HISTORY OF THE BAGEL: THE HOLE STORY New York Bagels recipeAh, the New York bagel, perhaps the archetype of all other modern bagels. Thick, starchy, fluffy, and super salty; bagels don’t get much better than this.
Directions:Bring a large pot of water to a boil over high heat; add potato and cook 15 minutes, until softened. Remove from water, reserving 1/3 cup liquid; drain and set aside.
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LI found love and friendship Ruth Gruber Delighted to hear from you. You are one of my favorite people. I really like the picture of you and me. It shows our friendship. Much love, Ruth
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Rodger Kamenetz
Hi Jackie, I'm honored to be part of the story of your life and wish you well with your writing and all you do. To look at your life honestly & think about the hard parts as well as the beautiful parts is very important. I'm glad you have done this. Against the thought of death to reach for life... All the best, Rodger
Rodger Kamenetz is an American poet and author - The Jew in the Lotus, the lower case jew
I Found strength
My Ashkenazi mentor, Zelda Goodman
Debbie Friedman Deborah Lynn "Debbie" Friedman was an American singer-songwriter concerning Jewish religious content. She is best known for her setting of "Mi Shebeirach",the prayer for healing, which is used by hundreds of congregations across America. She was a religious bard and angel for the entire community." |
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Pourquoi? Why did I create this book?
because I was born in Tunis because I learned from my parents to be responsible because I believe in love because I believe in G-d |
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because I have had to adapt
because I have not known how to adapt
because I encountered unexpected situations
because I retained the values I hold dear
because I faced challenges
because I sometimes failed
because I often succeeded
because I act by Gam Ze Le Tova, Good Can Come From Bad
because I believe in people
because I believe life is a romance
because I believe in a better world
because I hope for a world of respect and compassion
because I want to share my life with You, You, my children, You, my grandchildren, You, my friends, and You whoever You are and wherever You are.
by Yitta Halberstan
My daughter is almost 7 years old. She is born on March 5, 1976. The world is invaded by the Cabbage PatchKid Dolls. |
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Yael seems so disoriented, the necessity of finding the doll becomes for her primordial. The last tentative is to call a Toys’ R Us store located in Chula Vista. They just, received seventy of them. No order can be taken other the phone. We get into the car, without evaluating the Day, Friday, the time, the evening. It is almost Shabbat. After a forty five minute drive, and Rebecca announcing with no interruption he desire to have a girl. We enter the store, and we can discover behind a glass cage the dolls, boys and girls gently aligned and resting in their cardboard boxes. Payment is required first, selection is not permitted. You pay and you get what you get. Finally, Rebecca is holding her new baby girl, and looks so happy. What a relief. We are on our way back home, and the need of opening the box becomes intolerable for Rebecca. She wants to discover her name; she wants to touch her, to hug her. She wants probably to make tangible this present that her grandmothers are offering her. Gilberta is her name. She wears blue pans decorated with small colored flowers. Gilberta, I love her. Gilberta, Gilberta, a strange feeling is enveloping me.
It is Saturday morning. It is time for David, to be introduced to Gilberta. His face whitens, his breathing becomes difficult. His voice becomes unsettle. Gilberta.. Gilberta... The market has covered the entire world of Cabbage Patchkid Dolls, more than three millions of them. Gilberta. My mother’s name was Gillette, and David mother’s name was Berthe.