This year, I haven’t had the chance to go to any market. The market there is one of my favorite places in Lebanon lively bustling streets filled with vendors displaying their goods on the sidewalks, fresh fish brought in from the port after the morning auction to buy fish from the hardworking fishermen, red meats hanging inside butcher shops, chicken thighs and pieces on display on cold metal slabs showered with water every now and then, vibrant produce brought from nearby farms sprinkled with water to keep them from wilting, foraged greens piled up in bags –cleaned– in the process of being chopped by the strong women who foraged and sold them for extra income, young men at bakeries rushing to rest the dough and bake it and deliver other baked good to nearby restaurants, and so many more little beautiful things that I find uplifting and inspiring there. I want us, through this post, to go back in time when things seemed more “normal” on the surface.ĭuring one of the food tours I used to give when the world still moved, I bought wild thyme from the market of Tripoli, North Lebanon. I know that at some point, I’ll share them, and here is one from the archives that deserves to see the light. I made and shot many recipes, prepared them and stored them away on a piece of paper or in my brain or on my hard drive. Things that kept me away ranged from getting sick to full on clown rehearsals followed by the trip and performances in Barcelona as part of a HUGE festival, then getting back home to the major instability starting from October till now. I haven’t shared recipes on the blog all the way from July 2019 to May 1st 2020.
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