Yeehaw!As you may or may not know, Jewlicious and friends in Israel are going to be picking produce on Friday morning with Table to Table. We have cars and buses leaving from Jerusalem and Tel Aviv early in the morning and the farm where we will be picking is located near Rehovot. Driving and transportation details will follow. Oh. Have I mentioned this already? Yes I have. But in the many emails I’ve gotten, the most frequently asked questions are “What time of day will this be happening at?” (Starts in the early morning) “Where are the buses leaving from?” (Jerusalem and Tel Aviv – details to follow once we know how many people are going) “Will there be babes there?” (Undoubtedly) etc. I hope I adequately answered those questions.

Remember, the vegetables or fruit or whatever that we are picking would otherwise be plowed over. Totally wasted. In working with Table to Table we will help rescue food that will make its way to food banks, old folks homes, homeless shelters etc. And then it’s also good to note that Rosh Hashanna is coming up, followed by Yom Kippur. Why not do something nice so that this year God puts you in the Book of Life and doesn’t, you know, kill you and stuff.

Thirty Shekels gets you food, drink and transportation! Join us this Friday – send your RSVPS by email to jewlicious [at] gmail dot com, let us know if you have any dietary issues and we will let you know when we are leaving and where from. You can also call me at 054 6647238 if you have any questions etc. Please don’t call to ask me if my refrigerator is running… Oh and check out who else is coming on the Facebook Event page for Jewlicious at the Farm.

Thanks for the help with the pic Shani…

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Founder and Publisher of Jewlicious, David Abitbol lives in Jerusalem with his wife, newborn daughter and toddler son. Blogging as "ck" he's been blocked on twitter by the right and the left, so he's doing something right.

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  • “What time of day will this be happening at?” (Starts in the early morning)… “Will there be babes there?” (Undoubtedly)

    Now Muffti knows you are lying – everyonek nows that babes don’t get up early in the morning. If they are seen early in the morning its the result of still being awake from the night before!

    Shame on you!

  • Well, by your own internal logic, it seems that it is still possible that babes, up from the night before, can still attend.

    Just sayin…

  • Yes, Muffti agrees. But what kinda babe is going to attend a farm thingie after staying up all night?

    Sarah, tough question. but Muffti is pretty sure it’s a necessary condition that they aren’t waking up early in the morning 🙂

  • Have I got a poem for Muffti!
    (Found it somewhere on the internet a while back.)

    I woke early one morning,
    The earth lay cool and still
    When suddenly a tiny bird
    Perched on my window sill,
    He sang a song so lovely,
    So carefree and so gay,

    That slowly all my troubles
    Began to slip away.
    He sang of far off places,
    Of laughter and of fun,
    It seemed his very trilling,
    Brought up the morning sun.

    I stirred beneath the covers,
    Crept slowly out of bed,
    Then gently shut the window
    And crushed its fucking head.

    I’m not a morning person.

  • 1) CK, Muffti only said it was a necessary condition, not a sufficient one. So not getting pu doesn’t mean you are a babe, just that one condition is fulfilled.

    2) The ‘rule’ is a generalization, not a strict universal. If a babe lives somewhere where the US bombs everyday at 6 a.m. waking her up, she can still be a babe. Muffti thinks that having a job can count as an exception t the rule.

  • 1) CK, Muffti only said it was a necessary condition, not a sufficient one. So not getting pu doesn’t mean you are a babe, just that one condition is fulfilled.

    2) The ‘rule’ is a generalization, not a strict universal. If a babe lives somewhere where the US bombs everyday at 6 a.m. waking her up, she can still be a babe. Muffti thinks that having a job can count as an exception t the rule.

  • Clearly the waking up thing is a ludicrous condition – even by muffti’s standards, given his tortured use of exculpatory language.

    A babe is someone who is, as the French say, bien dans sa peau. Comfortable with who and what she/he is, she/he recognizes his/her limitations and makes no excuses for his/her strengths. A babe is wise. This is not the same as smart or intelligent or even educated. A babe has a great sense of empathy. A babe is fearless, even about his/her vulnerabilities. A babe knows how to cook at least one thing really well. A babe has a voracious curiosity. A babe knows how to be a friend.

    These are my standards. others might have different and/or simpler standards like “A babe has big knockers.”

    Now most importantly, a babe in Israel on Friday will come and help us pick vegetables. Thats what a babe would do!

  • GM’s point wasn’t ludicrous, just not complete:

    She’s a babe when she wakes up… with me.

  • Babes do not submit to Brazilian waxes unless their honeys do the same.

    What’s fair is fair, and babes understand this is fundamental.

    If I could, I would gladly traipse through Israel picking vegetables this Friday. I’d even throw in some kind of uplifting work song to cheer everyone on. I’ll be with you in spirit, though.

  • Depends – are you passionate about the falafel? Then you might be a babe. Also, would you be willing to help distribute excess falafel to needy homes and individuals? Then you’re definitely a babe.

  • I’ve volunteered for cooking at a summer camp for 120 kids from socially disadvantaged families. Babe enough?

  • …did this for Table to Table back in July. We picked cucumbers in a hothouse. We learned that size matters. Smaller is better…tasting.

  • Hmmmm….so according to CK’s definition (I pick fruit and make really good chocolate chip cookies), I am a complete babe! 🙂 According to Mufti (I woke up at 5 AM this morning) I am not a babe.

    Clearly, CK is wise and Mufti is a loser.

    See you tomorrow on the farm–red bandana and all.

    Gila