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eG Foodblog: Hassouni (2012) - Beirut and beyond

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Hi, keefkun, ça va?

Or, for the more hip: Bonjour habibi, how's it going?

Yes, with such phrasing, it can only be Lebanon!

First off, let me give you some background to the trip and myself.

I go by Chris and Hassaan - whence Hassouni, the Arabic diminutive of Hassaan (note, not Hasan/Hassan, this is a different name. For those that can read Arabic, it's: حسّان). Arabs/Persians/Turks generally call me Hassaan, others generally call me Chris. Hassouni is fine by me too :)

I am, despite the bilingual name, NOT Lebanese. My father is American of mostly German extraction, and my mother is 100% Iraqi. Her family is Iraqi through and though (except for her one Turkish great-grandmother, as well as other genetic traces of the myriad peoples who have crossed Iraq since history began 5000 years ago there). They had done quite well under the Mandate period and later the Monarchy, but as soon as the republican revolutions happened (and there were several in the late 50s and 60s), my mom and her immediate family fled to Beirut, which was THE cosmopolitan city of the region in those years. They stayed there until 1975 when the civil war broke out, and really Beirut is and was much more of a home, to my mother and her brothers at least, than Baghdad was. To this day, she can switch between Iraqi and Lebanese Arabic mid sentence, which I always find hilarious (they're about as different in vocabulary and accent as, say, Cajun English and Australian English)

In the mid 1990s, after the war, her parents, living in the DC area and London, moved back to Beirut, and since then it's become their permanent home, with my mother spending more and more time there as well. This is my 9th trip there, and the 6th since Summer 2009, so Beirut is quickly tying London as my own second home. In any case, I love it to bits, despite all the aggravation of being there (like the most horrific traffic and insane drivers anywhere), and my own skills in the Lebanese dialect are growing. I guess they're getting pretty good, as a few of my Lebanese friends have dubbed me "honorary Lebanese." I arrived here yesterday and will return to DC March 7.

Secondly, let me explain the teaser pics

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The first, of course, is an Iraqi/Turkish style tea setup, as I mentioned on my very first post here. Mimicking the the effects of a samovar without the expense. My favorite style of tea, though somewhat of a hassle to prepare. This was basically just to identify me, and sadly there probably won't be much of that, as Beirut is not a good city for tea drinkers :(

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A Beirut taxi and a symbol of the city as much as Black Cabs are of London. 10 years or so ago they were all ancient Mercedes that had survived the 15-year civil war. Now there are a lot of other cars, some new Mercedes, most small, crummy, micro-compacts, which makes very little sense for a taxi. The old, stick shift, diesel powered Mercs are where it's at for me, and I'll wait longer to snag one.

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Next is the beautiful Turkish coffee presentation at Café Hamra, in the Hamra neighborhood of Beirut. I think Nikkib made a passing reference to it once - I really like the place. Decent if not fantastic food, really good deserts, great coffee, and good argile (hookah/shisha). Hopefully will spend some time there this trip

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When Kerry Beal said lahmacun, she was basically right. This is the Arabic version, lahme b'ajin, from which the name lahmacun derives. This is a late night shot from the legendary Barbar in Hamra, a 24/7 bastion of Lebanese street food that spans a whole block - shawarma, kababs, falafel, mana'ish, lahme b'ajin, fresh juices plus western snack bar type food, and pretty good gelato. After a night out in Beirut, this is unequivocally the place to go.

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Finally, Raouché, the Pigeon Rocks, or as my Mom swears they were called in the "Lebanese Good Old Days," Suicide Rocks. One of two sea stacks just off the cliffs along the Beirut Corniche. If there is one symbol of Beirut, this is it.

As for this blog, I have no agenda. Although I'll be spending plenty of time there, I'm not staying in my family's place, because its jam-packed with people, so I'll be sleeping in a hotel nearby. This means I won't be cooking anything, but even if I was staying at home that would be the case, what with my aunt and the housekeeper running the kitchen on lockdown. However, I will definitely be showing plenty of home-cooked Lebano-Iraqi dishes. Furthermore, Beirut is Cafe City and one of the best places to eat out, so expect plenty of delicious coffees, teas, and meals out, as well as shots of street food like Barbar and my favorite, manaa'ish 'al saaj.

I have a hunch that I'll be going north up the coast as well as into the mountains at some point, so I'll be sure to document any tasty treats from there.

