Our caravan (hubby, baby, two dogs, and myself)have driven down to stay with my mother in law for the week of Thanksgiving. Tete (Arabic for grandmother) is a small feisty Syrian-Manhattanite. Since first coming into contact with her son, and the whole family my world of food has expanded and evolved so much. My food world is forever changed...and I am so thankful for it!
I don't think I even liked mushrooms. ... I also have a strong bond with lemon, a closer relationship to my already brother-from-another-mother, Garlic. ...spices, I enjoy a range of them now. I put cinnamon in ground beef. Lebanese meat pies just melt me. ..
Don't get me started on the red wine vinegar. The fatouche salads, the tabuli salads, salad with lemon. .... I'm hungry again. Ok.
First night's meal....
Swordfish dip and bread -shared with baby. check.
Artichoke with a lemon &olive oil dip. ..shared with baby. Enjoyed.
Veal with a mustard sauce and fresh diced plum tomatoes. ..shared with the babe. Good to go. She liked it. (And yes, I did go so far as to comment that a baby was eating a baby. ..then the thought chain continued, internally, to a calf eating a human baby. ..)
Hence the title of this entry.
Night two. ... Lebanese style meat pies, salads with lemon dressings.
Not a bad start, ey.
Leading up to the feast of my favorite American holiday. Thanksgiving. Simply because it is a day of food, conversation, and no fucking gift giving.
Cheers.
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