Well, it wasn’t exactly a clash but I thought the title might catch your eye! Last night was “erev” Yom Kippur which means it was the eve of the holiday. Yom Kippur is the holiest day in the Jewish faith, a day of reflection and atonement. Being a Catholic it seems like it’s a day where you think about your sins and ask for forgiveness, sort of like a day long confession. However, the Jews take it one step further and not only ask forgiveness from God but also from those to whom they may have done harm to during the year. Very nice idea.
Having said all that, I am married to a non-practicing, atheist but somewhat cultural Jew. He doesn’t go to synagogue unless there’s a Bat Mitzvah or wedding and he eats shellfish, pork and dairy at the same meal as meat. In other words it’s very easy for an Italian Catholic to be married to him since I don’t engage in my religion although I deeply espouse it. It’s a marriage not of compromise but rather one of peaceful co-existence regarding religion. Fortunately for us, we don’t have any children together and we didn’t raise any together so their religious training or lack thereof has never been issue. We have a crucifix in the bedroom and a menorah in the living room. Christmas is celebrated as is Passover and Rosh Hoshana, the latter two dependent upon invitations from friends and family. I am a good cook but I haven’t ventured very far into Jewish traditional cooking and would rather leave the making of tsimmis to my sister-in-law.
This past week or so I have been playing a lot of Mah Jongg and all of the women in my group are Jewish, what a surprise! Anyway much discussion has taken place about the holiday food, the going to Temple, and the traditions in general. The other day lots of talk was centered around the tradition of the Yahrzeit candles. These candles are purchased and lit on the anniversary of the death of a loved one and also at sundown on the eve of Yom Kippur in memoriam of those who have passed away. There are also several other occasions when one might light a Yahrzeit candle. We have never done so in our house.
I guess it was the culmination of much discussion and the one holiday falling on the heels of the other that inspired me yesterday to surprise my husband with some “treats”. We were planning a quiet evening and dinner at home so on my way home from work I stopped at Fairway and bought gifilte fish, potato latkes, and noodle kugel as well as 4 candles.
I waited till he had made himself a martini and then brought out the gifilite fish with some horseradish (a tradition). He loved it. I looked up online when sundown was to occur and precisely at 7:10pm last night I produced 4 candles lit in honor of both of our parents who have been long gone but not forgotten. There was no praying just the lighting and it made me cry when I thought of what this stood for and how much I have missed my mother my whole life, since she died when I was 9 years old.
English: A lit Yahrtzeit candle, a candle that is lit on the Hebrew anniversary of a loved one’s death. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
Now here’s the clash (in some eyes perhaps but not ours); I made dinner which was a pasta dish I created while cooking . I sauteed aspargus in lots of garlic and oil, tossed in a small can of drained and rinsed garbanza beans and then the ale-dente-cooked linguine to the braising pan with the asparagus. I topped it off with some shredded parmigano-reggiano cheesw and I have to say it was delicious as evidenced by the fact that there was none left over.
Once the dishes were cleared and we were settled in to watch Minority Report, I went into the kitchen and came back with two dishes of noodle kugel. I thought it was great, so full of cinnamon, he thought it a bit dry, but what do I know?
A s you can see cultures don’t have to clash; They can mesh into a lovely evening and a delightful if not varied dinner. Today true to his own set of beliefs, he is not fasting but I keep reminding him of his sins LOL LOL. He’s also wearing a suit!
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