A couple of months ago, the retail discount store Happy asked for a collaboration. The deal was to create affordable recipes using their products to promote their line of products.
I will be sharing the recipes here, IN VIDEO!
Come on-a my house, My house
I’m going to give you candy
Come on-a my house, My house
I’m going to give you apple and plum….
It’s the end of the season. A good covered pie is still on my mind. I brought granny Smith apples and some red plums to bake. As always, I get busy with something else, or put the project on hold until I have more time and a better mindset. My little sister doesn’t share this notion. She swept the whole bag of apples. All but one, as I discovered later.
When your life takes an unexpected turn and gives you a lot to think about and process, sometimes you are left with your thoughts, overworked from the craziness of things in your head at one moment. Early this year I was an employee working from 8 to 5 in an office, on a desk, behind a screen, endlessly clicking the mouse before the bell rings announcing the day’s end. I had an opportunity that seemed to bright, and too got to be true. I knew I would be dumb and regret it if I didn’t take it. So I jumped.
In the past five months, my life matched my soul; floating, figuring things in the ether, finding it’s calling. I’ve cooked, managed the restaurant, sous chef-ed, catered at a gala event as part of the Bi Bayti team(you can hire me to cook at your home now!), cooked in the mountains for more than 50 person each time, got my name and work printed (read my interview on one8one magazine here, and buy the latest issue of The Carton to read my entry), and I went on TV. Continue reading
Now that you’ve had your rage with the #Fattouch / #FatDouche case which turned up to a dead end, let me unleash my rage against something more important and deserves blocking roads, burning flags, demonstrations, protests and some vegetables chopping. TABBOULEH! (i have to note the sarcastic tone, because sometimes things are only funny in my head)
I am a Tabbouleh extremist. It kills me to watch a chef massacring what he/she claims to be the real tabbouleh from the middle east (and I will not specify the country of origin because that’s a whole different debate)
Raise your hand if you love burgers.
Any meat stuffed between two buns
Fine, vegetarian burgers too
I have only one condition, don’t say you like McDonald’s
I’ve had delicious burgers around town, but as you know, I am a fan of DIYs and homemade goods. When I make thing I want to brag about, I’d rather not take shortcuts in the major elements, or else I’ll come clean, confess and share the shame.
Now let me brag a little. I made burgers. I made the buns, and I made the patties. In fact, mom shaped them. I still take a little distance from touching red meat so I used her hands and help.