November 30th-December 1st 2021 – Happy Hanukah

We are overjoyed to be opening the month of December with Samar’s spectacular dates, newly-arrived from the autumn harvest. For those of you who are already addicted and have been pining away, inquiring, and begging, it’s party time!! They’re back! For those who have not yet discovered this wonder, meet Kibbutz Samar in the Eilot region, home to incredible organic date groves.

Samar dates are available in three different varieties: Barhi – round, soft and oh so sweet, famously known in its fresh form as a yellow date. Kibbutz Samar experimented in drying this date whilst still on the tree like other dates, and discovered that as a dry fruit the barhi boasts a delicious flavor and unique texture. They coined it Toffi shel Tamar (“date toffee”), and it is a dangerously divine fruit to its many addicts and those to come. Barhi’s sibling Dekel Nur is elongated, darker and drier. It is less sweet, and if you are accustomed to Yemenite or Iraqi dates, you will be awash in nostalgia. Last but not least – the Medjhoul – big, juicy and delectably sweet.

You are welcome to purchase Samar dates in packages of 5kg or 1kg (the Medjhoul is available only in small packages). Add them to your boxes today via our order system.

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Once Upon a Time in Greece – A Timely Story

Once upon a long, long time ago in Athens, the city residents gathered together on the tallest hill in town to watch the contest that would determine who was to become the Patron God of the Attica Region (where the city of Athens resides.) Two very impressive gods were vying for the post: Poseidon, god of the sea and other waters, as well as horses and earthquakes; and his niece, Athena, the goddess of wisdom and military victory, as well as justice and art. In order to claim the coveted title, each of them was to offer the Athenians one gift. The Athenians, in turn, would decide which gift they preferred, and the patron would be chosen accordingly. Poseidon went first. He struck the earth with his pitchfork, it cracked open and a spring erupted from the breach. But the water was salty, and the Athenians found no use for it (in another version, it was a horse that emerged). Athena went next, offering the gift of an olive tree which she produced from the earth. Cecrops, king of Athens, and his subjects voted for Athena, of course, and henceforth the graceful olive tree would accompany them, providing food, light, heat and building material.

The Athenians’ choice can be viewed as solely practical, but if you scrutinize the story, I think you’ll grasp their decision to reject the pitchfork pugnaciously penetrating the earth (and the god that stabbed it, known for his anger outbursts and his unstable personality) and opting for growth, nourishment and endurance. The olive tree would chaperon the Athenians and all the residents of the Mediterranean Basin, providing a symbol of victory and luck for humanity, and in time an emblem of peace, harmony and tranquility.

When the Biblical flood subsided, the dove returned to Noah carrying an olive branch, signifying that the water had receded, the chaos had abated and the growth and life smothered for many days by angry flood waters could finally arise anew. Athena would overcome Poseidon here as well. And as tales twist their ways into our lives, the olive tree and its precious oil would lend themselves to the Hasmoneans as they battled the Greeks, reclaiming freedom of religion and nationality. That same cruse of oil, a reincarnated offspring of the tree of Athena, god of justice, would return harmony and justice to the renovated, purified Jerusalem temple.

Hanukah, our festival of lights, arrives during the shortest days of the year, when darkness creeps upon us earlier and earlier. These days, when it seems that Nature is shutting down the lighting system before we get to the end of the chapter, we recall Athena’s gift. With assistance from that same exact nature, we harvest the olive groves, produce olive oil and light our oil lamp to illuminate our path and fill us with joy. And even one thin candle then vanquishes the darkness.

To me, Hanukah is a paean to how little one needs to abolish hardship and cruelty, to dismantle them, to find a soft corner within them. This holiday celebrates the victory of moderation. It tells us that sometimes so very little is needed to create so much light – only one small flask of oil, a few good intentions and the willingness to believe and to give, a little goodwill and love to drive away loneliness or to break into laughter (and it’s already been said that the difference between one friend and none is infinite). Like a thin, slight candle which conquers the darkness the moment it is lit.

