Israel, to rip off her dress. And Hanna, she’s tatteredly naked, immaculate, tearing: her hair, her hairs down below and bushcurly, as dense as her eyes, now being emptied she’s leaking all over, deluge through the ears and nose her mucose, stuffed, but runny, and through her mouth how she’s screaming herself by the wick of her tongue it’s on fire, shouting red blessings blackened to curses flaming at once, exhortations and honks from her pits and a fart, I love you, I’m sorry, I don’t…look at me, don’t you look at me, get out of here, stay, bring me a glass water, a couple of, tensing hard, the tush clench of the bottommost jaws, a gurgle boiled of wet dreck and blood — relaxing herself now into pain’s onrush, then tensing again and again. And at midnight, a halfhour later or so, He rises up, and she bears Him right there, loafed upon the table from which he, Israel, swipesoff the tablecloth in one movement deft with his wife and the vase and its flowers above her head, undisturbed — the very table upon which He might’ve been sown nine months earlier, has it really been that many moons ever since — tense, breathe, bearing Him, all of Him enormous, fullgrown, and it is a Him, Israel with joy and the boy with a whine and a beard and, what are those, glasses already, here on the table in the diningroom, late and yet a week just in time, in no way premature for what’s to birth with the coming of Xmas, the New Year, the secular’s turn…even old, old enough, what with those wrinkles and the pruning red and the wizened blue eyes and the mouth that’s ready to say — what’s with all that hair flecked ruddy blond and with these clunky glasses on how the daughters crowd in to get a better look, their drippy frames bent from His passage the better to know His parents by and His sisters, gasping in terror their own eyes, their own mouths as He’s wipedoff, amniotic forewater pissily pooled over his hairily rimmed and pudgily lipped mouth bubbling to burst upon His glasses’ lenses, smudgy with fluid, that and His, nu, you know, too, which is hairy as well, the beard down below and apparently, can it be, already circumcised, or else, an ornamentally tiny, scaly dangle, it seems, just now wiped away with a wrist-flick, soaked up to dissolve by a sponge that Rubina brings from the kitchen her own and with Josephine close at her heels, almost tripping, holding the challahknife with which she’s been entrusted, maturing already, slow down, sharpdown, with which Israel cuts the umbilicalcord then with its handle to smack His tush into breath — a cry upon which their expectations might now impose words, meaning, a life, help me, I love you, go away swaddled…Ima; as Israel, how not to answer, to give in to such a demand, a request so prodigious and especially easy to please, hands Him to Hanna bloody and wet in the tablecloth, which barely covers the whole huge boy, Him.
A First Helping
Serveths twelve (12).
Not twelve fullgrown, nor twelve halfgrown; not twelve male, nor twelve female; neither twelve kinder; not twelve fat, nor twelve skinny; not twelve of the holy, nor twelve of the unholy; but twelve all who art hungry, whose thirst knows no bounds.
And as this recipe doth serveth twelve, she must doubleth — as twentyfour (24) are to dine here tonight.
Verily, these are the Ingredients — as they were received from Someone or Another’s hands at the very beginning of the timer’s wide circle:
2 chickens she has slaughtered, or purchasedeth preslaughtered,
2 onions, which she has peeledeth and quartered and,
4 carrots, peeledeth and slicedeth and,
They’re good for the eyes, Misses Feigenbaum says that’s what my mother Olev HaShalom always told me — I don’t know if it’s been proven or not, just know that’s what my mother
Olev HaShalom always told me…
2 leeks, slicedeth and,
2 turnips, peeledeth and quarteredeth and,
4 celerystalks and their leaves, choppedeth and,
4 sprigs of parsley, which are optional, though as Hanna said in the name of Down The Block Sarah, They are recommended…
Salt and pepper to taste
My husband doesn’t do well by salt, says Misses Feigenbaum.
He really shouldn’t.
And verily these are the Instructions that the Lord thy God hath given unto her this day, through the merit of the Sisterhood Cookbook:
Placeth the chicken in a pot of a capacity of many cubits, with the water, four (4) liters runnething over: Four, and not three, nor two, nor one, neither any other number not obtaining thereto, and bringeth slowly to a boil, removing scum as it forms, as it is written, Thou shalt removeth the scum, wheresoever thou shalt find it in the Land.
Addeth the vegetables, and the parsley, too, if thou shalt so opt, reserving a little for garnish. Seasoneth with salt and with pepper. Then cover, simmereth on low heat for two and one half hours, no less and no more, adding water as necessary to maintaineth original level.
Removeth the chicken after one hour, and take from it its meat so as to not overdo it. Moistenth it in its own broth to be served later, then returneth the chicken’s carcass to the pot for the remainder of the time allotted, again addingeth water as needed.
Straineth the broth.
Thou shalt not skimmeth the fat floating atop.
Before serving, addeth two (2) handfuls of fine farfel (See FARFEL) or lokschen (See LOKSCHEN) or mandlen (See MANDLEN) or plätzchen (See PLÄTZCHEN) or spätzlen (See SPÄTZLEN), or yadda: verily not two large handfuls nor two small handfuls of whichever, but the two handfuls of your firstborn son shalt thou let simmereth until soft.
Ladleth into fine porcelain.
Serveth hot, garnishing with any parsley reserved.
Soup — just the thing for winter.
