Nostalgia and Food Friday

Usually I end my Friday posts with some music videos. Today I start my post with one.

My parents used to sing this song often on long car trips. my earliest childhood was filled with many car trips to visit my ailing grandparents.

I am not exactly sure why this has been my earworm for the past while but I decide to look it up. The melody is an old russian military march, the words

רְשׁוּת הַדִּבּוּר לֶחָבֵר פָּרַבֶּלוּם

רְשׁוּת הַדִּבּוּר לֶחָבֵר תַּת-מִקְלָע

בְּעַד אַחִים טְבוּחִים בַּגֶּטוֹ,

שֶׁלֹּא הִגִּיעוּ לִגְבוּלָהּ –

נִתֵּן –

רְשׁוּת הַדִּבּוּר...

בְּעַד סְפינַת גּוֹלִים נוֹדֶדֶת

שֶׁלֹּא הִגִּיעָה לְאַרְצָהּ –

נִתֵּן –

רְשׁוּת הַדִּבּוּר...

A rough translation is

It's time to give the floor to our friend Parabellum

the right to speak to our friend the sub machine gun

on behalf of our brothers slaughtered in the ghettos that didn't get to arrive at our borders

on behalf of the ship bobbing on the ocean that hasn't been allowed to dock on it's shores

The song was written and first performed as a piece of political sarcasm in 1943 in reaction to the British White Paper that essentially shut down Jewish immigration to Palestine during the Shoah. There were strict quotas set and the British authorities didn't even allow that quota to be filled.

A Parabelum was a commonly used German gun. German forces were in North Africa, not far from Palestine, boats filled with Jews escaping the concentration camps were not allowed to dock in Palestine.

This song became one of the marching songs of the Palmach

So that's your history lesson for today.

So now back to food as it is Friday. tonight's main dish, chicken has been pulled out of the freezer. I had made it during the cooking rush of Rosh HaShanah. I am so happy to have it on hand during this short Friday. we will be having a green salad and pasta cooked in chicken juices from a previous week.

My husband is usually agnostic about food, so when he asks me to make something I will. this morning he wondered if I would bake a dessert. It is cool and autumnal, so I made up a cake for the season.

I faked a spiced sweet potato and granny smith apple cake. It smells really good so I am hopeful. the downside of faking a cake as opposed to actually using a recipe is that you can't exactly be sure of the result. If you go into the adventure of faking a cake with wide parameters of what would be acceptable then you will be fine. I plan to cut the cake into squares.I was even brave and made a streusel topping. It's a first for me. Several weeks ago my sister described how she made such a toppings so I more or less followed her directions.

It is time to shift your brain again to a different topic

There have been wildfires for the past week or so in both New York and New Jersey. I open my living room windows each morning so our apartment doesn't smell stuffy. This morning I let in a whole lot of wood smoke.

I know that I should feel terrible about all of the woodlands that are burning. But the smell reminds of ob the best smell of the fall, that of burning leaves. I also remember walking home from the Quincy Center Station on chilly evenings and smelling the fires neighbors had set up in their fireplaces. it seemed like a promise of warmth and family. I actually do hope for a good rain to put out the fires but until then I love this reminder of crisp New England autumns.

Shabbat Shalom!

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