Hebrew School


“So Hebrew School, what did you do for Chanukah?”

Did you decorate your own Peeps this holiday season?

Did your day job have a Christmas tree? Can you still smell the pine?

Did you check out the lights in Dyker Heights?

 

Did you see the sunset on Boxing Day?

 

Have you ever played a version of dreydl involving sleeping wooden animals, where shin can win?

How about “Young Maccabees?”

 

Did you dress up in your special Santa fleece and act the fool?

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In the ghetto
March 24, 2008, 7:39 am
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My roommate just returned from an artists’ residency, spending time in Rome and Genoa. While there, he snapped this picture, indicating that it was taken in the Jewish quarter of Rome. It got me curious about the Jewish ghettos of Europe, and what exactly became of them.

photo: Penny Johnson

I found this interesting article online, already gone from its website and floundering in a Google cache. Sadly, I’m not even able to recover the author’s name. I’ll be curious to see the Venetian ghetto when I’m en route to Slovenia in a couple weeks. I realize I may be disappointed, as I discovered when tromping through the Marais in Paris. In Paris’ famed Jewish quarter, culture abounds, but is mixed with cheesy Judaica shops and caricature figures of klezmorim plying their trade mainly for tourists. At any rate, happy reading.

The Ghetto: The BackBone of Roman Jewish Religion and Culture

“The history of the Jewish religion and culture is cloaked in the chronicles of ancient Rome and Catholicism. The walls of the Ghetto, which were meant to demolish the Roman Jewish population, have stood as the backbone of the Jewish culture and religion. This backbone has been crucial in the continued presence of Judaism in Rome.

“Pope Paul IV had the gates of the ghetto first locked in 1555. The clamping of the lock confirmed segregated quarter of Rome. Behind the locked gates, Jewish men, adorned with yellow hats, and the necks and heads of women choked by yellow kerchiefs, roamed through the scum and masses and labored in futile markets and trades like astrology. On Sundays the preachers stuffed the words of Christ into the ears of Jews standing with their yellow badges reflecting the sun that had managed to seep into the sky-scraping walls of the Ghetto. Physical boundaries still exists and the religion and culture has yet to permeate itself outside the walls of the Ghetto. Passing through the remainder of the old gates, still cold with steel, the words kosher and Rabbis jump out from all corners.

“Christians packed Jews into the Ghetto because of their narcissistic views of religion: ‘The desire to retain the Jews was based on the biblical understanding and theological conception of their place in Christendom and their role on the final day of judgment. The most central theological arguments for the necessity of their continued presence in Christian society were frequently and persistently put forward by Innocent III. To Innocent, and in the traditional view of the Church, the very existence of the Jews served to prove the truth of the scriptures and their degraded position in society testified to the triumph of Christianity and the fact that God had chosen the Christians as his people and rejected the Jews. Scripture demanded, moreover, that their conversion should be patiently awaited, wherefore forced baptism was to be avoided, and according to the prophecy, a remnant of the Jews were to be saved on Judgment Day, making their survival crucial in soteriological terms.’ In simpler terms, Christians forgot about the persecution they endured from the pagans or were seeking revenge for their ancestor’s agony. The restrictions of the Ghetto were lifted by Pope Pius IX in 1870.

“The history of Roman Jews cannot be limited to these 300 hundred years. Records of Jews in Rome exist from 161 BCE. Records from the Roman Empire states the existence of 40,000 Jews and 13 synagogues. Transplanting the Jewish religion and culture into the Ghetto, the Christians give Judaism a means of survival.

“The connections of Ancient Rome and the Ghetto are indisputable. The Synagogue, which gives of the aura of being at the beach with its sandy facade flanked by palm trees, is directly west to the crumbling brick of the Portico d’Octavia (once the home to the temple of Jupiter and Juno). In the haze of people the side of the porticus could be mistaken for another slightly larger restaurant. Under the surface live the less well known, subtle connections.

“One cannot help but not notice the signs for ‘Jewish artichokes’ (carciofi Romani all guidia) or the heaps of artichokes lying on tables outside restaurants. Waiters pester tourists to taste. Most stare back with sheer confusion and stick to the Italian staples.

