This is a kitchen that started with a mother, an aunt, a neighbor and a friend. I grew up in Lebanon and specifically in my mother’s kitchen. Cooking for my mother was a way of life. She cooked when she was happy, she cooked when she was sad and she cooked when she was angry. Cooking for her was understood. If you wanted to learn how to cook you just joined her in the kitchen. You sit still, watch and learn and occasionally she let you stir the pot or peel some potatoes…
My mother passed away in 2014 and took with her the unwritten recipes.
I am writing this blog mainly for my daughters, Bella and Emma, and the memory of my mother. Keeping the tradition alive is like keeping a part of her with me. I will be sharing some of her recipes, and I will be adding my own touch to some.