My Little Mind…
For six years, I took peanut butter and jam sandwiches to school for lunch. Not jelly, but jam.
There is a hierarchy where spreadable fruit is concerned. Far-and-away, it is preserves that best preserves the integrity of the fruit while managing to be spreadable as well. Next is jam. While not as fruitful as preserves, jam still retains a goodly portion of fruit. Jelly? Well, good as a last resort. Too jiggley and wiggly for my palate. Doesn’t spread well and barely resembles anything with any nutritional value.
My favourite flavour is grape…and grape does not come as a preserve.
Anyway, I ate my P and J sandwiches each and every day (sans a field trip) simply because it never occurred to me to ask for anything different.
And now, it seems, I was doing my part for the environment! How great is that?!?
I must admit that I’m not the greatest at living a green lifestyle. OK, that is a total distortion of the truth. I am TERRIBLE at living a green lifestyle. Sure, we recycle. And I’ve taken incredibly short showers since my two weeks at Camp Komaroff back in the summer of 1982. But come on…we own three cars (only two drivers!) and sometimes take two of them to the same destination. I consider it my God-given right (thanks Noah!) to eat animals.
And the transgressions go on and on…
But I do have friends who help keep me in line and one of them is the Ima. Check out what she has to say about this. You’ll be glad you did! [And if you’re really lucky…you might be a winner too!! Stylish and eco-conscious 🙂 ]
Twenty Years Later

Is it possible that we haven’t been together in twenty years and yet we managed to pick up as if it was just yesterday?
I continue to be amazed that one eight-week period in my life was so crucial to my development that it stands out with such significance.
For three hours, we four reminisced about our shared experiences, talked about our current lives, and marveled at the eventual outcome of all 39 of us who spent those two months together at HSI which was housed on the campus of a youth village in Hadassim. A NY best-selling author, a Naval hero, a rabbi (that’s me!), and the usual assortment of other professionals make up our group.
As I drove away from the restaurant, I marvelled at how much we collectively remembered and yet we each had had such different responses to the question “what was your most moving experience?”.
I cannot wait to get together again…may it be soon!
Calgon, take me away!
180 minutes. He cried for 180 minutes. One hundred eighty minutes. TWO THREE FULL HOURS!! And I’m not talking figuratively. I mean literally. And then he conked out while I was rocking him.
Ah…the trials and tribulations of motherhood.
Admittedly, I am on a short fuse. I have been sick for months and after dealing with Peach’s ongoing ear infections, the lice, the rat, the mud daubers, and the lack of sleep, I’m not in a great frame of mind. Today, however, I just hit a wall. Having to leave a staff meeting as a result of Peach’s onslaught of tears just sent me over the edge. I can’t help but feel as though I am the weak link in our professional team. There are four of us (two rabbis, an educator, and an administrator) who make up this partnership and like a table, it wobbles if one is missing.
With tears streaming down my face, I make our way home. At first I thought that I would take the scenic route. Perhaps a little extra drive time would lull Peach to sleep. One red light put a kibosh on that well-intentioned plan. One quick (and perfectly legal) U-turn and we were on the freeway heading home.
Some of my earliest memories involve the searing pain that accompanies an ear infection. So I do know how much pain it is causing Peach. But I was unprepared for the onslaught of vomiting, fever, malaise, loss of appetite, and diarrhea. Peach’s need to be held upright is severely impacting our sleep and, consequently, we are grumpy, irritable, and just very, very tired.
What about tubes? Remember, Peach is just 9 months old. So the doctors are not so keen to rush into surgery on an infant. Tymopansotomy tubes might be in Peach’s future, however, if he is unable to clear the fluid from his ears. We go back to the pediatrician on Friday and I imagine that this might come up for discussion. Given Peach’s tender young age, we’ll probably be sent to a specialist to handle the case. One of the things that I really like about our doctors is that they’ve been treating our family since I was a kid. I trust them and know that they are caring for our kids as if they were caring for their own.
Meanwhile, I am escaping tonight for a few hours. Dinner with friends whom I have not seen for nearly 20 years. In a non-child-friendly restaurant.
A welcome respite…
It Isn’t Easy Being Green!