“Eating pizza and pasta does not give a proper taste of Ancient Rome. ‘Jewish artichokes’ do because ancient Romans dined on them. The food in the Jewish ghetto is based not only on Jewish religion and culture but on the diet of ancient Romans: ‘It’s a style of cooking shaped in part by old Roman cuisine, in part by ancient Jewish dietary laws and in part by the extreme impoverishment Jews experienced during their centuries of confinement within the tiny walled ghetto just across the river from Trastevere….The traditional food of Roman Jews was the traditional food of poor Romans.’ The Jews and Romans inevitably traded their cooking traditions.

“Forcing the Roman Jewish population to live in a confined area cemented these traditions. The Jewish Ghetto allowed Roman soul food to be brought into modern times: ‘Think of this as old Roman soul food. It is hearty, unsophisticated fare concocted from inexpensive cuts of meat and with an emphasis on deep frying.’ The presentation has the appearance of hours slaving in the kitchen as the artichoke blossoms into a ripened flower and the oil stains the leaves with shimmering bronze color.

“The ancient Roman food tradition of liking things fast and fried is not only seen in the artichokes. The fast food restaurants in Rome include McDonalds, a Burger King, and take away pizza. Other than that one is stuck at a table dealing the schedule of their waiter. The Via del Portico d’ Octavia is divided: walking back from the Synagogue, turning right is the slow sit down restaurants and on the left is the tacky fast Kosher take out places.

“In the Jewish Ghetto not only can one get fast food but it is Kosher. This combines the Roman soul food tradition (fried) and the Jewish dietary restrictions (Kosher). So much history and culture packed into a deep fryer.

“They have even managed to make the oppressions of the Ghetto into a tourist trap. Near the Synagogue is a large astrology shop. Astrology was one of the limited means of money when the Ghetto was in effect. This practice continues to live but if look at the other sign one realizes that profit is now coming from this oppression. The second sign on this shop says “Astrologo: Souvenirs T-Shirts”. Tourists, hunting for the perfect snow globe, are lured into experiencing the history of the Ghetto.

“This is what makes the Ghetto so unique: in one little quarter of the city so much history and culture is jammed into not only the architecture but the food and shops as well. Outside the Ghetto one can pick and choose their history. In the Ghetto one is forced to absorb it all; through their eyes and stomaches.

“Although the religion and culture stand strong, the Jewish population of the Ghetto has dwindled. When the Ghetto was first designed there were four blocks meant to house 2,000 people. The Ghetto’s population skyrocketed with over 10,000 people living in the area before World War II. Mussolini dwindled the Ghetto’s population by shipping 2,000 off to concentration camps. The Jewish population is now a shaky 200 to 300 persons in the ghetto.

“This diminishing is not a political motive to get closer to Hitler as was the case with Mussolini. Instead it has become in-vogue to move to the Ghetto: “High real estate prices, not violence or bias, are driving the last Jews from their homes in the old ghetto, which is slowly transforming itself into a trendy enclave for the rich and famous”. Ironic considering the ghetto looks like the rest of Rome, winding brick buildings ornamented with Roman ruins. Not so ironic that the rich and famous would want to associate themselves to a place that once was layers of filth and hate. They probably love to smear this history to prove they are just like everyone else.

“The Roman Jews refuse to let this site be warped into the typical tourist playground. If one wants a panino, they better like it kosher. If one wants to admire the Roman ruins, be prepared to have Jewish history mixed in.

“Catholicism dominates the religious scene in Rome. The Jewish religion and culture, though lacking in numbers, prevails with its ties to Ancient Rome and the popularity of the Ghetto: ‘Rome has always been an important centre of the Jewish culture.’ The ghetto proves the Jewish culture is still here and will not be leaving anytime soon.”

