They are almost like characters in a book, these relatives that I have heard so much about but never had the opportunity to meet. The baker, the grocer, and the tanner. Yisroel (Isser) Gutman, my maternal grandfather, the one who I know the most about, owned a tannery in Mogielnica. Is it coincidence or did I purposely seek out the stories of my namesake? What I do know is that he was observant, davening in Shul three times a day, leaving little time to spend with his family. My mother told us how he maimed himself to avoid conscription into the Polish army out of fear that he would be forced to eat “treif.”
My favorite story was the one of his great adventure. One night, long before the war, Isser left his home in the middle of the night, while everyone else was asleep, to rendezvous with an uncle with who had concocted a plan. They had hired a driver with a horse and wagon to meet them at a certain hour and take them to the port where they boarded a ship bound for the United States. Apparently when my grandmother woke up that morning and heard the news, she went to the port to stop him, but it was too late. Yes, my grandfather left his family without any discussion, but I prefer to think about the great lengths that he undertook to improve their lot. Isser stayed in New York for about a year, but we don’t know anything about his life there. Did he work as a tanner, did he live on the Lower East side, where I imagine him living, was he happy, lonely, prosperous? We know that my grandmother refused to join him in this “heathen” land and eventually Isser returned to Poland and neither she nor he survived
I think of Isser more often during this time of year because of two stories that connect him to the holidays. One was that he would insist on eating all of his meals in the sukkah no matter how bad the weather was, forcing my grandmother to carry his food out to him while the rest of the family ate inside. The other story is that the head of the fish, which was considered not only a delicacy but also a symbol of good fortune, was always saved for my grandfather on Rosh Hashana, out of deference and respect.
We didn’t make fish for Rosh Hashana but we did serve other symbolic foods. Dates and pomegranates, beets and kreplach, (kreplach represent our concealed fate for the coming year.) In Yiddish the word for carrots is mehren, a word that also means multiply or increase, so they too were included. I like to slice them and drizzle them with olive oil so that they look like a bowl of glistening golden coins, a reminder of the riches we hope for in the New Year. Riches that come in the form of enjoying good health, from spending time with family, and from remembering and sharing the stories that have enriched my life. These carrots, although not an Ashkenazi dish, remind me of Isser who wanted more from life and tried his best to achieve it. G’mar Hatimah Tovah.
Moroccan Carrots
2 pounds large carrots, peeled and sliced into coin size thickness
1/3 cup olive oil
juice of two lemons
5 garlic cloves, minced
2 tsp ground cumin
salt and pepper to taste
Boil sliced carrots in a large pot of water for about 8 minutes. Drain under cold water. Place carrots in bowl and toss with remaining ingredients. Adjust seasoning. Sprinkle with chopped cilantro if desired. Serves 6-8 as a side dish.
Enjoy,
Irene
June 21, 2013 at 5:12 PM
I had a ton of carrots in my house and I remembered reading this recipe, so I just made these for dinner tonight! Thanks Irene 🙂 Shabbat Shalom!!
June 22, 2013 at 8:55 PM
Hi Julie,
I am so glad you thought of it! How did it come out??? Is your sister getting married?? If so, big mazel tov to all of you!! See you in just a few weeks!
All my love,
Irene
September 29, 2012 at 7:21 AM
I love spicy Moroccan carrots – especially on Rosh Hashana as a break from all the sweet recipes. Thanks for sharing.
September 29, 2012 at 10:42 PM
Me too, making spicy salsa tomorrow!
September 21, 2012 at 5:36 AM
I’m going to make the carrots right now! Heard you had a beautiful Rosh Hashana at David and Elizabeth’s toghether
with my daughter (and that he did a great job as rabbi). Shana Tova to you, Norm and the entire family.
September 21, 2012 at 5:38 AM
Good morning Esther,
We did have a wonderful time and it was just great having Maayan around. Shabbat Shalom and Gmar Hatimah Tovah. Hope you like the carrots!
September 20, 2012 at 10:00 AM
Love the stories, love the author, love the recipe!
September 20, 2012 at 8:11 PM
Wow, thanks Elin!! Shana Tovah!
September 20, 2012 at 9:57 AM
Irene, you have outdone yourself. Really — I have no words. GREAT post and I’ll definitely make the recipe! Love, Elin
September 20, 2012 at 8:19 AM
Ok carrots sound good and “normal” however the story is amazing and worth even trying the carrots which then might be fantastic.keep those stories and recipes coming…. happy and healthy new years to you and the family and of course all the readers…..
September 20, 2012 at 8:36 PM
Thanks so much Denise. The carrots are right up your alley, easy and good. Shana Tovah, sorry we missed the get-together.
September 20, 2012 at 8:14 AM
Beautifully written once again, Irene. Thanks for sharing your stories (and recipes) with us.
September 20, 2012 at 8:38 PM
Thanks for commenting Susan!!! Also helps to have some encouragement.
Shana Tovah!