This is the time of year that marks the end of the harvest season for olives, the fruit of one of the most modest and self-denying trees in existence. This is a tree that hardly demands a thing and stands sturdy and graceful for years on end. Dry or rainy, hot or cold, the olive tree can endure it all and still emerge strong. Silently, this survivor, who has been around for over 6,000 years, produces olives that provide us with oil for our light, food for our health, balms for our wounds, softeners for our skin, and more.

And just in time, too! The olive harvest is the last in the chain of harvest seasons: by now we’ve reaped, gathered, picked, pruned, and collected all the bounty of our fields into the storehouses and the wine presses, taken pride with our successes or worried over our failures. And at the finale of this drama, voila, the olive harvest season debuts. There wasn’t much labor involved here, except mainly to hope for an appropriate measure of cold weather and rain, and a nice hard “first and second rain” to wash off the olives.

Modestly, silently, we harvest these hard fruits, which will burst with juice if we press hard on them, but not the kind of juice you want to lick off your fingers like from grapes, figs, pomegranates or dates. This is a strange and bitter juice which will strengthen our bodies in the long run, much more than that the sugar of sweet fruits. It will light our long winter nights. The olive harvest does not need lively festivals; this is a time of winter and introspection, to the quiet softness of a flickering candle flame.

It really is amazing to see golden oil burst out of such hard, un-tempting fruits. But in all honesty, it doesn’t start out golden. A rather disgusting sediment produces a rather foul, dirty liquid. Only after it sits in the dark does the oil separate from the dirty water and float above it, pure and light. This process is really magnificent and symbolic. It says a lot about what can seem futile or vain and what you can produce when you actually try, sometimes with effort and obstinacy. Give it a chance, and let time run its course without our interference. And then there’s all that health, goodness and light to be found at the end of the process….

Hanukah also marks the final date of the bringing of the first fruits to Jerusalem, probably in order to include those fruit that only now ripen – the olives, so important in Israelite culture. The first batches of olives and olive oil are indeed a reason to celebrate with an oil-kindling holiday.

The olive tree itself is a tree of light: its leaves, which do not fall during winter but courageously hang on all year, sport different shades on each side. The upper side of the leaf is dark green (or “olive green”), while the bottom is a silvery shade of white, covered in a thin fuzz which reflects the sunrays and thus protects the leaf from drying up. The leaves gently blowing in the wind with alternating hues of silver and green make a glorious vision of sparkling light, a sort of Hanu-Christmas tree.

Much has been said and written about the medicinal virtues of olive oil (for stomachaches, earaches and coughs, for starters), but also the olive leaves are excellent for our health, and drinking an olive leaf extract is in itself very advantageous. The antioxidants and flavonoids within it assist in lowering cholesterol and blood pressure as well as improving the blood flow in our arteries. They contain antifungal, anti-germ and anti-inflammatory agents, and are thus effective in easing the flu and preventing it. Perfect timing for this alternative vaccination as the common cold season prevails.

Hanukah symbolizes a battle for national and religious identity, usually associated with battling “the other.” Connecting to oneself must occur in parallel to disconnecting. There are those who insist this is inevitable. I beg to differ.

The olive that produced the oil to light the Temple menorah, that olive which appeared at the end of the flood, the olive formed by Athena in Attika and the olive cultivated by farmers in Syria, Greece, Italy, Spain, California, Lebanon, Palestine or Israel – they are all relatives in a family of over 2,000 olive species, offspring of the wild olive that grew here before humanity took its first steps, searching then for its identity and fighting its battles. All of them enjoy good years with rain and cold weather, and they all have suffered through the latest droughts and heatwaves. And though they are similar, they each have their own distinct variants – some descend from ancient heritage types, growing in olive groves passed down over generations, others are hybrid – developed for industrial purposes. They are all olives, but they each have their own identity, and their roots grow deep and firm in their own plot, never alienating themselves from their surroundings. This type of serene and confident rootedness, unapologetic and at the same time neither alienating nor entrenching, brings about blessing, growth and fertility. If only we could follow suit.

Birthday greetings to Mohammed, our work manager, and Aliza, our young and youthful translator to English, who celebrate their birthdays next week.

