… where the gods of fertility and creation …

. … the name of the village derives from the names of two gods, Aon,the God of Fertility and Abel, the God of Creation, thus Aon-Abel, which by the passing of centuries and the change of languages that the region experienced was corrupted into Ain-Ebel. …. others believe that the name of Ain-Ebel derives from two words, “Ain” and “Ibl”. The…

delicious opulence and comfortable luxury

. Ma’amoul are small shortbread pastries filled with dates, pistachios or walnuts. They are popular in Levantine cuisine and in the Gulf countries. They may be in the shape of balls or of domed or flattened cookies. They can either be decorated by hand or be made in special wooden moulds. There is a more…

they where delicious

. This is just to say I have eaten the plums that were in the icebox and which you were probably saving for breakfast Forgive me they were delicious so sweet and so cold by William Carlos Williams to his wife about 65 years ago Sugarplums is a rare fruit, with an unusual colour by…

thou most fragrant, aromatic joy

. Ode To Coffee By William A. Pricé Oh, thou most fragrant, aromatic joy, impugned, abused, and often stormed against, And yet containing all the blissfulness that in a tiny cup could be condensed! Give thy contemners calm, imperial scorn— For thou wilt reign through ages yet unborn!   Some ancient Arab, so the legend…

the color of brandy

. Apricots by Larry D. Thomas A few blocks off the plaza, in the Santa Fe evening light the color of brandy, on the street below the branches of the tree, they glowed in rosy, yellow hues as if a god had ripped the sundown, rolled it into fuzzy, dimpled balls, and flung them to…

who likes the rain ….

. Who Likes The Rain? 
“I,” said the duck. “I call it fun,
 For I have my red rubbers on; 
They make a little three-toed track, 
In the soft, cool mud, – quack! quack!”   
“I!” cried the dandelion. “I!
 My roots are thirsty, my buds are dry.” 
And she lifted a tousled yellow head
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A night in Beirut ….

About a week ago we had an unexpected thunderstorm. It all started with a magnificent sunset … and then it started to get dark …. …. and darker still …. and windy …. It was over rather quickly and gave us this view from our terrace …. …. of course the daily ritual involving a…

going on a date

Well, not quite. On our drive up north yesterday we came across these laden date palms. Like these yellow dates … …. and there are the red dates …. They where shining in the sun. You could see them from a mile away. Everybody who knows me, knows that I start seeing cakes, when I…

A picture is worth a thousand words

If you would have to take a picture that represents Beirut, this would have to be it …. …. Corniche … Ras Beirut ….. probably 7 o’clock in the morning …. .

The Ritual of Lunch

….. there is something ever so slightly wicked about lunch, bringing with it the heady tang of forbidden fruit. (Keith Waterhause in The Theory And Practice Of Lunch) Just as a starter, or a condiment to the aperitif, there is your local fortune teller. He keeps the conversation going until everybody is comfortable and resigned to…

You Have Your Lebanon And …

You Have Your Lebanon And I Have My Lebanon  (Written After The First World War, In The 1920’S) You have your Lebanon and its dilemma. I have my Lebanon and its beauty. Your Lebanon is an arena for men from the West and men from the East. My Lebanon is a flock of birds fluttering…