Lockshen is a traditional Jewish dish made with egg noodles (use something of tagliatelle width, or there abouts). It can be a savoury dish made with cheese but it’s most popular version is the equivalent to bread and butter pudding. I like to serve it on a plate sprinkled with cinnamon and icing sugar. Serve it hot for best results. And if you make a big batch you can always freeze it for up to one month.
Ingredients
50g margarine (so the recipe is kosher)
225g egg noodles
2 eggs
cinnamon (I like a lot, about 1 tbsp but you can flavour as desired)
1 grated cooking apple
zest of 1 lemon
75g currents
Instructions
Preheat the oven to 150 degrees Celsius
Put margarine into an oven-to-table casserole dish
Warm dishes/melt margarine in oven
Mix eggs, sugar, cinnamon, currents and apple
Boil the noodles until just soft
Take dish out of oven
Coat sides of dish with margarine
Any excess margarine pour into the apple and current mixture
Drain noodles and cool under cold water
Mix noodles with apple and current mixture
Pour noodle mixture into dish
Bake for 1 hour or until set inside and crisp on top
Cut into portions and serve with a sprinkling of icing sugar and cinnamon
Last week the Sayle Gallery on the Isle of Man opened a new exhibition which displays wartime works by German and Austrian internees, marking 70 years since the opening of the internment camps. The artists were thousands of men and women sent to the island during World War II. Some were Jewish refugees, arrested by the British as enemy aliens in May 1940. Others were Germans who had been captured by the British and who expected Hitler to liberate them imminently.
The artists used whatever they had to hand – wallpaper, newspapers, boxes, even a piano; and made anything from collages, to sculptures and paintings. Martin Bloch’s Miracle in the Interment Camp is probably the most renowned; it shows herrings being transformed into mermaids as five men sit at a table.
The exhibition illustrates that even though the freedom and creation of art was being impeded on the continent, even in the desperate conditions of British internment camps, art lived on and even thrived.
Forced Journeys runs until 23rd May 2010
Sayle Gallery, Villa Marina Colonnade, 1-3 Harris Promenade, Douglas IM1 2HN
The 27th January 2010 marked the 65th anniversary of the liberation of Auschwitz concentration camp. The day also marked the annual International Holocaust Day. On this day, a number of students, former students, teachers, friends and family, came together to mark the incredible work of Joe Perl and his wife, Sylvia. Joe was one of the lucky ones. He survived the Holocaust of the Jews. However, many of his relatives, including his young nieces and nephews were not so lucky. A few members of Joe’s family did survive and in the 1960s he was reunited with them in Budapest.
Joe Perl
Joe has dedicated his life to speaking about his experiences and the tragedy the Holocaust inflicted upon so many. He has spent so much of his life speaking to children, capturing their minds, all in an attempt to ensure such a Holocaust never happens again. I was fortunate to meet Joe some ten years ago while I was a student at Calthorpe Park School, and then again on several subsequent occasions. I was asked to pay tribute to Joe last week and although my words will never do him or his wife justice, this was my attempt to say thank you:
When I was asked to speak tonight, I did not hesitate to agree. I am Charlotte Jones and I left Calthorpe Park School in 2002. I was fortunate to meet Joe, and his lovely wife Sylvia, on several occasions throughout my time in education. I have been told that time is unfortunately limited as we have rather a lot to get through this evening. However, I would like to say a few words of personal thanks to Joe and Sylvia before we begin to hear a number of tributes from both those who are here and those who were unable to attend this evening.
The first time I met Joe was on the school’s annual Holocaust Day. My peers and I were ages thirteen and fourteen. Being a keen history and religious studies student, I was naturally interested in listening to Joe’s story. However, as I am sure many others will echo this evening, it proved to be a poignant moment for everyone, even those will little interest in academics. Even those who often bordered on the verge of insolence, sat quietly, in shock and listened to the events of Joe’s life unfold. All were very much aware that these tales were not simply a story, but a tragedy and until this day I am sure that those former students who had the privilege to listen to Joe speak, know the importance of Holocaust education. After all, the day students meet Joe changes their lives. Years later, at they watch the news, or read a newspaper, they will not simply switch it off, or put it down, simply moving on. Instead, with the memory of Joe in the back of their head, they will really think about world events and contemplate the motivations and regrettable actions of others.
A good old fashion roast chicken is a staple to many a Jewish meal, particularly across Eastern Europe. This is my take on Biblical Chicken, combining several elements to traditional Jewish recipes and a few of my own personal touches.
This biscuit recipe is one of my tried and tested favourites. I took a particular interest in Jewish history and Judaism while at school after visiting the Synagogue in Reading. I studied Religious Studies after school as an extra GCSE and during the year in which we looked at Judaism, Joe Perl and his wife Sylvia who were Holocaust survivors, would come in and tell us about their beliefs and feed us scrumptious food that they would normally eat over festivals or holy days such as the Sabbath. A year or so after I left school I came across a giant Jewish cookery book. I’ve used it so much and its dessert recipes are usually good. This is my adaptation of the traditional Jewish Kipferl biscuits which originated and continue to be popular in the former Austro-Hungarian Empire states. They make great presents when tied up in some cellophane, and I usually hand them out, somewhat ironically, at Christmas time. I suppose I should really call them my Hanukkah gifts!
