I told you it will get lemony here. Try not to get too sour about it.
Let’s go down this yellow brick road and I’ll show you around what I did with those lemons other than freezing the zest and juice, and making a wonderful sorbet.
With this plethora of lemons, I couldn’t help, while zesting, but pick out the best –and the most emotionally unavailable– ones to praise and cherish and photograph. Then, believing that they would rot after a while, like everything else, I decided to fight their sourness with my saltiness, and press all of it and let it wrestle trapped inside a jar, stacked in my kitchen cabinet.
WARNING: This week’s spill is serious.
It is something from a list of things I want to address and an incident happened online and I felt I should be writing something.
This post is against bullying.
Bear with me
I believe bullying is unacceptable.
We should teach those we have an influence on to be kind and not to be bullies. At the same time, we have to teach them to grow thick skin to face the remaining bullies in this world.
The world will not be bullying-free (I don’t think it will happen soon), but at least we can be prepared to face it and keep going. That’s what we get from stories from successful people who faced bullies at some point in their life.
This isn’t addressed at children only. The online community (of adults) can be pretty savage sometimes. We have to learn to let it slide like water off a duck’s back than get the best of us.
When life gives you basil, you make pesto. Then mix it with pasta.
Isn’t it obvious? It’s basic.
They make a wonderful couple
For this fresh herbs sauce, use the type of pasta you like. It is recommended though to use one with dents and irregularities for the sauce to have something to hold on to.
Some time ago, a new face on the blog’s comments (actually I haven’t seen her face) suggested a recipe she was making. I got excited, connected with Lara and we followed each other on twitter. She was making a traditional milk pudding – Mhallabiyeh – flavored with rose and orange blossom water and topped with coarsely ground pistachios.
I’ve been trying to get myself to write something fun about my first brunch tweet-up. I couldn’t.
I tried finding nice photos of that day to share instead of the writing. The ones I took weren’t good enough.