I recently read an article about how and why most of us resorted to baking during quarantine. Whether is it anxiety baking or procrastibaking, as the article states, it is an activity that we enjoy to let time pass during confinement and have a good delicious product, that is usually more delicious because we made it ourselves.
I was never really into baking bread. I LOVE eating bread, but when it comes to making it, whether it is our local thin chewy pita bread or a good crusty loaf, my motto was (a literal translation of an Arabic saying) buying it rather than raising it. That was until confinement hit us and I decided to start raising my bacteria pet: Quarant7ino (the 7 reads as the other H sound in Arabic, and t7in/t-hin means flour)
Yes, I started a sourdough starter from scratch.
I did a lot of research and checked out different sources, watched videos, read articles, asked people, got helpful replies and tips on instagram, looked into different flours and methods, and now I am finally able to say
I MADE A GOOD LOAF Continue reading
What is sleep if it weren’t a time machine to breakfast?
And breakfast is an appetizer to lunch. Dinner is a meal by itself.
I seriously open my eyes, check my notifications, and go to the bathroom all while I’m thinking what to cook for breakfast. Pancakes…. Eggs…. Shakshouka…. Toasts…. Cereal… Anything. Anything with coffee. Continue reading
This post was written a year ago. I dug it up again, and edited it a bit, to post it this year with more intention.
May 15 marks a turning point in the course of history with massive consequences
It is the day Palestinians were forcibly expelled from their homes to nowhere
It is when Palestinians started looking for home, a shelter, a roof to stay under. For 68 years, Palestinians are being chased out of their homes and lands, tortured, imprisoned, mistreated, and killed.
Massacres are happening on a regular basis. The world has become so numb. We count numbers. Unless there’s a notable person among those killed, the death toll is meaningless
view from my house in 2015. Now I have more plants
Third Street: the street I live in
say a little prayer
art installation next to the church
the produce vendor
Photos from Dbayeh Palestinians refugees camp I took last year
As I probably have mentioned in previous posts, I am a 2nd generation Palestinian with a Lebanese nationality. I barely have any sense of belonging to neither. My grandmother used to tell me about how they fled and how they settled in the area that became the refugees camp of Dbayeh, the camp that neither most Palestinians nor Lebanese know about. Continue reading
Happy Easter to those who celebrated Easter this past week.
Eventhough I am not a full time employee this year, but I enjoye celebrating both holidays. I am a Greek Catholic, and our holiday was last month. I like the traditions I grew up to especially when I was a devout church boy and the leader of our church choir. I love the chants from Good Friday; sad, melancholic, and glorious at the same time. I attended both celebrations. Can’t get more Easter-y than this 😋 Continue reading
Lent is over and so is my incubation with my vegan concept Sprouts.
I decided to plant my sprouts somewhere else because the air got a little bit stifling.
It was a pleasure meeting so many people, some of them are followers of the blog and some are followers of the restaurant, while some are curious to know what vegan creations I was concocting. Very few were the dissatisfied ones, mostly the heavy meat eaters, or the ones deceived into dining at Sprouts. So many recipes prepared, so much pleasure in cooking and seeing hungry people savoring every last spoon of each dish. Continue reading