If you have any requests, I'll do my best to fulfill them!


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So, having just arrived at the family flat yesterday afternoon- the first order of business was tea. Now, as I mentioned, making proper Iraqi style tea is a bit of a hassle, and I think most of my family can't be bothered to go all out. However, the tea is still brewed strong and diluted somewhat. My mom, having gone to boarding school and university in England, typically drinks her tea with milk, hence the can of Nestlé Nido in the background - as far as I can tell, it's used a) because it's richer tasting and b) because we have little other use for milk. If it's not going to be out of the proper tea glasses and all, I typically take milk too.

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Served alongside are some sweets and pastries…here we have some kind of danish-y thing, some unidentified pastry that looks vaguely pop-tart-like (I didn't ask), then Lebanon's greatest contribution to the world of culinary fusion: the miniature za'tar croissant, identifiable instantly by the sesame seeds. There are two things in Lebanon that I wish I could get at home and just cannot find - this is one of them (the other I'll address in a later post). Za'tar appears to be an acquired taste for those that didn't grow up on it (so my fully-American friends tell me), but I think the za'tar croissant is a perfect introduction. Finally…we have some Samoas. Yes, girl scout cookies, brought by us on the plane. Not Lebanese, but they're good, so anything goes right?

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A couple hours later, a typically vast dinner was laid out. Numerous dishes and side dishes, taking hours to make, and served super-late, are typically the norm in this household. In deference to the jetlag-induced zombie-like state my dad and I were in, dinner was served at the unheard of hour of just before 8. Also unusually, we ate at the high dining table in the proper dining room, something we rarely do - normally we have all meals on the coffee table in the family room…which I find annoyingly cramped and awkward with seven adults.

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When in Lebanon, my grandfather, an unexplained wine wizard, seems to prefer Château Kefraya, a reputable Lebanese house with many offerings. The last few times he's gone for their Les Breteches, which is a mix of about 5 varietals such as Syrah and Cabernet Sauvignon, to name a couple, with a slightly tannic, medium body - a very nice if not spectacular wine. This led to a long conversation about alcohol and Islam (my Iraqi family is nominally, and I mean really nominally, Muslim) - apparently my grandfather has a whole book written by some scholar on how the Qur'an says alcohol is OK! I wish my formal Arabic was better, because I'd love to read it…

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Salad, as served with every dinner and most lunches. Sort of a spin on fattoush, I guess, but not quite. Today there was: romaine, parsley, tomato, radish, avocado, and cucumbers - the best in the world. I don't know what Lebanon does, but fresh produce here always tastes better, and the ultimate champion is the cucumber. They're small and slender, much like Persian cucumbers, but much crisper and flavorful than the ones sold in the States. My grandfather is also a master salad dresser, and today it had balsamic vinegar, pomegranate syrup, and olive oil. With the good bread we had, it could have sufficed as a meal.

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The main attraction: 2 large fish, slit open and baked with potatoes. The fish in arabic is called lu'uz, which my grandfather says is loup de mer in French. My mom says it's grouper. I personally, am confused. Seasoned with parsley and some mild, undetermined spices (my aunt was in charge of this). Arabs like their food cooked very thoroughly, and fish is no exception. It was good, but I would have pulled it out of the oven far earlier.

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Traditional with fish is mujaddara, a dish of rice and brown lentils seasoned with cumin, served with fried onions on top. Real Arabic comfort food and really good! The mushrooms are NOT traditional, and I can't stand button mushrooms, so I avoided those…

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Also traditional with fish in Iraqi cuisine is 'amba, mango pickled in vinegar, produced in India by the Poonjiaji company - their "Ship Brand" bottles of 'amba can be found in any Iraqi household. I imagine this must be a legacy of the legions of Indian cooks, servants, and other workers brought into Iraq during the British Mandate (Iraqis are very fond of curry and biryani, too). If you can imagine mango achaar, but with vinegar instead of oil, that's not far off - it's very sour, and I'm addicted!

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We also have a dish of homemade kabees - turnips pickled in beet juice, which is more of a Lebanese thing. I love it, though not as much as 'amba! Also, some cucumber pickles, which were rather nondescript, and the pomegranate syrup that went into the salad.

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Dessert: bountiful fruit, for which Lebanon is famous. Everything was *quite* delicious. Since it never gets that cold here, I guess the growing season for most fruits is year round (though the best time is April-May, the short period when loquats are in season and growing on trees all over the country, including the center of Beirut). Also, some token Arabic style ice cream on the side.

