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”"
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!”"
So we didn’t learn our lesson after the sweet soup, and yesterday’s meal was not our most popular amongst residents and visitors. However, don’t be fooled, it was still seriously good and we’d recommend making it. Like Marmite, it’s a question of taste; you either love it (like we did), or you don’t (like many […]Read more "Chapter Twelve - “Tiny little potatoes”"
Today’s recipes revolved around the fact that we bought a rosemary plant on Saturday and needed a way to squeeze it into this week’s lunches…Everyday. The soup we made was Chapter Three’s Sweet (?!) carrot and lentil soup, minus the sugar, with ten more carrots and a large thumb of grated ginger. Somehow these minor […]Read more "Chapter Eleven: “Tomorrow, tomorrow one like this?”"
Today’s cooking was conducted in four languages: the usual mix of English and Arabic, with everything repeated in German for Mohammed, who will shortly be joining the rest of his family in Berlin, and Spanish for Mohamad, who found out yesterday that he will be moving to Spain! Luckily, ‘pizza’ needs no translation and we […]Read more "Chapter Nine – “I don’t know it, but I like it”"