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Hummus, Sabih and other food from Israel

Posted on : 22-08-2017 | By : Cindy | In : Uncategorized


Sabih. Photo from ‘Jerusalem’ recipe book.

I love my butcher! Almost every week since returning from Israel I have asked him for the same thing: 300 grams of finely chopped lamb shoulder.  It can’t be run through the mincer; it has to be chopped with a knife and it takes time. If I had to do it myself I would not be so frequently making this delicious meal of hummus topped with spiced pan fried lamb, green chilli lemon sauce and pinenuts. The recipe I follow (and the picture of it above) is from Yotam Ottolenghi’s ‘Jerusalem’ cookbook.

Our first dinner out in Tel Aviv I didn’t recognise the hummus smeared around the plate. It was smooth and pale unlike the coarse, coloured version I have always made (see Hummus recipe post). We had lined up with all the locals at a trendy outdoor food bar pumping with cool music and ordered several dishes without really knowing what they were. We ended up with a delicious spread of hummus with chickpeas, hummus with lamb, salads and thick fluffy pita bread – far too much for three of us!

This Israeli style hummus is so easy to make. In a food processor blend 400g can of chickpeas, 200g light tahini, 4 tablespoons lemon juice, 4 garlic cloves and 1 teaspoon salt. With machine running gradually add about 100ml iced water until the hummus is pale and creamy. You can adjust the quantities to suit – I like lots of garlic and lemon juice, and less salt.

The next day we were in Jerusalem walking through Hezekiah’s tunnel – a 550 metre narrow and often claustrophobic tunnel constructed over 3000 years ago with such perfect engineering that experts still today have not figured out how they did it! It was packed with people including a group of schoolkids, one of which, as we walked through the ankle deep water guided by torchlight and bending our heads at the low parts, lit up a cigarette!

Then it was off to the famous Mahane Yehuda market where the smells were infinitely better – fresh peaches, cherries, dates, figs, delicate saffron and rosebud tea. There were olives, cheese, meats, nuts and seeds including roasted sunflower seeds, a favourite Israeli snack food. There were huge rounds of halva, Turkish delight in rose, green and orange, men pouring syrup over rows of baklava and others offering samples of tahini straight from the enormous stone wheels that were crushing the sesame seeds.

Just outside the market we stopped for lunch – ‘the best Sabih in Israel’ according to our Israeli guide. It was amazing – fresh pita bread stuffed with eggplant, hard boiled egg, finely chopped tomatoes, cucumber, parsley, tahini sauce, mango sauce and zhoung – a spicy, chilli, parsley, coriander sauce.

Wandering back through the market, we finished our lunch with a thumb sized cup of thick Turkish coffee and a tiny triangle of baklava – heaven!

I loved how every meal came with a salad – cucumber, tomato, herbs and often chickpeas or seeds. The salad pictured below was at an amazing hummus restaurant somewhere between Caesarea and Megiddo. It was a small, nondescript building tucked in behind a service station – a place only a local would know about – and judging by the queue, they did! The pita bread was still warm from the oven, the food deliciously fresh and the Turkish coffee afterwards flavoured with cardamon.

Trying the local food has got to be one of the best things about travel. Can’t wait for the next trip!!


Book research in Samaria

Posted on : 05-08-2017 | By : Cindy | In : Uncategorized


I was in Israel to research my latest novel – the Bible account of the Samaritan woman at the well – and get a feel for the land where, over the centuries, a host of different cultures and religions have jostled uncomfortably against each other.

‘Did you hear about the Jewish man who was attacked and his car smashed with rocks?’ I asked Eli, our excellent Jewish tour guide. It was a hot June afternoon in Samaria and the road we were driving down looked awfully like one I had seen on the news the week before.

‘Yes, it happened just up here,’ he replied as though pointing out another scenic spot. ‘Don’t worry, I brought my gun today!’

We passed by the checkpoint guarding the way into the Palestinian-only area of Nablus, turned left and wound our way up Mount Gerizim to the Samaritan community who live at its summit. In the first century around one million Samaritans lived in this region, including the main character of my novel. Today they number just eight hundred and live either on Mount Gerizim or in a community near Tel Aviv.

Samaritans follow strictly the first five books of the Bible and believe that Mount Gerizim, not Jerusalem, is the true holy mountain. This difference of opinion over which mountain to worship on caused great animosity between Jews and Samaritans in the first century, so much so that most Jews walking to Jerusalem from northern Israel would take an extra day just to avoid going through Samaria.

