Rabbi Aaron Lichter never doubted what his life’s work would be.
“My father was a sofer,” a Torah scribe, he says. “My grandfather was a sofer.” And his great-grandfather. They all plied their trade in Tomaszew, Poland, a town in the west-central part of the country.
So Rabbi Lichter, who lives in Williamsburg, Brooklyn, and works on the Lower East Side, became a Torah scribe three decades ago, after training with his father for three years.
Gideon Sa’ar has served as Israel’s education minister for the past two years. A member of the Likud Party, he placed second in the December 2008 party primaries, making him the second-most popular party member after its leader, Benjamin Netanyahu.
Sa’ar was first elected to the Knesset in 2003, where he has proposed bills to jail employers who fire pregnant women and to ban cosmetics testing on animals. During a visit here last week, he spoke to the American Friends of Likud and later to The Jewish Week on the state of education in the Jewish state.
The hottest new shopping destination in Sofia, Bulgaria is a shiny, glass-clad monolith on the busy highway between downtown and the airport. Called simply “The Mall,” its facade is plastered in a riot of international name brands: Carrefour, Zara, Benetton. There isn’t a Cyrillic letter, or a Bulgarian name, in sight.
Nosh Pit: A hearty, family friendly soup - in an hour!
Every few weeks I seem to get up on my soapbox here at the Nosh Pit (which is more likely to be a vegetable crate) and sell you on the merits of soup. I think by now I should be preaching to the choir – soup, soup soup – and all the more so if it’s a one-bowl, protein-veggies-carbs dinner.
Spice up a grain salad with tropical fruit and toasted seeds.
Most recipes I create start with one thing: opening up my kitchen cupboards and staring listlessly inside. Then I turn to the fridge, and after contemplating various containers of leftovers, I regroup in my mind with what I want to make, what I have and what I need to buy.
Shortly after my vacation this past summer in California, I wrote a piece for this column about California and its charms. Having slowly and lovingly driven the Pacific Coast Highway from San Francisco to Los Angeles, I lamented how coming back to New York City- which I admittedly love- was not so easy. Concrete jungle and all that….