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Finally, a cheese that my grandfather swears is internationally-renowned, but available only in Iraq: Shari, an aged goat cheese from Iraqi Kurdistan, that a friend visiting from there brought. What can I say, it was powerful stuff, one of the most intense cheeses I've ever had. I can normally devour a piece like that in one bite, but I had to proceed slowly on this. Very different, and very interesting.

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Breakfast at the hotel: 1 Lebanese, 1 Continental. The Continental was pretty standard - toast, danish, and za'tar croissant (maybe not so standard), plus Lebanese Kassatly brand jams and honey. Sadly, as seems to be the standard in the region when Turkish coffee is not offered: Nescafé.

The more interesting of course was the Lebanese, and I was pleasantly surprised at the scope. On the right of the tray, top to bottom:

Ultra-rich labne with olive oil

A trio of feta-ish, kashawan, and halloum cheeses

Foul mdammis AKA foul, pronounced "fool" - fava beans and chick peas cooked low and slow, mixed with olive oil

Requisite garnishes for the above: tomatoes, mint, killer cucumbers (not shown), and olives.

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Up close: cucumbers, tomatoes, olives, labne (no za'tar :( ), kashkawan (actually pronounced 'ash'awaan), and halloum, with good Arabic bread (aka pita but no Arab ever calls it that). Good, fresh Arabic bread, ubiquitous in Lebanon, is paper thin and very chewy.

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Assembled bowl of foul: foul, tomatoes, mint, hard-boiled egg.

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A pretty standard Lebanese breakfast offering, but very satisfying on a first morning here with crappy sleep!

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Fantastic! Just the vicarious vacation I need. Though at the moment, sitting here with my morning coffee, what I really want is one of those za'tar croissants, the flavor combo sounds amazing. I'm so looking forward to this, thanks for bringing us along.



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Looking forward to following along with this one, Hassouni! I've noticed your contributions in the Japanese home cooking thread before; will there be any Japanese food on this trip, or is that something you would have to cook for yourself?

Also, when you travel to Beirut and then return to DC, are there any food products you bring back with you that you can't get in the States? Some of that 'amba, maybe?


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Can't wait for the rest of the week! BTW - another really good lebanese wine is Chateau Mussar - both whites and reds are excellent, but they are especially known for their whites which can age forever... If you can find a 20 year old white, don't pass it up! Some of the older reds have been judged as well as 3rd growth Bordeaux in blind tastings...


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Is the za'tar on the croissants rolled up with the dough or simply sprinkled on top? Is there much thyme in it? The za'tar that I've seen is very green.

Am loving this. (Except for the fool -- my husband lived in Egypt for many years and fool is a breakfast of choice there, too. He loves fool but I've never been able to develop a tolerance for the smell/taste of dried favas. :sad: )

Do you think you could get a picture of one of the cucumbers unsliced? I'm very curious as to which cucurbit it is.

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I'm trying to pull myself out of an almighty sulk bought on by the fact that my boyfriend is going to see THE WAILERS!!! Tonight in Beirut but also that you are in Beirut and I'm not :-( in all seriousness I am really looking forward to this - I spent 10 years in London and under two in Beirut yet Beirut is where I feel most at home... Great start to what I know will be a great week!


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Wow. grenadine molasses! Ill now have to try some.

i use a lot of pomegranate molasses but look forward to trying the G.

very much looking forward to your Blog!

thanks for the hard work in advance.

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Looking forward to following along with this one, Hassouni! I've noticed your contributions in the Japanese home cooking thread before; will there be any Japanese food on this trip, or is that something you would have to cook for yourself?

Also, when you travel to Beirut and then return to DC, are there any food products you bring back with you that you can't get in the States? Some of that 'amba, maybe?

I do cook quite a lot of Japanese food, but firstly, I won't be cooking anything here, and secondly, most of what's available here is sushi - a very poor value to money ratio, especially when great Lebanese food has a superb value to money ratio!

Food products: Really, za'tar is the biggest one. I can get it at home but it's not the same. I also usually bring back some fresh roasted and ground Turkish coffee and try to drink as much as possible in a short a time as possible. Everything else that I can think of probably violates US customs....I might try for cheese, but I have a habit of getting stopped at customs (since Lebanon is a "shady country" in the eyes of Homeland Security). As for 'amba, a lot of Middle Eastern stores at home sell the very bottle in use here: http://www.poonjiaji.com/slimanpick.htm

Very eager to read on! Can you say more about the foul? What type of beans, how prepared, etc.

