What is sleep if it weren’t a time machine to breakfast?
And breakfast is an appetizer to lunch. Dinner is a meal by itself.
I seriously open my eyes, check my notifications, and go to the bathroom all while I’m thinking what to cook for breakfast. Pancakes…. Eggs…. Shakshouka…. Toasts…. Cereal… Anything. Anything with coffee. Continue reading
Summer is officially over. Today marks the start of Autumn, but the weather has already changed with a mellowing breeze and yellowing trees. There’s a charm about this season. Villagers and orchard owners believe that this is the most generous time of the year. The crops are plenty and the orchards look beautiful with the trees and vines bearing fruits from all colors.
A calm Sunday. Produce, food, and fresh air. I was at my uncle’s house in Ghbaleh. One of my wishes is to have a home with a garden and be able to plant and pick my own food.