‘I can’t take you into Nablus,’ Eli had told me when I asked to visit Jacob’s well. ‘But I will find a Palestinian who can.’ It seemed not much had changed in two thousand years – Jews were still not particularly welcome in Samaria.

We left Eli on Mount Gerizim and went with Nasser, a Palestinian Muslim, down the other side of the mountain through the dusty, narrow streets of Nablus. At the base of the mountain, tucked between Mount Gerizim and Mount Ebal was Tel Balata – the ruins of the ancient city of Shechem. It was here that Abraham first stopped in the land of Canaan and where the Lord first promised him the land (Gen. 12:6-7). As we wandered around the stone altar, still standing after all these thousands of years, I wondered if it was the same site where Abraham had built his altar to the Lord.

As we picked up sherds of patterned pottery and white plaster, scattered amidst wild olive trees and half exposed stone walls, I wondered if what we held in our hands were perhaps once part of a plastered wall or an ornate water jug. Had the first century children of nearby Sychar also combed these ruins for treasure? Had the woman at the well ever come here? After all it was only a five minute walk to Jacob’s well (built by Abraham’s grandson) where the women of Sychar came each day for water, and where weary travelers refreshed themselves on their long walk north to Sebaste and Galilee or south to Jerusalem.

Our five minute walk to Jacob’s well wound through the back streets of Nablus. A group of young men stared suspiciously as we passed them; I was glad to be with Nasser. He seemed to know everyone, including the man who was caring for Jacob’s well and the Greek Orthodox church that is built over it.


‘The priest is in Greece on holiday,’ he said. ‘So it is a Muslim who will show you through the Christian church!’ The man praised the priest and the work he has done over the years to make the church so beautiful.

‘You can take photos up here but not of the well,’ he said as we walked down stone steps to a small, low ceilinged room.

We drew water from the deep well and drank; it was sweet and cool. I placed my hand on the stone, telling myself that Jesus touched this same stone all those years ago. This was the well where he rested after a long day’s walk and spoke with a Samaritan woman – an outrageous thing for a Jewish rabbi to do, both because she was a woman and a Samaritan.

As we walked back through the church I thanked Nasser’s friend, giving him an Australian key ring as a tiny gift. ‘For that,’ he said, smiling broadly, ‘would you like to take a photo of the well?’ We hurried back down. This was the one thing I had most wanted on the trip and I was so thankful I had bought the arguably ‘tacky’ present at the airport.

We wound our way back up Mount Gerizim. It was on this mountain that the Israelites, after forty years of wandering, promised to follow the ways of the Lord. Six tribes stood on Mount Gerizim to pronounce the blessings of obedience, and six tribes stood on neighboring Mount Ebal to pronounce the curses if they did not follow God. (Josh. 8:33)

‘See how everything grows on this mountain and not on the other,’ said the Samaritan priest who escorted us through the Samaritan museum. He pointed through the window at the lush growth outside, and beyond to the barren slopes of Mount Ebal. As we left, the Samaritan priest made a final, heartfelt statement: ‘Without God, you have nothing.’

We all nodded emphatically in agreement – Samaritan, Muslim, Jew and Christian. It was a moment of connection, something we all deeply believed. It was a moment I will treasure.


Since then I have pondered the dichotomy of people who believe in God but disagree with each other, sometimes to the point of hatred and violence. Is it that each religion follows a different human explanation of who God is? The Samaritans follow the teachings of Moses; the Jews follow Moses plus the Prophets; Christians follow Jesus – a Jew who said he was the son of God – the Messiah who the Jews and Samaritans were waiting for. He said that he came not to abolish, but to fulfill the law of Moses and the Prophets. (Matt. 5:17)

The woman at the well clearly struggled with this when she spoke to Jesus at the well: “Our fathers worshiped on this mountain, but you Jews claim that the place where we must worship is in Jerusalem.”

Jesus declared, “Believe me woman, a time is coming when you will worship the Father neither on this mountain nor in Jerusalem… for salvation is from the Jews. Yet a time is coming and has now come when the true worshipers will worship the Father in spirit and truth, for they are the kind of worshipers the Father seeks.” (John 4:20-24)

When the religious leaders tested Jesus by asking him what was the greatest commandment he replied, ” ‘Love the Lord your God with all your heart and with all your soul and with all your mind.’ This is the first and greatest commandment. And the second is like it: ‘Love your neighbor as yourself.’ All the Law and Prophets hang on these two commandments.” (Matt. 22:37-39)

Perhaps in loving God some of us forget to love those who think differently to us; perhaps in loving others some of us forget to love God.