May we know to light a small candle
For us
For those we love
And to illuminate those who seem to us hateful or hated, threatening and foreign. Perhaps a light will glimmer for us on the other side, attempting to illuminate and find in us a smile and comfort.

Wishing everyone a holiday of humility and family, heartwarming and happy,
Alon, Bat Ami, Dror, Orin and the entire Chubeza team

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WHAT’S IN THIS WEEK’S BOXES? 

Monday: Kohlrabi/daikon, bell peppers/sweet potatoes, pumpkin/eggplant, Swiss chard/kale/New Zealand spinach or winter spinach, cabbage/broccoli, lettuce/arugula/tatsoi, beets/fennel, cucumbers, tomatoes, carrots, parsley/dill/coriander.

Large box, in addition: Turnips/baby radishes, scallions/celeriac/ stalk celery, Jerusalem artichoke/short Iraqi lubia/Thai yard-long beans (lubia)/okra.

FRUIT BOXES: Red or green apples/kiwi, pomegranates, clementinas/avocado, oranges/pomelit, bananas.

Wednesday: Kohlrabi/beets, bell peppers/sweet potatoes/eggplants, pumpkin/fennel, Swiss chard/kale/New Zealand spinach or winter spinach, cabbage/broccoli/cauliflower, lettuce, cucumbers, tomatoes, carrots, parsley/dill/coriander, turnips/baby radishes/daikon.

Large box, in addition: Baby greens mix/arugula/tatsoi, scallions/celeriac/stalk celery, Jerusalem artichoke/short Iraqi lubia/Thai yard-long beans/okra.

FRUIT BOXES: Red or green apples/kiwi, pomegranates, clementinas/avocado, oranges/pomelit, bananas.

Happy Diverse Chanukah!

For a tempting winter treat, make delicious cocktails out of the cider, juices and apple concentrates from Matsesa. Serve steaming or as an aperitif along with your entrees or as a mouthwatering finale together with dessert. Click here for two excellent recipes for yummy warm alcoholic cider and apple cider. The Matsesa crew can’t wait to hear how these came out, so please let them know!

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Light, my light, the world-filling light,
the eye-kissing light,
heart-sweetening light!

Ah, the light dances, my darling, at the center of my life;
the light strikes, my darling, the chords of my love;
the sky opens, the wind runs wild, laughter passes over the earth.

The butterflies spread their sails on the sea of light.
Lilies and jasmines surge up on the crest of the waves of light.

The light is shattered into gold on every cloud, my darling,
and it scatters gems in profusion.

Mirth spreads from leaf to leaf, my darling,
and gladness without measure.
The heaven’s river has drowned its banks
and the flood of joy is abroad.

Rabindranath Tagore

This week marked the formal beginning of wintertime. The skies already grow darker in late afternoon, evening falls earlier and earlier, and the hours of darkness keep extending. We walk into the house and flip on the lights. But in olden times, darkness had a much more dramatic effect. Candlelight or bonfire flickers were the only way to break the blackness, and danger prevailed during the long hours of darkness. As fear gripped the heart, the best way to confront the anxiety was through community gatherings lit up for the occasion. Which is why in many cultures, festivals of light are prominent during winter. Chanukah, Christmas, the Indian Diwali, Loi Krathong in Thailand, Klausjagen in Lucerne, the festival of lights in Lyon and other light-related festivals are specifically celebrated during this time of the year when the light wanes.

Chanukah, our very own festival of lights, celebrates the victory of the tiny light over the great darkness, in this case – the Greek occupation that inflicted its culture on the Jewish occupants of the country. Antiochus the Greek saw his Hellenistic culture as far loftier than the local Jewish culture which he perceived as barbaric, and sought to create unity among the nations he conquered. After all, what is better than one strong, beautiful and divinely prescribed culture to bring about loyalty, bonding and unity? He therefore prohibited the nations under his occupation to practice any religious and cultural rituals, and the Temple – the Jew’s symbol of spiritual expression and sacred practice – was desecrated, defiled and rendered impure. The Greek statue placed in the Temple and the religious persecution prohibiting Jews from practicing their sacred rituals were enacted to proclaim the supremacy of the Greek culture and the defeat of local beliefs.

