It is without a doubt that if you have been following me lately, you would notice how excited I was for the release of the new album LUST FOR LIFE by Lana Del Rey. I have played it countless times already. More than 45 times on my MacBook alone, knowing that I listen to music on my phone WAY more.
Ever since one of the songs was shared in a video snippet from one of the rehearsals, I fell in love with it and was so eager listen to the official release. There was nothing that disappointed me when I listened to it in the album. I fell in love with it even more.
The way Lana paints images with her choice of words is inspiring. It was so inspiring that I couldn’t help but take her words and descriptions and materialize them!
It is cherry season and Lana brings her songs with plenty of fruit references, but this time, it was a recipe in a song. Cherry and wine, rosemary and thyme!
I went in the kitchen to play, and came out with a gorgeous pie… All while playing the album on repeat.
I expect you to do the same!
The pie is a sweet mix of flavors. You can’t go wrong with a flakey crust. The filling is a sweet and tart mix from the slightly sweetened dark cherries, and a pungent kick of wine flavored with rosemary and thyme. It is a burst of flavor that gently serenades your taste buds on the mellow tempo of the song Cherry!
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Being up here in the mountains is therapeutic.
Each week, we get all the stuff we need for our weekend event Blooming April and take the one-and-a-half-hour road up on Thursday to start preparing the space and the food before the weekend arrives.
Fridays are busy for us here. We lay out the mats with the tables on top of them, we wash the water and arak pitchers, we fix the garden and the house inside, and we work on the food prep with what we can make a day ahead. Despite the work load we have, I cannot miss the chance at enjoying a delicious lunch. Continue reading
Christmas in the camp is different.
We don’t live in tents anymore, but everyone’s roofs and extensions are made of corrugated metal sheets. It’s never a silent night when it’s raining. Every single drip of rain is heard tic-toc-ing on the roofs echoing one another into a deafening harmonious symphony.
Christmas in the camp is engulfed with church bells jingling at midnight calling for celebratory mass. The Maronite monastery uphill, and our modest Greek Catholic church by the side of the camp both hold masses filled with joyful Christmas chants for believers to have a blessed eve. I lead the choir for a while after being a member for long. Those chants were magical in lyrics and melodies that fill you up with warmth and joy. Continue reading