Soooo, at home, I don't know anyone who makes foul from scratch. Typically I buy it in a can (Cortas brand), add some chick peas and cumin and let it cook down for about 15-20 minutes, then mash about half of it up. The beans are smaller than typical fava beans, about as big as the chick peas but a bit elongated. Standard serving is with olive oil, lemon juice, onions, tomatoes, and egg.

Is the za'tar on the croissants rolled up with the dough or simply sprinkled on top? Is there much thyme in it? The za'tar that I've seen is very green.

Am loving this. (Except for the fool -- my husband lived in Egypt for many years and fool is a breakfast of choice there, too. He loves fool but I've never been able to develop a tolerance for the smell/taste of dried favas. :sad: )

Do you think you could get a picture of one of the cucumbers unsliced? I'm very curious as to which cucurbit it is.

the za'tar is in the croissant the same way chocolate is in a pain au chocolat, or almond paste is in an almond croissant, if that helps. Lebanese za'tar is very green and from what I can tell is mostly thyme - the Arabic word for thyme is in fact za'tar, even though in a generic sense it refers to the mix.

Normal preparation of fava beans also is not my favorite - I know what you mean about the smell. Foul to me is totally different though.

As for the cucumbers, I can try to get a picture of one unsliced. If you've seen "Persian cucumbers" for sale anywhere, they're basically the same, just fresher. About 6-8" long, no more than 1" thick, with very firm, green flesh and small seeds.

I'm trying to pull myself out of an almighty sulk bought on by the fact that my boyfriend is going to see THE WAILERS!!! Tonight in Beirut but also that you are in Beirut and I'm not :-( in all seriousness I am really looking forward to this - I spent 10 years in London and under two in Beirut yet Beirut is where I feel most at home... Great start to what I know will be a great week!

I just saw the poster for that! Is there anywhere you'd like me to hit up? I'm going to Falamanki tonight and am going to try to go to Tawilet for the first time soon.

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Wow. grenadine molasses! Ill now have to try some.

i use a lot of pomegranate molasses but look forward to trying the G.

very much looking forward to your Blog!

thanks for the hard work in advance.

They're the same thing. Dodgy translation, methinks..

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Today is the day of many coffees. Crappy nescafé to start the day at the hotel, then went to the flat, where in quick succession I had some french press and some Arabic coffee. I'd like to point out that when most menus in the West say "Arabic coffee" they mean Turkish coffee. Real Arabic coffee comes in two varieties: peninsular and Levantine - with the Levantine being coarse ground dark roast, boiled in some cases for hours. Normally at home we have Turkish, but today some Arabic was made - note the absence of foam:

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My parents and I then went out to the Hamra neighborhood, probably my favorite part of the city, experiencing a commercial and social renaissance these days, I guess it's sort of the Greenwich Village/Soho of the city.

Passed by the aforementioned Barbar - I can 99% guarantee I'll be returning here at some point (probably at 3 am after several drinks), but if I don't make it back in the daylight, here's a rundown. Barbar is divided into several sections spanning most of a city block of the popularly named "Piccadilly Street:" Barbar Snack (western snack bar food, such as subs and burgers), Juicy Barbar (fresh juice, smoothies, and gelato), Barbar Pastries (savory stuff like mana'ish and lahme b'ajin), Barbar Restaurant (Shawarma, Kabab), and Barbar Falafel. Each of these functions as a separate entity with individual storefronts and cashiers. Here's the shawarma:

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Went to lunch at the aforementioned Café Hamra, and sat in their garden, an oasis of peace in the crush of Hamra Street:

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I had a salade niçoise, and a mint lemonade (a specialty of the Arab world, fresh squeezed lemonade blended with mint, available frozen or not)

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A blurb about Beirut's (and Hamra's in particular) café culture:

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Picked up bread for the hotel at Bread Republic, where proper European loaves can be bought, and good sandwiches, brunches, great coffee, and other nice items can be eaten onsite. (They recently also added a bar) We got a black sourdough loaf made with rye and whole wheat.