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“In The Ghetto”

words & music by Scott “Mac” Davis
performed by Elvis Presley

As the snow flies
On a cold and gray Chicago mornin’
A poor little baby child is born
In the ghetto
And his mama cries
cause if there’s one thing that she don’t need
Its another hungry mouth to feed
In the ghetto

People, don’t you understand
The child needs a helping hand
Or he’ll grow to be an angry young man some day
Take a look at you and me,
Are we too blind to see,
Do we simply turn our heads
And look the other way

Well the world turns
And a hungry little boy with a runny nose
Plays in the street as the cold wind blows
In the ghetto

And his hunger burns
So he starts to roam the streets at night
And he learns how to steal
And he learns how to fight
In the ghetto

Then one night in desperation
A young man breaks away
He buys a gun, steals a car,
Tries to run, but he don’t get far
And his mama cries

As a crowd gathers round an angry young man
Face down on the street with a gun in his hand
In the ghetto

As her young man dies,
On a cold and gray chicago mornin,
Another little baby child is born
In the ghetto



Smolen Bar (& Grill)
February 11, 2008, 1:03 am
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Smolen is my new favorite bar. It’s on 5th Ave. and 22nd St. in Sunset Park, Brooklyn. I have often glanced at it curiously while taking the B63 bus to some destination further along the line; it was simply one of those places that I had vowed to check out for years without ever having actually gone.

Fortunately, Shabbos dinner brought us to Taqueria D.F. across the street. Sunset Park is known for its vibrant Mexican community and cuisine, and while reviews of this place have been lukewarm, I feel they simply miss the mark due to plain ignorance. Despite what the linked Village Voice review above claims, you can get tacos at Taqueria D.F.– but you actually have to make an effort to talk to the people there and ask. So, no, this is not a place for would-be hipsters looking for some cool, marginally-out-of-the-way “spot” to count Frida Kahlo paintings. One of our dining companions, a transplanted long-time resident of San Francisco, feels that the burritos here are the closest he’s ever had to those in the Mission. Now he’s practically a regular. Having lived for a while in the Bay Area myself, that speaks volumes to me.

Once we were done with the burritos and tacos (and really excellent piña coladas and margaritas, etc.), after a sincere but misplaced moment of telltale hesitation, we headed across the street to Smolen. We were greeted by Pat, who instantly became (and I think I speak for everyone) one of our favorite proprietor/bartenders in the known universe. We learned from the warm and friendly Pat that Smolen has been in her family at this location for 50 years. This part of Sunset Park (which realtors and crafty landlords refer to as the “South Slope”) still has strong ties to the neighborhood’s Polish history. Okocim (pronounced “oh-KO-chim,” not “oh-koh-SEEM,” Pat assured us) is on tap, along with the German beer Spaten (its first syllable pronounced here like the word for a brief argument or quarrel, or the antiquated unit of astronomical distance.) The beers were frothy and delicious– and more than reasonably priced (a plus when they are easily drinkable and yummy!).

Though the “grill” indicated in Smolen’s signage no longer exists, there’s a seriously nice Polish deli called Mazury a block away and you can bring your food back to the bar. (This photo was taken the following morning, because we were full of Mexican food but had to go back and eat the delicious potato and cheese pierogies.) This is no Eagle Provisions (an upscale Polish grocery a couple more blocks up at 18th St.), but it’s Hebrew School provisions for sure.

We played pool.

They have Quick Draw.

As we were leaving, Pat told us to bring our friends. Dear reader, be forewarned.

More Sunset Park love here and here.

A really cool page about the now and then of 5th Avenue.

Another Brooklynite walks south.



potage de poulet
November 1, 2007, 3:01 pm
Filed under: cul-tcha

A return to these brick walls, where cold is threatening to set in, only meant one thing. That’s right, I can feel it fast approaching that time of year. Fortunately, Sunday, as the Halloween drek was swept, I sent my roommate to the coop to get me some organic dill (thank G-d for the shift swap). And a soup was born. A chicken. Fucking. Soup.

The flash is capturing the fat that rises to the top. I skim off the schmaltz after refrigerating.

The remnants of chicken soup are never pretty but they do make a good chicken salad…

That’s a lot of fucking chicken soup in Seven Stars and Butterworks Farms containers…

There is no real recipe or secret here so no need to ask… I will tell you that there were no parsnips.



JDate on Gmail
May 4, 2007, 5:38 pm
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