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My Facebook newsfeed is rife with posted articles on the recent escalation of conflict in Israel. There is a lot of commentary and passionate debate.

I am so NOT an expert on the issue or the history, although I consider myself somewhat well-read.  In a nutshell, the British (self-appointed rulers of the Galaxy and my ancestry of origin on my father’s side) thought it was a good idea to grant the land of Palestine to a highly oppressed, ostracized group (Jews) without sufficient provision for, or acknowledgement or, or discussion with, the then occupants of that land (Palestinians). If someone tried this on my street, there would be hell to pay.

(Oh, wait … the British did try this here … and First Nations peoples are still reeling from our thoughtless and arrogant mismanagement …)

Here are three of the most thought-provoking, and heart-wrenching, articles I’ve read so far:

Israelis and Palestinians have been attacking and killing each other, literally, for as long as I can remember, and I realize now, for at least 40 years before my memories started to form. I was an avid news watcher when growing up and I distinctly recall having some child-like narcissistic fantasy about being the mediator between Golda Meir and Yassar Arafat and being able to make them see that they didn’t need to kill each other’s children anymore. Everyone could be friends … all you need is love … or something similar. After all, how can some parts of the world be so consistently peaceful and other parts be so consistently violent? We should just share some of our Canadian peacenik-ness with the Middle East and all would be well.  Cue patchouli incense.

Fast forward 40+ years and, although I have long ditched the fantasy of being the wise and all-knowing mediator, the map, the patterns, the headlines … the basic gist of what is transpiring looks about the same now as it did then. I understand the complexities and chasms more, now, but the overarching specter of two ancient peoples bashing the hell out of each other looks startlingly similar to what it did on my parents’ fuzzy tv when the news came on.

The Middle East is very hot. There isn’t really enough drinkable water to go around. And many peoples hold that one piece of land is, sacredly and historically, “theirs”.

Until this last item is settled in some way that all parties can live with, literally, I doubt the map, patterns, or headlines will change significantly in the next 40 years.  There is no peace-nik sensibility strong enough to blur the scars, the hurt and the tragedy of that which continues to unfold.

For what small good it does, if you believe in such things as chaos theory, I’m going to light some incense tonight. In memory of all who have died, and in faint, fragrant hope that some solution is imminent.

Fluffy Mackerel Pudding, Anyone? Click Here To Comment!

In case you missed it on FaceBook, here is a snippet and link to a wonderful tour of Weight Watchers Recipe Cards, circa 1974. These recipe cards, and most particularly the commentary provided by our tour guide, will have you in hysterics. Don the Depends … the Fluffy Mackerel Pudding represents, well, three words I wouldn’t have expected to see in the same sentence. Fluffy. Mackerel. Pudding. However, the one that has me clutching myself, repeatedly, is the commentary/photo for Chicken Liver Bake.

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Watchers recipe cards from 1974

I found them while
helping my parents clean out their basement a few years ago.
They were neatly arranged in their own plastic file box. Plenty
of the dishes seemed normal enough, but as I flipped through
them, some of the recipes began to alarm me. And then I found
the card for the “

I fell over. Like
I Iaughed so hard I started coughing and I fell back on the floor
and I waved the card at my mom, who just rolled her eyes. “Can
I please have these? Please?” I begged. “What
do you want them for?” she asked. “To cook?” “No,”
I said. She let me have them. I think they might have been my
grandma’s, but she never copped to actually buying them. Nobody
else did, either.

Dehydrated onion
flakes are in almost everything here. Apparently Weight Watchers
dieticians depended heavily on dried onion flakes, and pimientos,

They also had a
prop department that was clearly out of control. Oh, you’ll see.

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