In the Levant (so I’ve heard), people take their own za’atar to the local baker, where it is mixed with olive oil, then smeared onto flatbread dough and baked for a few minutes until crispy brown but with a lovely softness inside. These manakish (or man’ousheh in the singular) are very good for breakfast. Za’atar is both … More Making Manakish
Towards the end of our mezze lunch, my son stands up, rounds his tummy with his hands, and declares with a smile that he’s full to the brim with “Syrian Magic”. I’m hardly surprised. He’s slathered countless lamb flatbreads with great dollops of hummus, tried big mouthfuls of everything else, asked the chef for more, … More #CookForSYRIA Pop-Up Magic
First snow run of the season. Freezing low mist merges with the white-flecked ground. I skid down a mud-slush path, then skate to the side in search of firmer footing. There is none. It’s a hop, skip and slide run. Only a few well-wrapped walkers and some skittish deer are out, plus a father and … More Snow run
In an attempt to take my life a little more seriously than I habitually do, I make coffee, then grab a pen and a whimsically-covered notebook. I plonk random pieces of fruit next to me for colour and inspiration, and read snippets of this fabulously escapist and informative book (another Oxfam bookshop gem). Funny and … More A Serious Case of Escapism
Have Paprika, Will Travel 