Tonight is a very special night across the world. The stars have aligned, along with the Jewish (a lunar calendar) and Christian calendars. Christmas Eve and Hanukkah (nobody ever spells this holiday the same way twice) started in sync. Perhaps, this mitzvah (good happening) is a sign, a good omen for the upcoming New Year? I know I would like that. Nu? Who wouldn’t?
Wishing you all, the happiest of holidays, no matter what you do or don’t believe. May the New Year be filled with health, happiness, love, and empathy for us all.
Very soon, it is Rosh Hashana, and Jews around the world will be celebrating the Jewish New Year. My very Kool friend at KoolKosherKitchen has an amazing blog filled with goodness, and this special favorite, the round challah. The twist here, this challah is gluten free. Azoi! So happy New Year all — it should only get better. L’Shona Tovah my friends, and M’wah!
We are getting ready for Rosh Hashana, the Jewish New Year, and we are baking traditional round challahs that symbolize the cyclical nature of life, the end which is also the beginning. There are two statements in this sentence that fall into the “everybody knows” category. However, as everybody knows, most of the things known to everybody are not exactly the way they seem. Let’s take them one by one.
Time flows. People impose their own markers on it arbitrarily, for their own convenience. In fact, there are four Jewish New Years prescribed by law (Mishnah Rosh Hashanah 1:1), and Rosh Hashana actually means “the Head of the Year” rather than New Year. In the Gemorrah (Rosh Hashana 8a) it is stated that Rosh Hashana is the anniversary of creation – Happy Birthday, Adam! It isn’t called New Year anywhere; it is called The Day of Remembrance…
I guess one true sign of an exceptionally great time, is the tears being shed as that special occasion is coming to a close. Me, the Mrs., and derkinder (the kids) just had the time of our lives with my shvester (sister) and the whole mishpocheh (family). Moist eyes were all around in our rental car as we pulled away from the street and headed to the airport.
To be fair, we were not necessarily verklempt (crying and being overly emotional) because we were leaving, but because we were all so happy to have had such a wonderful time together. Maybe a bissel (little bit) because of the geographical shlep (haul, as lots of luggage, across the miles) that divides us, and knowing that time together is so precious.
Aud-o, Steve-o, Max-o and Vic-o, we have no words that can begin describe our love, admiration and sincere thanks to all of you (Benny, we missed you and wished you were there!). I’m kinda getting misty now, as I write, so let me kvellover (show off) some pics of my family.