Give us this day our daily bread…

Posted on : 27-05-2017 | By : Cindy | In : Aging, Bread, New Zealand, Older-age, Policy watch & public health, Research



‘I need to eat more bread for protein,’ my 79 year old mother announced over the phone.

‘Bread?’ I countered in my ‘dietitian/daughter knows best’ voice. ‘Milk would be better, or nuts or tuna.’

‘Well, the report said that bread is a good way for us older people to keep up our protein so I’ve just bought myself a lovely, little loaf from the French bakery and eaten the whole lot!’ my Mum replied.

The moment I got off the phone I searched for the report she had cited, convinced that she was somehow mistaken. But there it was, the LiLACS study by Professor Ngaire Kerse and Professor David Cameron-Smith, Chair in Nutrition at the University of Auckland’s Liggins Institute following the health of almost 1000 people (Maori and European) aged 80-90 years. It’s the world’s first longitudinal study of an indigenous population aged 80 or over. Highly timely considering that over the next ten years there will be an estimated 166% increase in Maori reaching this age.

So where does the protein – bread story fit in? Protein is needed to maintain muscle mass. We need muscles not only to give us a great shape but more importantly to keep us strong and steady on our feet. Elderly people need strong muscles to stay active, mobile and to reduce the risk of falling. This is why the recommended daily amount rises an extra 10-15 grams for people over 70 to 57 grams for women and 81 grams protein for men.

How much protein is in bread? I raced to my pantry, pulling out bread, milk, tuna and peanut butter to check the labels. Here’s what I found.

Two 45g slices of my organic wholemeal bread = almost 10g protein  (Bread varies in protein content depending on ingredients so check your own favourite loaf.)

A small cup of milk (200mls) = 7.g

A small tin (95g) tuna = 15g

Two teaspoon 100% peanut butter (20g) = 5.6g

1 egg = 6g

150g fillet steak = 40g

Bread can’t compete with meat for being a protein powerhouse but it certainly helps. Some current ‘healthy’ diets vilify and exclude bread as a criminal carb. Yet bread, especially slow rise, sourdough, has been a  staple part of the diet for thousands of years, providing energy, protein, vitamins and fibre.

Prof. Cameron-Smith said that elderly people lose muscle on the current ‘healthy’ diet and that bread is an important protein to help combat this. A sedentary, middle aged person might well do with eating less bread but for those heading towards 80 who find their appetite waning or meat too hard to chew, a peanut butter or cheese sandwich might be just the protein boost your muscles need.


Silk from the Land of Han and cherishing beautiful words

Posted on : 18-05-2017 | By : Cindy | In : Uncategorized



In my latest novel the main character, Leah, imports exquisite silk from the land of the Han. The Han dynasty spanned four hundred years from 206BC – 220AD and actively traded with the Roman empire along the so-called Silk Road. So on my recent visit to China I was excited to see the ancient Shu style of embossed silk (above) that most likely traveled along the Silk Road, and to visit the Three Gorges Museum to see artifacts from the time of the Han.


This amazing rhinoceros shaped copper belt hook inlaid with jade caught my eye. Imagine how big you would have to be to wear such a solid thing at your waist! I can imagine it being carried by horse and camel across the treacherous mountains and vast deserts of the Silk Road, being traded for dates, pomegranates, spices or glass and finally ending up resting on the ample girth of a Roman general or senator.


The language used in the museum displays was fascinating, displaying a fluidity in use of words that made me at times laugh and at other times sigh with delight. Some of the students in my writing workshops used language in the same loosely poetic way. I loved it!


For centuries the Chinese have valued the written word. So much so that in Chengdu I found an ancient ‘burning tower’ from the Qing dynasty. The inscription read: ‘In ancient times, people cherished every word greatly and all papers with words or drawings shall be burnt in the tower together to show respect.’


Finally, as we were about to board our flight I found, in the tiny snack shop, Sun Zi’s ‘The Art of War’ printed on silk pages and written in ancient Chinese with English translation! Although written 2500 years ago, it is still today studied throughout the world by both military and business students. My son will be reading it for the wisdom of strategy and leadership while I will be marveling at the ancient words, the beautiful Chinese characters and running my fingers over the silken pages.

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