Turns out, this didn’t actually work… The affront to culture and religion spawned a volatile rebellion, the conquering of Jerusalem by the Maccabees, purification of the holy Temple, and the return of Jewish rituals, leading to some 80 years of Hasmonean rule in Judah. When I was young, I was told this story as one that highlighted the victory of nationalism and religion. And perhaps, historically, that makes sense. But today when I return to the story, I can see the strength of the aspiration for autonomy and unique self-expression. A unification of culture cannot survive for long. We all need our identity and communal expression, and when there’s a broad spectrum of identity and cultures – that’s when the great light prevails.

In our food as well, without that wide variation, our vegetable salads, or any meal for that matter, would be very uniform and meager. In diverse places round the globe, many types of food and crops were developed and cultivated, and the synergy between them, without cancelling each other out, has created the marvelous wealth of our vegetable boxes. So in honor of Chanukah, I shall sing praises to the liberty of raising homegrown vegetables that are varied and interesting, and dedicate this newsletter and the next to the tale of agricultural culture worldwide.

In the beginning, wo/mankind were nomadic hunters and gatherers. They did not fence themselves in, did not build houses or work the field for agricultural cultivation. They moved from place to place, scavenging whatever they found along the way: weeds, grains, caryopsis, leaves, roots and fruit. Each season introduced additional crops, and people moved according to the weather, just like the migrating birds which spend their winters in warmer climates and escape the heat by drifting to cooler placer in summer. Seeds of grains, fruit and hard roots which can be stored for longer periods of time were sometimes preserved in preparation of harsh winters.

Over time, human beings discovered the secret of plant reproduction: if you keep the seeds yielded by the crop, you can replant them in the soil and grow a new plant. As people began settling down, they domesticated plants and animals by gathering the plants they enjoyed (not too bitter or toxic) closer to them to grow and cultivate. The seeds from the more successful crops were kept from season to season, also according to their use – those with extra-large leaves, a big root or fruit; those tastier than others, sweeter or stronger flavored, and those which demonstrated strength and durability in face of pests and weather hazards. Thus, humankind naturally, albeit with some intervention, developed species better adapted for his/her needs and uses. The earth surrounding their houses became rich in nitrogen, generated by animal and human wastes, which enriched the earth to make it extra-perfect for agriculture.

In the ancient Land of Israel region, two types of vegetable agriculture were developed: Dry Farming – using no irrigation, only rainwater, and Irrigated Farming – assisted by irrigation channels in small square vegetable plots, sometimes within orchards among the lines of trees. Among the plots, a system of narrow channels was dug, and water from the closest springs was channeled for irrigation. A cloth rag or pile of dust served as the faucet opening and closing for the water supply. This system is very suitable to a hilly topography where gravity can be used to cause water to flow.

In the Sataf Nature Reserve, situated in the Jerusalem hills there is a vivid example of irrigation plots in the ancient agriculture system.

These ancient, wise farmers used their calloused, veiny hands and small plots to grow a large variety of crops which were suitable to the soil and climate of their villages. They used goat and sheep manure from the herds shepherded in the area to enable the rigorous growth and reuse of the soil from one season to the next and one year to the next.

Thus, in various places in the world, different types of vegetables were developed, resulting in the vast variety of vegetables we have today:

In the Mediterranean, a wide range of vegetables developed including root vegetables such as radishes, turnips, garlic, celery and onion; and such leafy vegetables as cabbage, beets, fava, asparagus, artichoke and fennel. Agriculture in this entire area contributed  a great deal of its knowledge and species to Roman agriculture, which traversed next to all of Europe where the species that manage well in winter were acclimated better in Northern Europe (beets, carrots and other roots, various leaves and the good ol’ brassicas).

In the river valleys of China, amazing agriculture developed, still somewhat able to maintain its uniqueness. The Chinese contributed other leaf species such as Chinese cabbage, mustard greens, bokchoi, totsoi, mizuna (and many other greens), the giant radish, and of course – soy and rice. They were the ones who also developed the culture of sprouting, a crop which yields within a few days and offers a wealth of vitamins and enzymes.