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The outing ended in Ashrafieh, the old, very Frenchy part of town in East Beirut (Hamra is in the West), at the very French Eddé Sursock Café (or eCafe, I believe), a nice place with a pretty terrace that is fully open in warmer weather - my parents enjoying the terrace:

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The double espresso with complimentary brownie on the side (see what I mean about a lot of coffee!):

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Really enjoying your food blog. Would love to see more of the city and some of the coast. Beirut is meant to be beautiful.


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I am so envious and am so looking forward to a week in Beirut. I love Lebanese food!

I have a recipe for Nammoura that was given to me by a friend from Saida many years ago and which I used to prepare often (before developing diabetes).

Your photos are beautifully composed.


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All of the fresh produce --especially the fruit and the cukes--are making me drool.

The weather looks so beautiful there!

Yeah, the produce is definitely a highlight of the food scene here. The weather is OK, it's actually the coldest I've seen it here, and I've been in all seasons. Temp range is high 40s to low 60s.

Really enjoying your food blog. Would love to see more of the city and some of the coast. Beirut is meant to be beautiful.

Beirut certainly has its scenic moments but there's a ton of traffic, pollution, and concrete. The real geographic gem is the rest of the country. Got very tentative plans to head up the coast and also into the mountains (where there should still be a lot of snow - from which Lebanon derives its name (Laban = Hebrew and Aramaic for white, since the high mountains here have semi-permanent snow).

I am so envious and am so looking forward to a week in Beirut. I love Lebanese food!

I have a recipe for Nammoura that was given to me by a friend from Saida many years ago and which I used to prepare often (before developing diabetes).

Your photos are beautifully composed.

Heh, my best friends here are all from Saida! They tend to be more laid back than Beirutis, who are definitely the New Yorkers of the Middle East.

Thanks for the compliment about the photos! I'm trying to be as subtle and discrete as possible in actually taking the photos, and am only using my phone camera. I feel rather odd posing and setting up food photos in public, to be honest.

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Dinner tonight: pure Iraqi awesomeness. The heart and soul of Iraqi cuisine is what makes it so similar to Persian - rice and stew, but both the rice and the stews are pretty much the same. The stews, called murga (مرقة), are typically chunks of lamb, onions, vegetable + tomato paste and spices, and the rice is always basmati or similar varieties, salted and cooked with oil or butter in a way that the grains stay separate and the layer touching the bottom of the pot crisps up into a delicious element called, in Iraqi Arabic, hakkaaka (حكّاكة), AKA ta-dig in Persian. In both cuisines, further reinforcing the similarity, a cook's skill is judged by his or her hakkaka/ta-dig. It's worth noting that no other Arab country makes rice in this way, nor do they call it by the name Iraqis use: timman (تمّن). The combination is frequently referred to as timman u murga, just like the Persian term chelo-khoresht. This is very distinctly NOT Lebanese, and doubtless a legacy of 2,500 years of Persian influence in Iraq.

Tonight's murga: Murgat arthishoki, or - artichoke stew! Whole artichoke bottoms are easily obtained in Lebanon, and my aunt stewed them up with some beef, potatoes, and carrots. This is something I've only had a couple times, and it's one of my favorites:

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Here's the rice displaying a nice light gold hakkaaka. The best is when it's a really dark golden brown, but this is risky as it gets very easily burnt!

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Here's a bit wider shot, showing the rice, the edge of the artichokes, strangely garlic-free homemade hummus, and more 'amba and kabees. More universal than 'amba in Iraqi cuisine is actually a type of pickles called turshi (from Persian torshi --> torsh = sour/pickled, cf Turkish turşu), which are a mix of vegetables in a rather evil looking, dark pickle sauce...when I was a kid I swear I could see stuff moving, but I've grown to love it. Sadly, it didn't make an appearance. There was also a salad (not shown), similar to yesterday's except it used just-picked lettuce from my great-aunt and -uncle's farm in southern Lebanon.

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My plate following the salad:

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For the curious, the label on the 'amba bottle. Literally, we have this same bottle in the states, sold at the Persian and Pakistani stores, at a minimum:

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Google: "Poonjiaji Ship Brand", that should put you on the right track!


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Oh what fun!

Love the pix of your parents, in the terrace cafe, and buying bread.


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Artichoke bottom stew sounds perfect. The golden crispy-top rice looks delicious. How is it made? In a big flat skillet? The way I prepare basmati rice I don't usually get a crusty side, and that makes for a really appealing presentation. Tell me how please! I seriously need some hakkaka immersion therapy. What a fun blog.

