Chickpeace

In my last 34 years, I never understood the issue of the Middle East, I recall growing up hearing about Beirut, the torn-capital of Lebanon; at a very young age, I had no clue what a capital meant to a country. For me, my country was Zahle, and its capital was the church of St…

Köfte, Keftedes, kafta

It’s 1pm in Turkey and I just landed in Istanbul. I spent my first expensive 120 Turkish Liras on a private Taxi to Fendekzade. Abdulrahman; a Turkish driver with a perfect Jordanian dialect escorted me to my hotel & suggested to share a seafood platter for dinner; with my perfect Zahle dialect I gently responded…

Apricot Jam

Every morning, “Uncle Fayez” used to drive his white Volkswagen school van and pick up students living in Mar Elias area, including my brother and myself. Considering my width and height back then, I used to sit in the booth of the van and wait with anticipation for Uncle Fayez to finish his rotation; as…

Last stop: Lebanon

My last stop is my birth place city of Zahle; recently known as the city of gastronomy awarded by UNESCO; and the city of love, awarded by me. I was born in the very humble neighborhood of Mar Elias el-mkhalsiyeh (St Elie du St. Sauveur) where everyone was my father, mother, aunty, uncle, brother, and…

1st Stop: Israel

The best places to look for genuine street food are at food stalls in street markets. My first encounter was at North Sydney General Market last Saturday. I was advised that one of the new stalls is cooking Shakshouka for breakfast, and without hesitation I went to taste. I was greeted with a complimentary Falafel while…