This recipe has a story.
It happened when R’ Avrahm Arieh was in miluim – army reserve duty. He was in an anti-aircraft unit that had a window of six seconds in which to identify enemy planes before shooting them down. The men in his army unit were all “Shlav Betnikim“, older immigrants – family guys from 45 different countries. They operated a canon captured in Lebanon whose instructions were written in Russian!
During those early days no one had private phones on the moshav, let alone cell phones. We had one radio phone that half the time didn’t work! So when one Friday while he was in the army, somebody ran up to our house from the office and said that Avraham Arieh was on the phone, I packed up the kids and ran to the office.
He kept saying “You know where I am, don’t you?” Of course because of security he couldn’t tell me outright where he was, but I didn’t get it, I said “Yeah you’re on a base north of Haifa, why do you keep repeating that?” Then one or another kid pulled on my skirt wanting to talk to abba. He didn’t want to tell me he was being sent to Lebanon, he knew I was a worry wart.