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So, hakkaka is a byproduct of making rice perfectly in the Iraqi-Iranian way. The orthodox Iranian way, used by many in Iraq, is to parboil the rice in LOTS of salted water until about 2/3 cooked, or very al dente. Then drain the rice and the pot, add butter or oil to the empty pot, and return the rice in a sort of pyramid, and let it steam on low to medium low heat, with a paper towel under the lid to catch the steam as it rises. After 30 or so minutes you should have hakkaka. The other method as used by some Iraqis, is less reliable and harder to master, as it involves frying the rice in oil or butter a la risotto, then adding water and salt. The problem is how much water - I was taught and do it by sight, but I would say in a medium sized saucepan, with enough rice for 4, you don't want to cover the rice by more than about 1/2-3/4" of water. Let it come to a boil on high heat, then turn the heat down to low and do the paper towel thing again. After 20-30 minutes the rice will be cooked; good hakkaka takes another 10-15 minutes, raising the heat a bit.

For what it's worth, my grandfather uses the former, more Iranian way, and my grandmother uses the latter method. For starting out, definitely go the Iranian route. If nothing else, there's a lot more literature on it, such as here: http://turmericsaffron.blogspot.com/2010/01/art-of-making-persian-tah-dig.html Note that saffron at the bottom is, in my eyes, a cheat, as the golden color should come only from the rice and fat. Also, adding a cup of water in step 8 in my experience results in soggy rice - a couple tablespoons MAX should suffice, but sometimes none is required. However, the overall method in that link is pretty sound.

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      My son married a lovely young lady from Yakeshi, Inner Mongolia, China.   Mongolian: ᠶᠠᠠᠠᠰᠢ ᠬᠣᠲᠠ (Ягши хот); Chinese: 牙克石; pinyin: Yákèshí
       
      We had a wedding in the US but her family also wanted to have a traditional wedding in China.  DH and I have never being to China so this was an exciting opportunity for us!  We spent a few days in Beijing doing touristy stuff and then flew to Hailar.  There is only one flight a day on Air China that we took at 6 in the morning.  Yakeshi is about an hour drive from Hailar on a beautiful toll road with no cars on it.  I wish we took pictures of free roaming sheep and cows along the way.  The original free range meat.
       
      The family met us at the airport.  We were greeted with a shot of a traditional Chinese spirit from a traditional leather vessel.  Nothing says welcome like a stiff drink at 9 AM.  We were supposed to have a three shots (may be they were joking) but family took pity on us and limited it to one only.
       

       
    • By Panaderia Canadiense
      Wow, this is my third foodblog for the eGullet….  Welcome!   I'll be with you from Palm Sunday through Holy Sunday to give you all a taste of the veritable food festival that is Easter in Ecuador.  As usual, I intend to eat on the streets, visit a plethora of small shops and vendors, and talk about (and eat copious amounts of ) the specialty dishes of the holiday.
       
      A bit of background on me and where I am.  I'm Elizabeth; I'm 33 years old and since the last foodblog I've ceased to be a Canadian expat in Ecuador, and become a full-fledged Ecuadorian citizen.  I run a catering bakery out of Ambato, and I deliver to clients on the entire mainland.  I've got a large customer base in nearby Baños de Agua Santa, a hot-springs town about an hour downslope of me to the east; I'll be visiting it on Wednesday with close to 100 kg of baked goods for delivery.  Ambato, the capital of Tungurahua province, is located almost exactly in the geographic centre of Ecuador.  It's at an average elevation of 2,850 meters above sea level (slightly higher than Quito, the capital) - but this is measured in the downtown central park, which is significantly lower than most of the rest of the city, which extends up the sides of the river valley and onto the high plain above.  We've got what amounts to eternal late springtime weather, with two well-marked rainy seasons.  Ambato has about 300,000 people in its metro area; it's the fourth largest city in the country.  But maybe the most important thing about Ambato, especially to foodies, is that it's a transport hub for the country.  Anything travelling just about anywhere has to pass through Ambato on the way; it gives us the largest, best-stocked food market in South America.  I have simply staggering variety at my fingertips.
       