Being begotten by the begetted begetist whose begattable begettance begatted Big Beggeters and their Big Beggeterers begotally, whose begettability was begotted by other begotterers begatally, and yet other begatterers besides, whose begottance, begettance, or begattance begetally begot he who begat he who beget the begotting of the begotist so burdened with the begatting of the begatist beburdened again with the begetting of this Benjamin, the Ur or First Benjamin, a son of his father’s old age, the oldest known ancestor of the namedafter latterday Benjamin whose first wife’s, the first wife of Benjamin the First otherwise known as Benjamin I, name was Barba, who was out back in the shade of the far mountains gathering fruit from the familytree when this Benjamin he entered his dwelling after a day long and hard herding the flock and there on the floor, which was dirt and, as they commenced with the congress of knowing each other, mud, knew Batya, who was the handmaiden and daughter of this Barba and Benjamin, too, knowing her now for only the first time and in doing so actually making her his second wife: him entering her, him wounding her, then sickening her, having her now vomit out of her mouth the flowing lacey finery of a wedding gown, also her shroud; and verily Batya before she died, or as she died, bore Benjamin Adam, her brother, as well, who he was harnessed to the land as was his father, Benjamin, who had handed over to this Adam his firstborn son as Barba was barren the flock and his land and the sun and moon, the stars and the sands and the mountains, too, and this Adam begat Seth, and this Seth beget Enosh, and this Enosh begot Kenan who lived seventy years before bearing Mahalalel, who lived for eighthundred and ninetyfive years and bore Jared, who beared Enoch who walked with God for only threehundred years, as it’s said, before he was no more, leaving behind Methusaleh whose span was to be threefold that of his father’s, and Lamech and landed Noah, who, once arrived, only to depart again in a wander through ten more deluded, deluging generations, through Shem fathered Arpachshad, Shelah, Eber, Peleg, Reu, Serug, Nahor, Terah, then Avram, who as Avraham fathered a people whose first recorded ancestor, generations later, to be born out onto the landmass known to them as Europa was named Matthew, who was harnessed to the soil as was his father, Yeshu, who had handed over to this Matthew his firstborn son the management of the land of one Count Chmielnicki, say, and verily Matthew begot Mark, and Mark beget Luke, and Luke begat through a Hava who was then the most beautiful woman in the world that was their small village or town of only ten houses around a dirt and mud courtyard and its barren tree (this the fruit of a marriage for which, incredibly, neither were put to death) a John who he verily fell like an apple from favor in the eyes of the Count, though the current Count was almost blind, though the Countess then current, with whom his father Luke had also slept, oversaw all business matters, and though John held a note of credit, nothing helped, he was soon illiterate, without harvest one cold season and bankrupt, in debt to all and so sold himself over to the Other Side, here where he met a woman named Judith whose father had owned and operated the SRO establishment in which John lodged, Judith née Eisenstein who, Judy, bore him Peter who he went on to establish, own and operate an enormously successful lace factory, which would go under as lace began to be made by machine in the early years of the next century dawning, then married Ruth née Stern her name was who would love less him than his money, who bore him before leaving him after yet another bankruptcy Paul, who was raised by his father and who survived him and was himself deep in debt and so went and married another unattractive, wholly repellent though ostensibly moneyed Affiliated woman whose name has been withheld to save her the embarrassment and, too, to assure for at least this Chronicler a shaded place in the World to Come (suffice to say, she was a Lerner, of one of the foremost litigious families known to greater New York), who bore him a doctoring son he insisted on naming Jeb, who grew up then went and wed a Deborah née Jacobson and begat with her Hanna, who she was raised by this Deborah her mother and, after Jeb was hit by a bus in the Park on his way to visit his mistress so way up on the Upper East Side as to be Spanish Harlem, a mensch named Gary Hyman, some hold, though others hold Hymen, whom she, Hanna, anyway called Dad, Aba, a Hymen of the Upper West Side Hymans and not of the Downtown Hymans or Hymens, the ones, the Upper West Side ones, with all of those laser surgery franchises and that son of theirs, Gary’s brother Seymour Hymen or Hyman, a graduate of whatever school, with whatever degree MBA, anyway, very impressive, do you know them, and if you do will you say Shalom for me — though she, Hanna, was, in the matter of her paternity, until at least the night before her batmitzvah, none the wiser, not to be confused with Weiser, which was a surname of second cousins (her mother’s), Hanna whose last name she returned to being Senior after her true father, Jeb, assumed only after the breaking of the news, her subsequently tearful batmitzvah, then the exiling of Gary who’d explained it all to her out to Venice, the one they have now in California, and a new stepfather soon obtained, name of Arnold, Arnie a seller of electronic and personal computing components on commission to friends whom she and her mother loved dearly; Hanna who knew no one, Hanna didn’t know anything, until she knew one Israel Israelien, who’d become converted as much through his love of her as through his love of her people and the incredible tax breaks that came with it all, Israel who was three years her senior as she was three years his junior Senior as they’d tell their Fridaytime guests and then laugh, and so it came to pass that Hanna bore Israel over the period of eighteen years daughters, twelve of them, too many of them if not to love then to at least know by face or by name, and to any degree of difference, or intimacy: and verily they were Rubina and Simone and Liv and Judith and Dina and Natalia and Gillian and Asa and Isabella and Zeba and Josephine and Batya again known as Bat, following whose birth Hanna finally bore Israel their thirteenth, a son, this lastborn of theirs and their only male to be named Benjamin Israelien, known to us as Ben and less often as B, born to them upon the Sabbath at fullsize, at full intelligence, too, whatever there is, who’s born mature already, with glasses and hairy, another beard in the immediate family.