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…

A war survival kit

I started reading “Day of Honey” A Memoir of Food, Love, and War Book by Annia Ciezadlo. Married to a Lebanese journalist from New York city; Annia spent some times in Lebanon developing an extensive Lebanese culinary experience from her mother in law; while her husband was covering the war in Iraq. The book triggered…