In the warm and rainy regions of Central and South America, warm- weather veggies were grown, specifically members of the Solanaceae family – potatoes, tomatoes, eggplant and peppers – and the gourds: various squashes and pumpkins, as well as sweet potatoes, corn and various beans.

From Africa we received melons, okra, watermelon and an abundance of fruits. From the regions of India, we gained cucumbers, black-eyed peas, as well as many types of spices, including black pepper, basil, vanilla and others.

And there you have it – only local uniqueness and disunity allowed the development of this wide variety of dozens of different vegetables from hundreds of various species. A true song of praise to the autonomous liberty to create, cultivate, grow and taste.

May we enjoy a holiday of colorful and illuminating lights, each light shining its very own hue. And Bon Appetit!

Alon, Bat Ami, Dror, Yochai, Orin and the entire Chubeza crew

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WHAT’S IN THIS WEEK’S BOXES?

Monday: Swiss chard/New Zealand spinach/kale, kohlrabi/fennel, peas/ Jerusalem artichokes/sweet potatoes, fresh onions, cucumbers, tomatoes, beets, carrots, parsley/coriendar/dill, lettuce/arugula, daikon/turnips. Free gift: mizuna.

Large box, in addition: Celery/celeriac, broccoli/cabbage/cauliflower, scallions/totsoi.

FRUIT BOXES: Red oranges, avocadoes, red apples, clementinot.

Wednesday: Swiss chard/New Zealand spinach/kale, fennel, fresh onions, cucumbers, tomatoes, beets, carrots, parsley/coriendar/dill, lettuce/arugula/green mizuna, daikon/turnips. Small boxes only: peas/Jerusalem artichokes. Free gift: red mizuna.

Large box, in addition: Celery/celeriac, broccoli/cabbage, scallions/totsoi, kohlrabi/eggplants.

FRUIT BOXES: Red oranges, avocadoes, red or green apples, clementinot/banana.

November 11th-13th 2017 – Happy Hanukah

The Izza Pziza Dairy Is Back!

After a two-month break for whelping in the pen, milking has now started anew. Beginning next week, Izza Pziza’s outstanding yogurt and cheese products will be available to you once again. Towards whelping season, the dairy takes a break from milking out of consideration for the circle of life and goat health in order to dry up the milk in their udders at the end of the gestation period, and to allow the young kids to nurse for at least a month. The “first” milk, called colostrum, is thicker and richer in nutritious antibodies crucial for the development of the baby goat’s immune system at the beginning of its life. Now, as the little ones have grown a bit, milking has commenced and with it the availability of a variety of products: milk, yogurt, labaneh cheese, feta and hard cheeses, as well as goat milk jam.

You are welcome to add those products to next week’s delivery and henceforth via our order system.

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From the excellent organic field crops of Ein Harod in the Jezreel Valley, we now receive tiny, special seeds – organic teff seeds which you can now order to be added to your vegetable boxes. If you are unfamiliar with this unique super grain, read about it here, or check out some of these recipes. In addition to ordering Ein Harod’s organic teff seeds via our order system, you can order Minhat Haaretz’s teff flour (ground teff seeds) from us as well!

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Once again, we remind you that after a period of intense longing, the amazing Samar dates are back in three varieties: Barhi, Dekel Nur or Zahidi. Order them now to add to your boxes, via our order system.

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Once Upon a Time in Greece – A Timely Story

Once upon a long, long time ago in Athens, the city residents gathered together on the tallest hill in town to watch the contest that would determine who was to become the Patron God of the Attica Region (where the city of Athens resides.) Two very impressive gods were vying for the post: Poseidon, god of the sea and other waters, as well as horses and earthquakes; and his niece, Athena, the goddess of wisdom and military victory, as well as justice and art. In order to claim the coveted title, each of them was to offer the Athenians one gift. The Athenians, in turn, would decide which gift they preferred, and the patron would be chosen accordingly. Poseidon went first. He struck the earth with his pitchfork, it cracked open and a spring erupted from the breach. But the water was salty, and the Athenians found no use for it (in another version, it was a horse that emerged). Athena went next, offering the gift of an olive tree which she produced from the earth. Cecrops, king of Athens, and his subjects voted for Athena, of course, and henceforth the graceful olive tree would accompany them, providing food, light, heat and building material.

