance of the label and remove the thin foil around the bottle’s neck. We must pull the cork, inhale deeply and taste a full measure.

When we focus on the contents instead of the package, when we approach others with an open heart and mind and without prejudice, we begin to understand that the other, both stranger and friend, were created, b’tzelem elohim, in the image of God. And when we go beneath the exterior of dusty glass or shiny polished silver, who knows what inner zeeskeit, sweetness, we may find?

Commuting with Collins

2010-01-24T20:01:00.000-05:00

What I love about weekday mornings,

especially one of those spring days

when a few clouds float with hidden purpose

behind the brown sign with sans serif letters that proclaims, “Shady Grove,”

is the way one, wrapped inside the air-conditioned cocoon of the subway,

can disappear into a volume for forty-two perfect minutes.

And if that volume is, say,

A slim new book of poetry by Billy Collins,

(Random House trade paper $13.95),

a tiny museum whose canvases are pages and brushstrokes words,

then the world does not so much recede as transform.

Onto this world, I look from behind the vibrating plexy window

at the silent, blinking horses standing in the yard

and sit with a cup of coffee, a cigarette,

a little something going in the noisy old typewriter.

Then the chimes, an indication that the doors are closing,

a cold blue snap into autumn and the car, an expanse of white ink

disappears into the dark tunnel coiling away and down.

The Whole Point

2010-01-15T13:18:00.004-05:00

…after a while it started to dawn on me: the whole point and moral of kabbalist religious teaching was that you were supposed to become a religious Jew! Before you could get to all the higher realms enumerated, you had to become religious here on earth according to sixty volumes of Jewish Law, and follow every jot and tittle of the 613 commandments. So that was a fairly heavy asterisk attached to all these goodies. That was a fairly big hook to swallow….There were all the holidays, there were big and little fasts, there were a thousand rules you had to live by, not to mention praying, morning, noon, and night. And whereas the religion was so beautiful in its visions, to practice it was like digesting the entire telephone book!

Allegra Goodman
Paradise Park, p. 217

Alpine Flowers, Wright Peak, Adirondack Mountains, New York

2010-01-14T20:38:00.000-05:00

The Root Cause of Comfort: Good Socks and the Smell of Almonds

2010-01-01T15:11:00.003-05:00

I'm in love with my running socks. I wear a brand called Thorlos because I care about the fat pads on the bottom of my feet. According to the Thorlos website:

Fat pads protect our feet but we destroy them by walking and running on hard surfaces
Protection is the "root cause" of comfort.

I certainly agree with that last sentiment. Oh, and the package says that the socks prevent “runners toe” too. Whatever that is, I am pretty sure I don’t want it.

Actually, I just like them because they are thick and soft and feel good on my feet and I do think that they help cushion the blow of several hundred pounds of me slamming against asphalt over the surface area of my admittedly large feet for several total hours each week.

I also like them because they are the last article of clothing that are manufactured in the United States. They are simply awesomely good socks.

So today in honor of Twenty Ten, I decided to bust open a new package that I bought along with my new running shoes a few weeks ago.

It is traditional to wear a new garment at the start of the Jewish New Year, Rosh Hashanah in the fall. Usually one will wear a new shirt or tie, or in the case of women, a dress, shoes, jewelry (or all three). But socks seemed significant enough for the secular New Year which is not as steeped in spiritually. Besides, I’m not wearing a tie today or a dress for that matter.

The first thing I did after breaking open the package was to smell them. I like to smell things and let’s face it, these socks will never smell this good again.

“Wow,” I said, “I love this company!”

The socks were scented with my favorite scent, almond. Then Barbara pointed out that they had been in my drawer next to my shaving soap, which smells coincidentally of almond. But still.

So I recited the appropriate blessing in Hebrew, “Blessed are you Lord, our God, master of the universe, who clothes the naked” (just to be clear, I was not naked at this point, just barefoot) and I put them on.

I ran the same course four minutes faster than yesterday while the scent of almonds followed me through the slushy winter streets of Washington Grove. And my fat pads felt great.

