I have never held in my hands the udders of a four-legged mammal before. But it was during our stay in Hardine for the Blooming April events series that Bruno and I decided to go on a little adventure and decided one morning to go to the nearby goat herder and get ourselves some fresh goat milk and attempt to make cheese.
We woke up one Sunday morning and drove to where the goats are. Charbel, the goat herder, gave us the white plastic wide-mouthed gallons and advised us to put on latex gloves because the smell would be hard to get rid of. Charbel got a mother goat out and calmly it obliged and offered her udders for us. We approached and started squeezing to no avail. I was afraid of squeezing wrong or too much and end up hurting the goat. But after being told that I SHOULD squeeze harder, I had no option but to try. Continue reading →
After touring all day with an Irish couple coming for the Taste Lebanoncompany 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 →
This week was supposed to be a full working week on an upcoming project with Bethany Kehdy. We were scheduled to be doing video recipe filming up here in their mountain fortress at the foot of Sannine mountain. I was in charge of the off-screen cooking and the styling. During the past couple of weeks Bethany and I fixed our heads to the computer screens and pen and paper to note down every single recipe, every single ingredient, props, and every piece of kitchenware a kitchen might need since we’re starting the kitchen from scratch. Continue reading →
No, I am not pregnant. I am eating. Eating for one. Or two. Heck, even three! Me, my mind, and my belly. My irregular eating routine I’m going through lately is starting to bug me. But that is forgivable for all the things I’m working on in parallel. Between procrastination and the nothings I am committed to, I am actually getting some work done.
For the winter issue of The Carton magazine, entitled A Proustian Memory, a piece of writing that I submitted was published and I couldn’t get any prouder to be part of such cultural publication. This piece revisits my memories of the period of Saint Barbara’s day through Christmas with scents, sights, and flavors.