The Athenians’ choice can be viewed as solely practical, but if you scrutinize the story, I think you’ll grasp their decision to reject the pitchfork pugnaciously penetrating the earth (and the god that stabbed it, known for his anger outbursts and his unstable personality) and opting for growth, nourishment and endurance. The olive tree would chaperon the Athenians and all the residents of the Mediterranean Basin, providing a symbol of victory and luck for humanity, and in time an emblem of peace, harmony and tranquility.

When the Biblical flood subsided, the dove returned to Noah carrying an olive branch, signifying that the water had receded, the chaos had abated and the growth and life smothered for many days by angry flood waters could finally arise anew. Athena would overcome Poseidon here as well. And as tales twist their ways into our lives, the olive tree and its precious oil would lend themselves to the Hasmoneans as they battled the Greeks, reclaiming freedom of religion and nationality. That same cruse of oil, a reincarnated offspring of the tree of Athena, god of justice, would return harmony and justice to the renovated, purified Jerusalem temple.

Hanukah, our festival of lights, arrives during the shortest days of the year, when darkness creeps upon us earlier and earlier. These days, when it seems that Nature is shutting down the lighting system before we get to the end of the chapter, we recall Athena’s gift. With assistance from that same exact nature, we harvest the olive groves, produce olive oil and light our oil lamp to illuminate our path and fill us with joy. And even one thin candle then vanquishes the darkness.

To me, Hanukah is a paean to how little one needs to abolish hardship and cruelty, to dismantle them, to find a soft corner within them. This holiday celebrates the victory of moderation. It tells us that sometimes so very little is needed to create so much light – only one small flask of oil, a few good intentions and the willingness to believe and to give, a little goodwill and love to drive away loneliness or to break into laughter (and it’s already been said that the difference between one friend and none is infinite). Like a thin, slight candle which conquers the darkness the moment it is lit.

This is the time of year that marks the end of the harvest season for olives, the fruit of one of the most modest and self-denying trees in existence. This is a tree that hardly demands a thing and stands sturdy and graceful for years on end. Dry or rainy, hot or cold, the olive tree can endure it all and still emerge strong. Silently, this survivor, who has been around for over 6,000 years, produces olives that provide us with oil for our light, food for our health, balms for our wounds, softeners for our skin, and more.

And just in time, too! The olive harvest is the last in the chain of harvest seasons: by now we’ve reaped, gathered, picked, pruned, and collected all the bounty of our fields into the storehouses and the wine presses, taken pride with our successes or worried over our failures. And at the finale of this drama, voila, the olive harvest season debuts. There wasn’t much labor involved here, except mainly to hope for an appropriate measure of cold weather and rain, and a nice hard “first and second rain” to wash off the olives.

Modestly, silently, we harvest these hard fruits, which will burst with juice if we press hard on them, but not the kind of juice you want to lick off your fingers like from grapes, figs, pomegranates or dates. This is a strange and bitter juice which will strengthen our bodies in the long run, much more than that the sugar of sweet fruits. It will light our long winter nights. The olive harvest does not need lively festivals; this is a time of winter and introspection, to the quiet softness of a flickering candle flame.

It really is amazing to see golden oil burst out of such hard, un-tempting fruits. But in all honesty, it doesn’t start out golden. A rather disgusting sediment produces a rather foul, dirty liquid. Only after it sits in the dark does the oil separate from the dirty water and float above it, pure and light. This process is really magnificent and symbolic. It says a lot about what can seem futile or vain and what you can produce when you actually try, sometimes with effort and obstinacy. Give it a chance, and let time run its course without our interference. And then there’s all that health, goodness and light to be found at the end of the process….

