Posts Tagged ‘Mustard’

Remember the days back in college when all you needed to guarantee attendance was a sign advertising “free food”?

Well, step right up ladies and gents, have I got good news for you!  You, yes, you can have FREE salad and stewing veg all winter long — if you can identify it, that is.

It’s sprouting from every street corner, alley, empty lot, park, and even every private garden in Tel Aviv.  And most of you probably thought they were just lowly weeds.

An Anarchists’ Amblings

My good friend Moshe invited me to come along on a walking tour being hosted by Salon Mazal, an interesting place that according to Wikipedia is:

an infoshop in Tel Aviv, Israel. Its purpose is to spread information and raise awareness of issues related to social change, including human rights, animal rights, the environment, globalization, social and economic oppression, consumerism, feminism and gender issues. It is run by an open, non-hierarchical collective of volunteers at 32 Yitzhak Sadeh Street, Tel Aviv.

I had actually been inside their premises a few years ago (and two locations ago), when I had no idea who they were…and left quickly when it sank in that I was in what appeared an anarchist bookshop.  Moshe says that they’ve actually branched out from then, hosting lovely events and lectures, and that generally friendly people frequent the place.  I’ll have to drop by sometime for a better look.

Back to the veg – As I was pouring wine all day last Friday (I got to open the Yarden Cabernet Sauvignon, a rare treat), so I couldn’t attend the walking tour.  Lucky for me, Moshe took me on a private post-shabbat nighttime tour of central Tel Aviv’s tiny patches of green, sharing with me what he learned from the experts.  What we found astounded me.


Hubezah - Hebrew for Mallow

Hubezah - Arabic for Mallow - חובזה in Hebrew

The mallow plant has gotten a bad wrap in modern times.  It’s been thought of as a subsistence green, a poor man’s refuge, if you catch my drift.  It used to grow just about everywhere in Israel.  In fact, I think it still does, despite the urban sprawl.  The Arab community cooks with it quite a bit, and it can be found in all of their suks.  The Jewish markets…not so much.  Luckily for us, this very easily identified plant grows everywhere…and I mean everywhere.  This is a great little article in Hebrew about mallow, and if this works, here is the googled-translation of the same story.  My friend Moshe told me to eat it like a salad green, very neutral yet pleasant taste.  The Arabs sautee it with onions, include it in stews, and I’ve seen it used to wrap other foods in (like grape leaves).



Slightly less obvious, but also quite plentiful is the mustard plant.  For those of you who have never eaten mustard greens, they taste like the condiment.  They really do.  Somewhat brighter, sometimes more spicy, even.  And this bold flavor is marvelous for cooking.  Moshe, who I might add is a vegan, recommended that it also be eaten raw.  Fine for some.  In the States I bought mustard greens when I could find them (the first time was a mistake…I’m a sucker for strange veg I’ve never tried before).  Great for stewing, steaming, sauteing. “Southern greens,” you know the kind that are stewed and drenched in fats and seasonings of all sorts indeed include mustard.  Even the flowers are good, spicier than the rest of the plant.


Sorrel with the lovely sour yellow flowers

My new favorite green!  I’ve already written about this green extensively, and now I don’t even have to hunt it down in the markets…it’s right out front!  With delicate little leaves that look like flat folded clover, the stems are sturdy and snap crunchily when you bite into them as the lemony sour taste pours into your mouth.  Lovely!  Every part of this plant is edible – leaf, stem, flower.  All sour.  It packs great punch in a salad, and as I’ve demonstrated a few times this year, it’s extremely wonderful in soups and stews.

There are a few more edible greens in my public urban garden, according to Moshe, but they are more difficult to identify and are supposedly far more boring in flavor.  For now, I’m going to stick to these three and see if I can come up with a creative recipe with them.

If I have the guts to go foraging, I’m going to have free soup and free stew and free stir-fry all winter long.  You should try it too.  Just wash these greens very, very, very well.  You’ve got a good imagination, you can figure out why…

Moshe munching on sorrel


Check out this cool blog I found on the New York Times called “The Urban Forager”

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The parents are visiting, “and tell ’em what they’ve won, Bob…a glamorous expense-paid trip to exotic IKEA!”

So, I spent most of the day in the big blue box with Dad.  Flexing our capitalism muscles, we strolled the tchotchke-laden aisles and Scandinavian-designed dioramas, stroking terrycloth towels and comparing furniture colors under the glaring fluorescent lights.  I came out with some jolly good booty: a small bookshelf/dresser (the “Billy”), a bedside table (the “Kullen”), 3 mugs, 2 plastic bowls, dish-washing brushes, a measuring cup, a reading lamp, three vanilla candles, 6 large tulip-shapes wine glasses (finally something I can smell wine properly in), 6 drinking glasses (I broke at least 4 of our original 6), 2 double sheet/duvet sets, three terrycloth towels, 4 dishcloths, some energy-saving light bulbs, an electric socket splitter, and a power strip.

And upon paying, we were promptly confronted with – a hot dog stand.

When we passed by the food court earlier (Dad begging to stop and nosh claiming – hey, how often do we get to eat Swedish food…), I walked right on by, thinking it ridiculous to have a meal in the middle of a monopoly warehouse store, in a monopoly of a restaurant, simply because we’d already been shopping for 2+ hours and were parched and famished.  No siree, we could eat somewhere normal later.  Swedish food, indeed!

But after another 1.5 hours of shopping, as it typically goes at the Swedish colony of I…, Dad looked at the hot dogs, then looked at me and said, “Can I have one?”

These were plain old heated in one of those rotating metal rolling devices, hot dogs.  I looked at him and said, “no.” Yuck.  We’d be home in less than an hour! But then I took pity.  My own mouth parched from the lack of liquids, I wanted to stop and buy a bottle of water anyway.  So, what’s the harm?  This hot dog cost 5 shekels ($1.40), the water put me back 4 shekels ($1.10), and I was genuinely pleased with how financially sound this food and beverage purchase was.

There were no toppings besides ketchup, mustard, and mayonnaise (mustard-only – We do come from Chicago, after all). But Dad was pleased all the same.  I surprised him with the hot dog, and it disappeared in under a minute.

Now, I’m not sure why they sell hot dogs at IKEA.  I think it’s weird.  It’s a little creepy.  And it’s all they seem to sell, ready-to-eat, at the exit door.  It’s not a typical Swedish or Israeli food, and there are certainly more interesting fast finger foods around. But after our whirlwind tour of the fascinating and luxurious land of I…, the red hots were a welcome familiar form of sustenance to ease our aching bellies as we began our return to civilization.

When you leave, I suppose you’re just too exhausted to think about the dodgy meat filling and the lack of pickles, relish, onions, tomatoes, and peppers.  You’re too tired to realize that you’re once again pulling out your wallet, just as you thought you couldn’t spend even one more penny.  You’re just glad to be eating while getting the hell out of there.  All good capitalistic adventures eventually come to an end.

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