       
      This view, which was a teaser for the blog, was taken from my rooftop terrazzo.  It is a fraction of the panorama of the river valley that I see every morning, and since Easter is traditionally somewhat miserable weather-wise, the clouds stick to the hilltops.  The barrio you can see in the middle distance is Ficoa, one of the most luxury districts in the city.  Ambato is notable amongst Ecuadorian cities for having small fruit farms (300-500 m2) still operating within city limits and even within its most established barrios - it's from this that the Ambato gets one of its two sobriquets: The City of Fruits and Flowers.  The tendency for even the poorest barrios to take tremendous pride in their greenspaces gives the other: The Garden City.  My barrio, Miraflores Alto, is a working-class mixture of professors and labourers, and my neighbours keep a mixture of chickens, turkeys, and ducks in their yards; someone down the hill has a cow that I frequently hear but have never seen.  Consequently, if the season is right I can buy duck eggs from my neighbours (and if the season is wrong, entire Muscovy ducks for roasting.)
       

       
      Today, I'll be doing my largest fresh-food shopping at the Mercado Mayorista, the largest market of its kind in South America - this place covers nearly 30 square blocks, and it exists to both buy and sell produce from across the country.  Sundays and Mondays it also opens up to a huge, raucous farmer's market where smaller quantities are available for purchase.  Sunday is the day of the freshest food and the largest number of vendors.  And I'm going to cross more than half the city to get there - I've moved since the last blog, and my new house, on the slopes of the river valley is further away than the old one on the high plain.  I promise to take many pictures of this - particularly close to the High Holy days, the Mayorista is alive with vendors and there will be special sections cordoned off for sales of bacalao, truly enormous squashes, and if it follows the previous years' trends, a festival of Hornado (about which more later).  Apart from mangoes, which are just finishing up their season, it is harvest time across the country, and the Mayorista will be well stocked with all manner of fruits and vegetables.
       

       
      To start us off, I'll demystify one of my teasers a bit.
       

       
      The Minion head that peeks out of my cupboard every day belongs to my jar of ChocoListo, the Ecuadorian equivalent of chocolate Ovaltine.  Since I gave up coffee for Lent, it's my go-to morning beverage.  ChocoListo normally comes in the plain white jar with orange lid that you see in front of the Minion; that's now my hot chocolate jar because I just couldn't resist when the company came out with the specialty jars.  I firmly believe that one is never too old to have whimsical things!
       

    • By therese
      Good morning, y’all, and welcome to the party chez Therese.
      As per the teaser, this week’s foodblog does indeed come to you from Atlanta, where I live with my two children (hereafter known as Girl and Boy) and husband (hereafter known as The Man). Girl is 11, Boy is 14, and The Man is old enough to know better.
      Atlanta’s huge: the total metro population is about 4 million, and there are no physical boundaries to growth like rivers or mountain ranges, so people just keep moving (and commuting) farther and farther out of town. Atlantans can be divided into ITP (inside the perimeter) and OTP (outside the perimeter), the perimeter referring to the interstate freeway that encircles the downtown area and surrounding neighborhoods, separating it from outlying suburbs. The politically minded may note that these areas could be designated red and blue. I’ll let you figure out which is which.
      We’re about as ITP as it gets, with home, work, school, and restaurants all in walking distance. The neighborhood’s called Druid Hills, the setting for the play/movie “Driving Miss Daisy”. The houses date from the 1920s, and because Atlanta has so little in the way of “old” buildings the neighborhood’s on the National Register as a Historic District. Charming, sure, buts lots of the houses need some updating, and ours (purchased in 1996) was no exception. So we remodeled last year, including an addition with a new kitchen, and this week’s blog will look at the finished product.
      So, some encouragement for those of you presently involved in kitchen renovation, some ideas for those who are considering it.
      But never mind all that for the moment: What’s for breakfast?


      Dutch babies, that’s what. And even better, these Dutch babies are produced by my children, the aforementioned Girl and Boy. The first picture is right from the oven, the second is after the somewhat messy job of sifting powdered sugar on top. They are delicious (the Dutch babies, I mean, not the children) and a great weekend treat.

      The Man drinks coffee in the morning whereas I prefer tea. He's not up yet, having played poker last night. I'm hoping he makes it out of bed in time for dinner.

      I also eat fruit whereas he prefers, well, anything but fruit. This is not such a bad thing, as it means that I don’t have to share the fruit. Pomegranates are a pain to eat, but not so bad if you’re reading the newspaper at the same time. This one’s from California, but you can also grow them here if you’ve got enough sunshine (which I don’t).
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