Well, it’s that time of year again…trees! Yup. Tu B’shvat is just one week away. With the entire Western world having suddenly jumped on the “green” wagon, let’s be proud that Judaism has been into environmental issues for several HUNDRED years!!
What will you do differently this year to honour our earth? Will you drive less? Shorten your shower? Bring bags to the grocery store? Eat vegetarian once a week?
Check out the Tu B’shvat celebration over at Ima On The Bimah!!
Reduce, Reuse, & Recycle
Each Sunday on his way into Religious School, Beernut wants to know what we did to help the environment. I like that he takes the school curriculum seriously.
So seriously, in fact, that he felt obligated to interrupt PC’s shower this morning with warnings of worldwide water shortage. [Normally PC’s idea of a quick shower hovers around the length of a sitcom, but in his defense he had only been in the shower for maybe five minutes when the water monitor paid him a visit.]
This did bring us to a serious concern; our water bill. Thanks to the lice, stomach flu, and Peach’s current ailment, we have done 56 loads of laundry as of this evening — and I’ve got one waiting at this very moment.
Wonder if we can claim this towards PC’s flexible spending as a medical cost…
Nah — didn’t think so.
Status Report
Lice: Gone!
Bronchitis: Much improved.
Norovirus: PC, Frume Sarah, Beernut, & Poppyseed have recovered nicely. Peach, sadly, can’t seem to shake it. In fact, he is worse than earlier in the week (crying, not sleeping for more than a few minutes at a shot, fever, etc.). In fact, PC has him at the doctor’s office right now.
Boy, are we tired…
***UPDATE***
It’s not the Norovirus that is causing Peach’s vomiting and other maladies. It’s is a massive ear infection! The disruption of his equilibrium is the reason for the vomiting, sleeplessness, inability to be prone, etc. He received an injection of antiobiotics and will return to the doctor in the morning.
Tomatoe, Tomahto
You see my Blog Rating over there on the sidebar?? G-Rated. Suitable for all audiences. Now, Phyllis commented “I like your “blog rating” on the sidebar. like i was doubtful” and I have to agree that I would be hardpressed to find any objectionable material here in Frume Sarah’s World. What was mindboggling to me, however, is when I did a scan of the site, the word that came up as censurable was…
POOP.
Yep. Not crap (which I think is waaaaaay worse), but poop.
Come on. Would it even be possible to blog about life with three kids and never discuss bodily functions? In fact, Frume Sarah has shown considerable restraint in these matters.
Or maybe what is objectionable to one person is perfectly acceptable to another.
Take Hava Nagila. Boy, has this caused quite a bit of chatter on Jewish listservs! It’s been flying back and forth ever since Lauren Rose’s version threatened to shoot up to first place on the charts across the Pond during the Yuletime. In case you’ve been under a rock, here it is:
The negatives first: vocal ability is nothing outstanding, her Hebrew pronounciation is just plain wrong, her outfit is unmodest (to put it mildly), her dancing is incredibly sexualized, and the English lyrics are **shall we say** a variation-on-the-theme.
But as my friend Tevye likes to say, “On the other hand…”
1. Sexuality is everywhere. I would love to shield Poppyseed from much of what popular culture is representing as feminine — or should I say, misrepresenting. I don’t like the idea that our culture sends a strong message to girls that sex sells. I really do believe that it has a danger of objectifying women. However, that is the trade-off of embracing the predominant culture. I am not prepared to move us back to the shtetl. Though there are days… So one might argue that at least she’ll be singing a Jewish song.
2. It is rather refreshing to have some visual associated with us than a shtetl Jew dressed in the garb of 18th century Minsk or Lvov. Though I do feel a kinship with our heritage and our more traditional lantslaite (plural of lantsman), it is important for non-Jews to see us as belonging to normative society. As much as I love the Barry Sisters and their version of this song, this video just reinforces the sterotype.
Watch:
Maybe this time…
Remember how I was hoping for an awesome Kitchen Aid Stand mixer for Mother’s Day??
Guess what??
A Cowboy’s Wife is having a contest on her food blog! You can win a Hamilton Beach® Stand Mixer and she’ll ship anywhere so everyone is eligible!
In other words, there might actually be a mixer in my future.
