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Shwarma: A Love Story

Shwarma: A Love Story

Sometimes a person needs to meditate and think about things. Most of the time he just needs to eat something greasy.

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Most of my musician friends in college were either into heavy drug use or meditation. They were looking for a way to recreate the high of a performance in other areas of life.

I chose the spiritual route; I dug the Eastern flavor.

The problem was that too many years of serious coffee addiction had made it impossible for me to sit still for more than five minutes. I couldn't meditate. I bounced off the walls. My eyes flickered. My nose twitched.

But I wasn't willing to accept my spiritual impotence. I blamed the world around me.

"I hate hippies," I told a friend of mine.

"Why? What'd they ever do to you?"

"They ruin my inner peace."

"How so?"

"It's that damn patchouli oil. Stinks the peace right out of me."

Deep down I knew that meditation wasn't for me. I pretended to be into it because my friends were into it.

I kept trying. Years went by. I came to a point in my life where I was beginning to experience an ethnic Jewish awakening. I bought a book on Jewish meditation in an attempt to justify my growing interest in Judaism with a need to still look cool in the eyes of the "art crowd." I tried gazing at letters in the Hebrew alphabet. I thought about various interpolations of the different names of God. I drove myself crazy.

I couldn't meditate because I couldn't find the space behind my head; I kept thinking about dandruff instead.

"I can't find the space behind my head!" I confided in a friend of mine.

"What are you talking about?"

"The book says 'focus on the space right behind your head.' I keep thinking about dandruff and male pattern baldness. This isn't spirituality. It's insanity."

I discussed my problems openly.

"Maybe God's a practical joker," I told a friend.

"Why?"

"The vehicles to transcendence are totally unnatural. Who in their right mind can sit around all day clearing their brain of static?"

"Maybe you're looking in the wrong place."

"Maybe. I'm always hungry."

Then a Middle Eastern friend turned me on to my first shwarma.

"Come, I give you an experience," he said.

"Great."

He took me to a greasy Israeli joint.

"It's kosher."

"Who cares."

The guy behind the counter brought out what looked like an overweight tortilla.

"Laffa," my friend informed me.

"What the heck is that?"

The guy behind the counter took the trouble to explain, "It like giant flat pita. You no stuff it. You roll it."

My friend slapped on a thick helping of crushed chickpea paste.

"Humus," he said.

"I know."

He loaded it up with chopped cucumber and tomato salad, French fries and a mysterious meat substance.

"Lamb," he said.

"Lamb?"

"Really turkey basted in lamb fat. Delicious."

He rolled it up and handed it to me.

I took a bite. Grease ran down my arm.

"This is unbelievable," I said.

"I knew you like it."

The feeling stayed with me for almost a week. It was in my head. It was on my breath. I knew I was on to something big.

I extolled the virtues of shwarma to everyone. It was all I talked about.

"What?! You haven't had shwarma? You haven't lived," I told people.

I ran into some of my meditating friends. "How can you spend your day sitting around like a lotus? There is shwarma to be eaten."

"We're into connecting to a higher reality."

"So am I. It's called shwarma."

I'd found it. I'd thought that in order to experience spirituality I had to do something "spiritual." I was wrong. True transcendence isn't about slipping off into an artificial world. It's about finding spirituality in the here-and-now.

The first way is eating shwarma because it's shwarma. The second way is to use shwarma as a spiritual vehicle.

I began to teach people about higher eating.

"There are two ways to eat shwarma," I began. "Way number one is to inhale the thing. Open wide and swallow. It's similar to the way a dog eats."

"Really?"

"Way number two is to pause a moment and say: 'Isn't it great that I can live in a world where I can have an experience like shwarma,' and then inhale."

"I don't get it."

"The first way is eating shwarma because it's shwarma. The second way is to use shwarma as a spiritual vehicle. It is to realize that this meal is an opportunity to connect to God, to plug in and experience transcendence. Why meditate only an hour a day? You can always be on the lookout for spiritual experience."

I had discovered the secret of higher living; elevate the physical. All of life is a tool to connect to something bigger. Sometimes a person may need to take time-out to think about things, to meditate. Most of the time he just needs to eat something greasy.


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Published: May 5, 2001


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Visitor Comments: 33

(33) Stan, February 18, 2014 11:34 PM

I love Shwarma! One of my favorite foods!

I love Shwarma! It is absolutely one of my favorite foods!
»BUT with extra tomatoes - you can keep the pickles!«

אני אוהב שווארמה! זה בהחלט אחד המאכלים האהובים עליי!
»אבל עם עגבניות נוספות - אתה יכול לשמור חמוץ«!

(32) Anonymous, October 22, 2013 9:40 PM

Amazing! Better explained then all the great Chasidishe Rebbes have been trying for ages. Keep un this work

(31) Miri, October 21, 2013 11:46 PM

Potato chips

My Dad tried to get me to meditate as a kid by focusing on something - my 'something' was potato chips :) it just made me hungry and lose focus! Then he said to think of nothing so I thought of zero then fell asleep. When I was 42 I 'found' Shabbat observance - thanks for the article

(30) suzi, November 28, 2010 3:03 PM

How to take a bite of life, swallowing, or savoring

Rabbi, you rock. I am more meditative, you are too high energy for my lifestyle. I enjoy your views and presentations, just can't mimick them. Is it possible to have communication with you? You are so wonderful at what you do. G-D speed, be well, and p u l e e z continue. Thank you.

(29) sharona, October 29, 2007 3:50 PM

great article

good message with a twist of humor, I like that :)

that's so true that we can elevate the physical to the spiritual. Like when we say a blessing over food and thank G-d, we lift up our meal experience.

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