Hanukah also marks the final date of the bringing of the first fruits to Jerusalem, probably in order to include those fruit that only now ripen – the olives, so important in Israelite culture. The first batches of olives and olive oil are indeed a reason to celebrate with an oil-kindling holiday.

The olive tree itself is a tree of light: its leaves, which do not fall during winter but courageously hang on all year, sport different shades on each side. The upper side of the leaf is dark green (or “olive green”), while the bottom is a silvery shade of white, covered in a thin fuzz which reflects the sunrays and thus protects the leaf from drying up. The leaves gently blowing in the wind with alternating hues of silver and green make a glorious vision of sparkling light, a sort of Hanu-Christmas tree.

Much has been said and written about the medicinal virtues of olive oil (for stomachaches, earaches and coughs, for starters), but also the olive leaves are excellent for our health, and drinking an olive leaf extract is in itself very advantageous. The antioxidants and flavonoids within it assist in lowering cholesterol and blood pressure as well as improving the blood flow in our arteries. They contain antifungal, anti-germ and anti-inflammatory agents, and are thus effective in easing the flu and preventing it. Perfect timing for this alternative vaccination as the common cold season prevails.

Hanukah symbolizes a battle for national and religious identity, usually associated with battling “the other.” Connecting to oneself must occur in parallel to disconnecting. There are those who insist this is inevitable. I beg to differ.

The olive that produced the oil to light the Temple menorah, that olive which appeared at the end of the flood, the olive formed by Athena in Attika and the olive cultivated by farmers in Syria, Greece, Italy, Spain, California, Lebanon, Palestine or Israel – they are all relatives in a family of over 2,000 olive species, offspring of the wild olive that grew here before humanity took its first steps, searching then for its identity and fighting its battles. All of them enjoy good years with rain and cold weather, and they all have suffered through the latest droughts and heatwaves. And though they are similar, they each have their own distinct variants – some descend from ancient heritage types, growing in olive groves passed down over generations, others are hybrid – developed for industrial purposes. They are all olives, but they each have their own identity, and their roots grow deep and firm in their own plot, never alienating themselves from their surroundings.

This type of serene and confident rootedness, unapologetic and at the same time neither alienating nor entrenching, brings about blessing, growth and fertility. If only we could follow suit.

Happy birthday to Mohammed, our work manager, and to Aliza, our English-language translator, who celebrated their birthdays last week.

May we know to light a small candle

For us

For our beloved

And to illuminate those who seem to us hateful or hated, threatening and foreign. Perhaps a light will glimmer for us on the other side in an attempt to illuminate us and find in us a smile and comfort.

Wishing us a holiday of humility and family, heartwarming and happy,

Alon, Bat Ami, Dror, Yochai and the entire Chubeza team

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WHAT’S IN THIS WEEK’S BRIGHT HANUKAH BOXES?

Monday: Coriander/dill/parsley, Swiss chard/spinach, lettuce, cucumbers, tomatoes, cauliflower, beets, scallions/leeks, sweet potatoes/ broccoli/carrots. Small boxes only: kale, celery. Special gift for all: arugula/mizuna.

Large box, in addition: Cabbage/eggplant, red and green bell peppers, baby radishes/daikon, Jerusalem artichoke, fennel.

Wednesday: Coriander/dill/tatsoi, lettuce/arugula/mizuna, cucumbers, tomatoes, cauliflower/cabbage, beets, scallions/leeks, sweet potatoes/ broccoli, kale, baby radishes/daikon. Small boxes only: celery.

Large box, in addition: Swiss chard/spinach, eggplant, Jerusalem Artichoke, fennel.

And there’s more! You can add to your basket a wide, delectable range of additional products from fine small producers: flour, sprouts, honey, dates, almonds, garbanzo beans, crackers, raw probiotic foods, dried fruits and leathers, olive oil, sourdough breads, gluten free breads, granola, natural juices, cider and jams, apple vinegar, dates silan and healthy fruit snacks, ground coffee, tachini, honey candy, spices and goat dairy too! You can learn more about each producer on the Chubeza website. On our order system there’s a detailed listing of the products and their cost, you can make an order online now!