Magic has become a bit of a running theme this past month. Today, lunch prep was accompanied by the sounds of squealing children being taught magic tricks by a (very patient, very lovely) volunteer. The kids took delight in showing us the magic they had learnt, as well as revealing the secrets of the tricks. […]Read more "Chapter Nineteen – “Magic doesn’t exist, kids”"
We’re back. For the past two days Kim has been running the ship as Flo n Daisy were bedbound. On Tuesday, Kim served up a smashing leek and potato soup (albeit accidentally oversalted by a zealous child) and on Wednesday was joined in the kitchen by Reggs to make a Mexican(ish) chicken broth soup with […]Read more "Chapter Eighteen – “Look, you, gimme one-“"
At Ingo’s leaving dinner last night, we realised we were yet to plan this week’s lunches… at all. So we put it to the room and it was quickly decided (based on how “quick and easy” it was) that Mohamad would teach us to make Mjadarah, a Syrian rice and lentil dish, served with fried […]Read more "Chapter Seventeen – “Mjadarah. Mjadarah?!!”"
Today, for the second time, we were relieved of our kitchen duties, this time by volunteer Doran and her friends who made a Korean feast for the visitors and residents. They were super prepared, arriving in the kitchen with everything presliced and whipping up six different dishes in hardly any time. Come 3pm, the table […]Read more "Chapter Sixteen – “Me, I’m a vegetarian too, but I don’t have a problem with meat. I eat pork.”"
Today was Salim’s birthday AND pizza Friday AND Aboud’s birthday (as we later found out). So in theory, this should have been the best day ever, and it came close, except that we were all feeling pretty grotty and Kim was at home, in bed, being sick and sweating garlic. Due to the aforementioned grottiness, and […]Read more "Chapter Fifteen – “Happy birthday!” “Happy birthday.” “Thank you.” “You’re welcome!”"
Since day one, residents and visitors have been asking us if the meals we make are “British” and we always struggle to answer. For us, British food encompasses Italian minestrone and Moroccan tagine as much as it does leek and potato soup and roast potatoes. But for our fellow British volunteer Isra’s last day, we […]Read more "Chapter Fourteen – “Me, food and the sea”"
After yesterday’s somewhat sweet soup, we set about making as savoury a soup as we could today, settling on mushroom and lentil. It was a sleepy morning in the OH and the kitchen was quieter than usual, until Ibrahim arrived and we forced him to join us in playing word games whilst the soup simmered […]Read more "Chapter Thirteen – “My friend, my friend look there!”"