Sure mloukhiyeh, mjaddra and moghrabieh are delicious but it’s nice to change every now and then.
Get your long fluffy skirt on and your best heel and start smacking the floor with all the power you’ve got because we’re firing it up with chicken tacos that went to Asia once and they can’t stop telling us about it! Continue reading
Fear takes different forms.
When we are young, we are afraid of the darkness.
We grow up and find that it’s not that scary.
We grow up and start getting scared of things we never expected to induce fear in our spines.
We fear getting older.
We fear responsibilities
We fear the death of someone dear
We fear ending up alone, dying alone, meeting new people, getting out of our comfort zone and trying something new,…
We fear failure as we fear success.
We are afraid of other people’s jealousy, their opinions, their comments, their criticism.
We are afraid of ourselves. No wonder we’d be afraid of others. Continue reading
It’s hot and humid.
I totally get you if you don’t feel like cooking. But I won’t forgive you if you don’t make something delicious to eat.
It’s no big deal. Getting ingredients right out of the fridge directly to the table isn’t that bad when it’s the right stuff. Fruits can pass for dinner.
Even popcorn. Popcorn and wine. I swear I can call that dinner and I know some of you will relate
But this time I’m giving you a tip that is healthy as it is refreshing and easy.
After touring all day with an Irish couple coming for the Taste Lebanon company I am part of and walking for more than 9.2 Kms, my family decided to go to Tripoli to the Ramadan daily special Iftar and sohour (the after midnight meal that should help you sustain an all-day fasting) that spread all over the city
After walking around in the old souk and Khan Al Aaskar, I was delighted by the liveliness of the city. Muslims break their fast at around 8 pm and after that, they’re out in the streets shopping and eating and drinking and playing cards in coffee shops and having a good time. Continue reading
Being up here in the mountains is therapeutic.
Each week, we get all the stuff we need for our weekend event Blooming April and take the one-and-a-half-hour road up on Thursday to start preparing the space and the food before the weekend arrives.
Fridays are busy for us here. We lay out the mats with the tables on top of them, we wash the water and arak pitchers, we fix the garden and the house inside, and we work on the food prep with what we can make a day ahead. Despite the work load we have, I cannot miss the chance at enjoying a delicious lunch. Continue reading