Recipe: Homemade lazy lemonana.

Heat’s on the rise, and it can mean a few things, but one in particular that I’m excited about: my homemade lazy lemonana. How to, you ask? It’s very simple. If it wasn’t, I wouldn’t do it (read the recipe title again).

1. Grow nana (mint) plants in your windowsill. Since this is the lazy lemonana, your husband has already done that for you.

2. Acquire lemonade flavored Crystal Light. Since this is the lazy lemonana, your mother sends you dozens of packets whenever she can.

3. Pour some Crystal Light into a pitcher.

4. Pour some cold water into the same pitcher.

5. Break off a bit of nana, wash it and bend the stem at different points.

6. Put the nana into the pitcher.

7. Mix.

8. Drink.

9. Go back to being lazy.

Milky peppers despite the Rabbanut.

Scene: Me at the counter of our makolet, buying two red peppers and a bag of milk.

Kippah-less makolet guy: “Do you want a separate bag for this?”

Uncovered-hair Me: “Nah.”

Kippah-less makolet guy: “Just asking because if you were cooking the peppers with meat, you might care…”

Dissolve the Rabbanut, don’t dissolve the Rabbanut… If we want to be observant Jews, we’ll be observant Jews, whether they force us to be or not.

Harry Potter and the Annoying Release Date.

Why did I move to the “Holy Land,” seeking Jewish freedom, if what that means is that a Harry Potter book release party is still going to take place on a Friday night and I can’t even use Shabbat day to read it?

In other news, I did place an order for my very own copy at Steimatzky… Come the end of Shabbat next week, I had straight to the mall and do not resurface in public until I know who lives and who dies. That’ll probably be Sunday morning. I’m like that.

Sderot Solidarity Day.

Join Standing Together Wednesday July 18th

We will be visiting Sderot, viewing the damage, supporting the shops and meeting the children and adults who remain in this forsaken city.

Tour the city and see damage cause by rockets,
Shop in Sderot stores to help the shopkeepers remain open,
Eat lunch at the Yeshivat Hesder Sderot and see what they are doing to help,
Distribute treats to children in camps and adults trying to hold on to what little they have.

Bus leaves Jerusalem at 9AM; will return approximately 3PM
75 shekel includes lunch and transportation
With enough participants we can also add bus stops in
Bet Shemesh and/or Gush Etzion

Email for reservations

Not in ISRAEL? You Can Still Participate!

Sponsor the treats we are distributing to the Sderot Residents.

Email us to deliver.

Click for more ideas of how to help

Stop chasing hangovers!

It’s one of the first things you learn when entering into Israeli drinking culture: Israelis have the chaser all wrong.

A chaser is something you swallow after you’ve just ingested a stronger drink. That means, if you’ve just had a tequila, a lemon is a complement of a chaser. If you’ve downed a whiskey (and you’re amateur) beer might be a good chaser. If you’ve knocked back cheap vodka, anything that isn’t cheap vodka would be a great option for a chaser.

However, Israelis must have misunderstood when the drinking fairy came to town. Because, to Israeli bars, a chaser is a shot of the stronger liquor. A package deal at an Israeli bar is getting a half-liter of beer (strong?) with a chaser of… whiskey.

On Thursday night I was out with two guys who both ordered the package deal and who both downed the ‘chaser’ first, as it was meant to be. We subsequently wondered if the Israeli waitress thought they were backwards.

Then, today, I see this ad in the paper (notice the last line at the bottom):

Dublin bar ad

Aye, Dublin; you do not live up to your name. Who EVER needs to chase a Guinness???

They may want to hang this reminder behind the bar:

Beer before liquor,

never been sicker.

Liquor before beer,

you’re in the clear.

Good call, Israel.

Calling all Israeli cell phone users (or, all Israelis, as it were): Magen David Adom, Israel’s Health Ministry, cell phone companies and others have come together to launch a pretty clever initiative.

Mark someone in your cell phone as your emergency contact, knowledgeable in your medical history, so doctors and paramedics can speedily work you out.

This person should be listed in your phone as follows:

101 Name


I wonder how many Israelis will take this seriously. If you want to, see the ad below for more:

MDA announcement

Where we go after we graduate…

It’s incredible (and maybe disturbing) how the older we get, the more we lose control of our memories. There are more memories constantly being made; we don’t realize it until much later on, and by then we’ve lost control over so many more from way before.

For dinner, I joined a group of Binghamton alumni ranging in graduations from the 60s to last semester. What a trip; most of all because I haven’t stepped foot on campus in 3 years and it seems like a lifetime, considering so much has changed (apparently).

Just by being there and listening to younger alumni talk made me realize how much I’ve forgotten about this ‘past life’. University life. College campus. T.A. Journalism. Israel Action Committee. R.A. Political science. Controversy. The decision to make aliyah…

That chapter is so completely closed in my mind. It’s even dusty. Is 3 years such a long time? Or have I done so much in that time that the memories have been buried under new ones?

The view from my office.

“But ya know what, I can look out my window at work and think how lucky I am to live in Jerusalem and in Israel … and then, with two feet on the ground, get back to work.”

Amechad‘s comment got me thinking. Not for too long, not too hard, but I what I was thinking was: I have a very nice view from my office. Ok, not my office; I don’t have any windows that lead outside. But my office in general claims some really pretty views. Sometimes in meeting I just stare out into the hilltops and pick out houses I can see along the decline.

So I thought I’d share where my eyes focus when I get the chance. A partial view from the conference room:

Jerusalem view