Now — I’m not particularly hopeful because I NEVER win these things. Unlike my favourite blogging rabbi who ALWAYS wins these things [Lucky Phyllis!!]
But who knows…maybe today will be my lucky day 😉 And if not me, maybe one of my dear readers will win!!
The Grass is Always Greener…
You’re so mean…you make me so sad when you argue with me…I wanna Princess-Tea Party-Water party and if you don’t say yes, I’m going to scream…I really am…why are you so mean…it’s not fair…it’s not fair that you get to make all the rules of us…we’re big kids…I’m big girl now…I’m four-and-a-half…you are so mean to me…YOU ARE SO MEAN!!!
Well Poppyseed, you should just thank your lucky stars that you don’t have this mom.
[Thanks to the Meshugganah Mommy for this priceless article!!]
Just Kidding
Summer 1984. My dad had picked me up from cheerleading practice.
I know what you’re thinking and no, I have no idea why I was chosen to be a cheerleader either. I was the most unlikely member of the squad and until my dying day I will never know what the selection committee was thinking. I didn’t have the splits. Or a back handspring. Or a front round-off. My dancing skills were not so great and I was already deep in the midst of the longest awkward phase in Western history.
But on the squad I was and so for the purposes of this story, suspend your belief in order to get to the main point.
Anyway. My dad picked me up from practice and I was clearly troubled by a verbal exchange that had occurred. The precise details elude me after all these years but not the message. One of the girls had made a caustic statement to me, followed immediately by “just kidding!”
Was she actually kidding? If she was, it wasn’t a very nice thing to say. And if she wasn’t, well then it was a dreadful thing to say. Either way, I was fairly certain that I had been mocked (at the least) or insulted (at the worst).
I shared the experience with my dad — a pretty wise guy even at that young age — who told me in no uncertain terms that when a person says “just kidding” directly after a statement, it’s not a joke. He or she is actually NOT kidding but uses the phrase in order to deftly sidestep any appearance of rudeness.
Since then, I have probably been a little oversensitive when people use that phrase. On the other hand, it certainly taught me that words have consequences and veiling them behind humour in no way releases the speaker from the responsibility of causing pain or slander.
Which brings me to Jerry Seinfeld. Seinfeld and his wife, Jessica, are being sued for copyright and trademark infringement in the Manhattan, U.S. District Court. It seems that Jessica’s recent book, “Deceptively Delicious: Simple Secrets to Get Your Kids Eating Good Food,” bears an uncanny resemblance to Missy Chase Lapine’s “The Sneaky Chef: Simple Strategies for Hiding Healthy Foods in Kids’ Favorite Meals.”
Interestingly enough, when I first saw Jessica Seinfeld’s book in the store I thought to myself,
“this isn’t a new book at all. I read it about 5 months ago.”
I mean what was the likelihood that two different moms had come up with the idea to hide pureed veggies in such unassuming places as cookies, mac-n-cheese, and the like. However, since the trick of hiding healthy food in common-place favourites is not a new one, I brushed it aside and called it a day.
So I wasn’t all that surprised to learn about the lawsuit.
What I was suprised to learn was about the really awful way Jerry Seinfeld handled it on the Letterman show last October. Perhaps he thought that it would be funny to refer to Lapine as a “nut job” and “hysterical.” He went on to say that Lapine is a “wacko” who had been “waiting in the woodwork” for a chance to attack the Seinfelds. And then he really hit the jackpot when he pointed out that Lapine has three names and that “if you read history, many of the three-name people do become assassins…Mark David Chapman. And you know, James Earl Ray. So that’s my concern.”
How awful. And how dangerous. Not Lapine, but Jerry Seinfeld. To not only insult but to slander and defame. And distort the facts. Now I certainly don’t know if there is any veracity to Lapine’s claim that her work has been plagiarized. However, for Jerry Seinfeld to claim that the two books came out “at the same time” when their release dates were six months apart does cause me to question the statements coming out from his camp.
To her credit, Jessica Seinfeld has written a lovely statement about the situation on her website. No matter who is at fault, she is certainly handling it with graciousness.
Going for the cheap laugh isn’t really worth it in the end. Not when it is at the expense of someone else.











