Za’atar and Labneh Buns
I have written about my love for Za’atar before – how much I love Lebanese Manoush (flabread disks that get
I have written about my love for Za’atar before – how much I love Lebanese Manoush (flabread disks that get
After over 10 years working in big law firms, making the move to the in-house legal department of a large
As much as I like trying new things, some things are just difficult to say no to, however often you have
I already mentioned how Tartine was one of the places on my ‘must-visit’ list when I went to San Francisco
If you have ever bought Za’atar outside of a Western supermarket, you will have noticed it is usually sold in
It is somewhat counter-intuitive to start a post about granola confessing that you don’t really like granola. But here we
French Toast. Breakfast of dreams. So easy to make and yet a dish I often forget about, despite how much
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I am no expert on the history of coffee or coffee culture, so I am not sure who first had the idea to add ground spices to coffee but as ideas go, it was a pretty good one. Today, we have Turkish coffee which, although primarily referring to a specific brewing method (the process by which very finely ground coffee, typically made from Arabica beans, is brewed in a special small pot called Cezve or Ibrik), also refers to coffee often flavoured with cardamom. Then there is Arabic coffee, which is often spiced (often rather heavily) with cardamom, cloves and sometimes even saffron or cinnamon. Both are strong drinks, typically served in small glasses or small cups, that are typically consumed laced with industrial amounts of sugar. Despite these long-standing traditions for preparing coffee flavoured with fragrant spices, there are plenty of people who insist that good coffee is best enjoyed as is, and should not even be adulterated with the addition
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Alessandro says I sometimes scare him. Not because of anything I do (although my clumsiness can reach scary heights). But because of what I dream. I often have incredibly vivid dreams and like telling him about my latest nocturnal adventures while we share our first cup of coffee in the morning. The other day I dreamt I was hunting for miniature Christmas trees with my mum, in a shopping centre which does not exist in real life but which I frequent on a fairly regular basis on my nocturnal adventures (mainly because they have this amazing toy store / cake decorating utensil store on the top floor – sadly, I don’t always make it up there before I wake up). Unsatisfied with the rather meagre offering of miniature Christmas trees (no wonder, it was an after-Christmas sale to get rid of remaining stock), we trundled on, browsing the shops here and there and headed towards the upper levels as I
I am pretty lucky in having a sister close in age that I get on so well with. Although we