Challah for Converts or Real Bakers Use Math

2010-01-01T14:30:00.001-05:00

For a long time, I have wanted to convert my recipe for challah from volume to weight. Serious bakers weigh their ingredients instead of measuring them out in cups and teaspoons. There are two reasons for this. First of all, the weight of certain ingredients, especially flour, can vary greatly depending on how loosely or tightly it is packed in the cup. Sifted flour weighs far less than non-sifted. Cookbooks try to get around this by telling you how to scoop and sweep the flour in an attempt to make your cup of flour weigh what their cup of flour weighs.

Or take salt. I use kosher salt in my bread, about a teaspoon and a half. Now if you use the same volume of salt but use table salt, you bread will be saltier. Not because kosher salt is “less salty” which some people seem to think, but because kosher salt has bigger crystals so it has less salt per unit of volume.

Why not just bypass the vagueness and weigh your ingredients on a scale? More and more, you see recipes that offer the quantity of ingredients by weight in addition to volume.

The second reason is that a recipe by weight is easier to express as a formula, which makes it easier to adjust the size of the batch. For example, if you normally bake two loaves, which feed 10 people, it is very easy if you have the formula to make a batch of dough for 100. The relative weights of the ingredients stay constant. With the right formula you can also change water into wine, though that takes a bit longer.

I now bake all of my bread measuring the ingredients by weight.

Except challah.

I have been making challah every week for about 15 years and I memorized my recipe by volume long ago. On a typical Friday morning when I am mixing the dough, I am usually rushing to finish so that I can get to work on time. So I have never been able to take the extra time to measure the ingredients and then weigh them to convert the recipe.

But today being both a holiday and a challah-day, I took the time to do just that. My weights are in grams as I find the metric system much better especially when you need to adjust quantities. I never have to stop to think about how many grams are in a kilogram. Everything is tens just like the fingers on my two hands, which are still surprisingly useful for simple arithmetic.

A note on the “Bakers Formula.” The baker’s formula expresses the relative weight of the ingredients compared to total weight of the flours. So if the flour is half bread flour and half all-purpose, as in my challah recipe, the total flour will always be 100 percent. Therefore, the total percentages will always be more than 100 percent, which can be confusing until you understand what it means. For example, if you have 1,000 grams of flour and formula states that the water (hydration) is 67 percent, then you will need 670 grams of water (see why I love the metric system?).

Here are the results of my inquires:

My Challah Recipe by Weight with Baker’s Percentages

Ingredient grams %

Bread Flour 400 50

All-purpose Flour 400 50

Water 350 44

Yeast 6 0.75

Salt 10 1.0

Vegetable Oil 65 8.0

Honey 115 14

Eggs 115 14

So next week, I’ll make the challah by weight and see if any adjustments are necessary. Of course small adjustments may be necessary because not every egg weighs exactly 57.5 grams and I always use two eggs in a batch but we are talking about a few grams of flour here or there.

By the way, if you want to kick your bread making up a notch, I highly recommend “The Bread Baker’s Apprentice” by Peter Reinhart. It is a beautiful book with clear step by step directions that will have you making wonderful bread in no time. He has a nice blog too. You can Google it.

Let me know if you try my recipe and if you convert to baking by weight. I think you will like the results and people will be impressed when you start talking about baker’s formulas.

Happy New Year!

Lighthouse

2009-12-19T19:37:00.000-05:00

Empire State Building, February 1980

A winter night at the top of the world.

A young woman stands bathed in sodium.

Illuminated by the floods,

Her eyes burn with disquiet.

At this hour the asphalt canals far below are deserted.

The few moving ships are silent as they roll to the dark sea.

She faces south looking toward the two towers at the harbor’s edge,

Their destruction still two decades away.

What stairway can carry us inside her?

Waves spray through her as she gazes at the shoals,

Buildings sparkle like a rocky coast in the moonlight.

Separating an ocean of light from the ocean of darkness.

Two Black Hats

2009-12-17T20:55:00.001-05:00

At the Kotel (The Western Wall) in Jerusalem.

Dugit Beach

2009-12-16T20:48:00.006-05:00

A humid night in June and the city on the opposite shore

is made more distant in a haze of undelivered redemption.

