If you’re anything like me, it would be the joy of your days to be in the wilds surrounded by nature. One can’t think of being away from nature would create a sense of anxiety that is only cured by total immersion.
This is one of the little things that one finds out about himself gradually as days go by. One goes from despising the idea of camping out there in the wild exposed to wild animals and insects to despising the idea of being in the middle of the concrete jungle exposed to wild humans and insects.
Whatever you do in the mountains feels purposeful. Sometimes you go for a walk in the neighborhood and that feels rewarding, sometimes it’s watering the garden, other times it’s the time take to remove the weeds, or climb up and pick the produce and pluck out the good ones. It feels that whatever you do is rewarding in a sense. Nature is rewarding and with some more time and patience, those rewards get more valuable.
Christmas in the camp is different.
We don’t live in tents anymore, but everyone’s roofs and extensions are made of corrugated metal sheets. It’s never a silent night when it’s raining. Every single drip of rain is heard tic-toc-ing on the roofs echoing one another into a deafening harmonious symphony.
Christmas in the camp is engulfed with church bells jingling at midnight calling for celebratory mass. The Maronite monastery uphill, and our modest Greek Catholic church by the side of the camp both hold masses filled with joyful Christmas chants for believers to have a blessed eve. I lead the choir for a while after being a member for long. Those chants were magical in lyrics and melodies that fill you up with warmth and joy. Continue reading →
In the previous apple post, I asked you to save apple cores for a following recipe. This is it!
On my front porch, I have taken the time in the past few month to grow a small garden formed of small plastic pots. Basil has been growing here for a long time, with seeds going into the ground to fuel the coming year’s plants. The cactus are old, a hearbreak old, the flowering succulent is another. The rest are either bought or planted from seed.
You know when you haven’t talked to someone for a while? They haven’t talked back either and you have no idea how to start a conversation again? I am having this with my baby blog. It’s been a while. It feels so wrong having all these recipes and gorgeous photos I took stored in folders as time passes. But here I am again, publishing a post after a week of behind the scene conversation to prepare for something fun. A fellow cook (@thekitchenbabe) and I decided to gather a few cooks on instagram and start posting recipes we cook and photograph according to what’s in season.
#EatTheLebaneseSeason is the account and hashtag we decided to use to archive the recipes. This is our first week and things look very promising! We are now 9 passionate cooks willing to take the challenge and play with the seasonal produce! Care to join? Post your recipes on your blog and instagram account with the hashtag #EatTheLebaneseSeason and we’ll regram the best recipes. We’ll be posting the coming week’s ingredient early in the week to give you enough time to prepare and shoot your recipes.