“What are wheat berries?” you may be thinking. The truth is, they’re exactly what they sound like: the hard, round kernels of the wheat plant. When cooked, they’re a nice, chewy and healthy alternative to rice or barley.
There are many different varieties of wheat berries – hard and soft, red and white, and they all have slightly different cooking times, so consult the package you buy. They will likely be labeled as “wheat berries” or “whole grain wheat” in the store.
Q - I have been struggling with some issues. I am not observant and the teacher of a class I've been taking has led me to believe that this makes me a bad Jew. I do lots of good deeds and am ethical in my actions. So can a good person be a bad Jew?
A - Relax. Loving your neighbor puts you are well on your way to being a "good Jew," whatever that means.
Elizabeth Taylor, the legendary Hollywood icon who died Wednesday, March 23, in Los Angeles at age 79, was perhaps the most famous convert to Judaism since Ruth.
When she wed the flamboyant producer Mike Todd (born Avrom Goldbogen), she wanted to renounce her Christian Science and espouse his Judaic faith. He talked her out of converting, believing she wanted simply to please him.
Out of a total of seven spouses, Todd was the only one she did not divorce. He died in a 1958 plane crash and left a weeping widow.
In his native Belarus, Mikhail Katz, right, was a champion checkers player and an enthusiastic student of chess.
In Brooklyn, where he migrated 16 years ago, he has continued to work at his vocation.
As head coach at the White Rook Chess Club in the Brighton Beach section of Brooklyn, home for generations to waves of émigrés, he teaches 100 students, most of them in chess, most of them, like him, from the former Soviet Union, many of them present or aspiring champions.
The recent upheaval in northern Africa, which has toppled the long-ruling governments in Tunisia and Egypt, have focused attention on those Arab countries — and on their dwindling Jewish communities, usually less known in the United States than European Jewry.
Here’s a dirty secret about Jewish journalism: a number of the stories we write aren’t really Jewish in nature. A story may be about a Jew, but other than that, there often isn’t much else of Jewish substance in many of the stories we print.
Editors hate it when you pitch a story whose sole qualification for being published is that your subject is Jewish. But the reality is that mainstream Jewish publications would not exist if we didn’t run these stories.
The Jewish Week's Aaron Herman reports from the 2011 Non-Profit Technology Conference in Washington, DC. The Schusterman Family Foundation and Darim Online hosted an affinity group session to educate Jewish professionals in using emerging technologies more effectively in their organizations.
The Jewish Week's Aaron Herman attends the 7th Annual Broadway Purim Shpiel at the Hudson Theater in NYC, benefitting the Birthright Israel Foundation. Hosted by Gilbert Gottfried the night was full of talented artists such ad Nick Adams,Kelli Barrett, Curtis Holbrook,Garrett Long,J.Elaine Marcos,Anne Nathan,Dave Attel,Kevin Earley,Mitchell Jarvis,Patti Murin and Rachel Potter.
Okay, I have a secret to tell you. But you have to promise to keep it a secret. Promise? Well, then, here goes: I’m a “theater person.” Yep, it’s true. I have a big background in theater, drama, musical theater, sketch comedy, and improvisation. Yes, that means I speak in silly voices and accents sometimes. And, yes, hopefully it does make my sermons at least a little more engaging. I’ve noticed that there are many fascinating similarities between the theater world and the rabbinate, but I suppose those observations will have to wait for another column.
It was supposed to be one of those mother-son experiences that memories are made of.
I was invited to be the keynote speaker for a fundraising event at a midwestern Jewish Federation, and, since it was within driving distance of my alma mater, The University of Michigan --Ann Arbor, I decided to bring my then-seven year old son Jacob. While I got excited to show him where I had gone to class and bought my books and partied hard (well, maybe I'd skip that part), I discovered what was to be the icing on the cake as soon as we got to JFK airport: We'd been upgraded to First Class.