The silver sun-coin, sinks behind a mountain towering above the Kinneret

where a young woman walks barefoot along the water’s edge.

All of the sins of our humanity, the sins of a year, of a decade, of a lifetime,

wash upon the shore in gentle ripples like smoke from an alter

rising to the soon black heavens.

Jupiter climbs, large and creamy, a weary god, who has all but forgotten
his chosen people and what exactly he chose them for.

The lake is fed by the waters of the Dan sweet and clear
and the murky Jordan neither chilly nor cold. It is not enough.

Each year it sinks lower until one day

the salt waters will bubble up from the depths.

Galilee will become a true sea.

The murmurs of pilgrims, seekers, revelers, and madmen

float through the darkling twilight. Tiberius begins sparkling
like a rhinestone brooch. The young woman turns toward the city
and setting out upon the night water, begins her long journey to the cross.

The Silver Sun-Coin Sets at Dugit Beach on the Kinneret (Sea of Galilee) in Israel

What Others Think of Us

2009-12-16T20:34:00.005-05:00

At age 20, we worry about what others think of us. At 40, we don't care what they think of us. At 60, we discover they haven't been thinking about us at all.

--Jock Falkson

For My Poetry Teacher Having Lunch on Tuesday with Mary Oliver

2009-12-15T23:27:00.004-05:00

When you see Mary Oliver please tell her …

Well, it’s just that there is a fox

that lives on Ridge Road and once in a while

when I am running on winter mornings

when the sky is still night,

I see it dash across the silvery patch

where the gavel path runs

down to the abandoned farmhouse in the Casey field.

You might mention that

we also have a pond. I think of it often

but rarely see it. The town always changes

the combination. The fence keeps out the deer and me

but not the teens from the apartments behind.

They cut the chain link and slip in,

drinking beer and making love in the darkness.

In the morning their empties float in the green water.

I saw a black bear just once.

It was outside a lean-to in the Smokey Mountains.

I guess it will be twenty-five years this June.

She appeared in the woods

while I was fetching water at the spring

and climbed a tree digging her claws into the bark,

paw over paw, going straight up.

Her two cubs and I watched from below.

Barbara gave me Evidence this year

for my birthday, which fell on Yom Kippur.

I hid it inside my siddur on that holiest of days

and read “Broken, Unbroken,”

while the congregation symbolically beat its chest

and confessed to the sin of not seeing god in a neighbor’s face.

“A meaningful fast,” we told each other, “A sweet year.”

On second thought,

just tell her that I am starting to understand

I don’t have to be good. Tell her this year

the rhododendrons finally seem to be getting enough water.

Maybe let her know that in addition to announcing my place

in the family of things, it would be helpful if the wild geese

would also suggest where to place the line breaks in my poems.

Tell Mary Oliver I wrote this for her.

Challah: Our Tried and True Recipe

2009-12-15T22:40:00.001-05:00

Nothing says Shabbat like homemade challah. Barbara and I have been baking this golden, braided bread for our Friday night dinners every week for more than 15 years. The actual prep time is only about 20 minutes once you have the knack.

1 .5 Cups warm water

2 teasp. yeast

One-third cup veg. oil

One-third cup honey

2 eggs

1.5 teasp. kosher salt

5 1/2 - 6 cups all purpose or bread flour or a mixture of the two.

Combine all ingredients in a stand mixer with dough hook. Knead 3-5 minutes with mixer adding last cup or two of flour slowly as needed. If you don't have a mixer, you can kneed it by hand for 15 to 20 minutes.

Turn out on to counter and knead a few times by hand. Dough should be firm and elastic with the texture of a baby's bottom. If very sticky add a little more flour.

Place in a bowl and cover with a damp cloth. Let rise until doubled in bulk.

Punch down and let rise again until doubled.

Divide dough in half. Then divide each half into thirds. Roll each third

into thick strands and braid into two loaves. Let stand 15-20 minutes and

brush with an egg beaten with 1 T of water. Add seeds if desired. Bake in an

oven pre-heated to 350 degrees for 35 min.