If you’re first-time visitor to my blog, this is where I keep sort of a journal to document what goes inside my brain and what is cooked in the kitchen.
In this time of instability –we’ve been living this in Lebanon since August/September 2019, don’t let anyone convince you the instability was caused by the October 17 Revolution. The movement was caused by the greed and constant incompetence and failures of the government and ever-reigning politicians– we are trying to find comfort in anything that reminded us of a good time, a good memory, a joyful moment, a pleasant smell, or a comforting flavor.
Everyone and their mother (literally) is making cinnamon rolls and banana bread and starting a sourdough starter. I am guilty of the last two. I had to… A boy needed his good loaf of bread so I started the starter on March 27, but only now I got a good loaf. I’ll leave that for a future post. But now, I MADE CAKE!!!
I’ve been obsessing over winter’s best fruits.
I’ve had crates over crates of different citrus fruits that I could lay my hands on.
It is fascinating how life gives us these fruits on the days we need them the most; gloomy, grey, dark, and rainy. Nature gives us these colorful fruits hanging from brown and green trees with leaves glistening with winter rain waiting to be harvested.
The colors fascinate me. I would only like the gloomy rainy days when I don’t make any plans and stay in bed. Or when it stops raining at the moment I’m stepping out of the house. The sight of bitter oranges on the branches of the line of trees in Monot street makes my day. It makes me dance with joy when now in March, those branches carry small yellowish white buds instead of the fruits and the scent of orange blossom fills the streets with a beautiful fragrance that covers up the recent smell of trash that is occasionally looming over Beirut.
My latest obsession was with blood orange. Continue reading
Here we go again! Another year! I am 27 and it is getting the best of me. Last week I was jumping like I’m 26, and now I am suffering from back pain. I bet it is from the long hours at work on my chair in front of the screen and the hours after work, also in front of the screen to get other things done. Enough with the nagging now, let me tell you about ma burthdaaay that was on Friday. Continue reading
Lebanon has been taken by a boob storm yesterday. Search it to know more because I won’t be sharing any news about that. I was laughing at the reactions on twitter the whole time. Not only because of the tweeps’ reactions and jokes but for the heroic acts of ministers and officials who took the case as their own and wanted to be the superhero of the day.
Well guess what? YOU CAN’T CONTROL THE BOOB.