W e are now 10 days into the new year health drive. You haven’t touched a drop of alcohol since New Year’s eve and your fridge has all the ingredients for a daily spinach smoothie. So, enough already. You see, the irony about this idea of dieting in mid-winter is that this is precisely the time when your body craves carbs and calories to counteract the cold.
It’s that time of year. Again. The excesses of the holiday season lie brooding on waistlines nationwide. And people of good sense want to cut back on their consumption of alcohol. Those who are made of sterner stuff than I cut it out altogether for January, or a part of it.
Fancy reflecting on the creation of fruit trees and the tree of knowledge as set out in Genesis while munching a slice of Polish apple cake? Or a vision of Joseph’s coat of many colours as interpreted by Judy Jackson’s chicken with many-coloured vegetables?
OK, we all know the deal. Several celebrations have come and gone and in only a few days’ time we will be in January — the detox month. It doesn’t really matter who you are or what community you come from, the entire nation will be united in the new year in panicking and joining a gym.
They call it the Village of Hope. Kfar Tikva is a tiny hamlet in Israel where the point has been proven that people with special needs can earn a living — and integrate with society instead of being hidden away in isolation. And the source of their interaction is particularly joyous, perpetuating Israel’s burgeoning reputation as a producer of fine wine.
Sydney recently held its first Jewish food festival for 700 enthusiastic visitors. An Australian Ashkenazi-Sephardi cook-off saw Ashkenazi Rebbetzin Esty Gutnick and her daughter Chanie Light claim victory over the Sephardi boys Shaul Ezekial and Joseph Bekhor with their cinnamon buns and chocolate babka with a brioche challah dough.