UPDATE: I updated the post photos with recent ones (2017) with the new branding.
After posting about Kaak Asfar, I promised to share another Easter speciality, and since i am a man of my word, here it is: Maamoul. This is an annual recipe we enjoy making, or try to stay away from as much as possible, but we fail. The process is as good as the final product. For those who are not familiar with Maamoul, it is fragrant semolina cookie shells stuffed with slightly sweetened ground dates, pistachios or walnuts with aromas of rose water and orange blossom water.
Maamoul is only made as an Easter delicacy by Middle Eastern Christians. Taking into consideration the Lebanese sweets shops and brands war over who ruled the billboards, maamoul has got good exposure in the past couple of years. Still, maamoul is scary for all those health freaks and those with health issues: dietitians warning you how much calories one cookie has, your trainer informing you about how many hours on the treadmill you need to burn one cookie, or your cholesterol-filled heart and arteries scream from the fat you eat all year long at the sight of a maamoul cookie. It is so desired yet very much hated. Have you given its feelings a thought? Have you? HAVE YOU? Is that how you treat the guest that only comes once a year?
You only think about yourselves, you selfish fatties! Continue reading
It is a beginning of a new year. The holidays season went calmly; work most of the time and barely any holidays spirit. I finish work, go home, collect my energy and outstretch my body after a long crouching-next-to-computer-screen position for 8 hours.
Apart from that, a few food-filled evenings took place, mostly at home. Continue reading
Apart from what is going around in Lebanon, we try to stay calm and away from stress. I know I can’t do anything, but knowing of people fighting over silly issues is just absurd. Can’t we fight over what dressing goes with which salad or what frosting is best with a certain cupcake? I don’t recall any wars started over wanting to add ketchup to Italian pasta (Seriously though, don’t add ketchup.)
I try to take my mind off the tragic news because it would only make me upset. And when I’m upset, I tend to eat. Who am I kidding? Emotions for me are a reason to eat.