I’ve always been a fan of the supermarket. Ever since I was a child, a trip to buy groceries and roaming around a huge supermarket has always been fun and kind of comforting. I especially love it when I’m in no hurry and have no list to stick to. We just walk around, inspecting aisle after aisle till we find something we need, discover a new product or even welcome products that we’d only seen abroad.
Having a baby was always a major fear for me. Since I grew up with a gynecologist dad, I had all the (ugly) details of it all. I was a very curious little girl and I used to listen to grown-up conversations all the time. So I knew everything pregnant women out there were going through. I knew what to expect, when to go to the hospital, when a feeling meant bad news and more importantly what not to eat while pregnant.
Blood orange season is my favorite. There’s nothing quite nice as a fresh red-colored juice to go with the cold weatherweather.
This February, I was spoiled rotten by everyone. One of the perks of just having a baby is people pampering you all the time. Naturally, my favorite citrus fruit was everywhere – in a bowl on the kitchen counter, in the fridge, and *surprise*, in a cake we made using Jamie Oliver’s recipe on this link.
Ten years ago, I went on a road trip from London to Amsterdam then Paris with friends. I was studying in Exeter at the time, and short trips around Europe were a must. So off we went, in the middle of the night. While on the bus from Amsterdam to Paris, we passed by Brussels. I got to see the Manneken Piss (peeing boy statue) and thought it was enough for Belgium. I had heard from people that the manneken was the only thing to see there, so I was content I could check Brussels off my list.
That was until my mom and her friend returned from a Euro trip last week, having spent two days in Brussels.
When in the mood for something sweet, I can’t even allow myself to think about having something else than 10 g of dark chocolate or a fruit. See, I’ve become accustomed to a generally healthy lifestyle. Milk chocolate bars and potato chips have been out of my vocabulary for years now – except for my pregnancy cravings which I have, thank God, grown out of. But sometimes, a fruit or a tiny piece of dark chocolate just don’t cut it. That’s when a homemade dry cake comes to mind.
I don’t know if some of you can relate, but some dishes get me confused as to how I will be serving them and how I prefer to eat them. With or without cheese on top? Do I melt the cheese before or put it on top as a final touch and enjoy a stronger taste? Do I mix the caramelized onions in or do I just let them add a crispy taste with each bite? So confusing, don’t you think?
As promised, contributors to Breadonbutter will be sharing more of their experiences on the blog. The first article is a Travel one by the talented and bubbly Carla Richa, a multimedia journalism student at LAU. She writes about her days in Barcelona and how it felt to go back after visiting when she was young. Enjoy the read as she takes you through the streets of this colorful city, its culture and the 3 p’s.
We visited Athens on the last week of October for a mix of personal business and pleasure. The city is great for a quick getaway not far from home (1h15 flight). As we planned our trip before our departure, I still had in mind the Athens I once knew as vibrant, full of life and happy people, and in keep-up with trends. In my head, it was still a mix of Beirut and organized European countries. The last time I was there, it was 2013. The economic crisis had just hit but it wasn’t quite obvious yet. This time around, it was pretty palpable. What the economy had done to this vibrant city was a complete shock.
Due to popular demand, I am writing the recipe of a delicious Christmas Tree cake I made for Elle et Vire’s Bake a Smile Christmas campaign. Baking usually makes me happy and peaceful. This time, it was twice the satisfaction because this cake was meant for people in need. Elle et Vire teamed up with Order of Malta Lebanon to help spread the Christmas spirit by baking as many cakes and cookies to offer and make people happy during this festive season.
Fall is definitely the season to start cooking again. After a long and hot summer, with only a little bit of time to spend in the kitchen and hot temperatures that only make you want to make lemonade, being back in the kitchen is pure bliss. So I’ve been baking again! Coming back home to the sweet smell of baked goods is pure happiness and a nice breakfast is guaranteed.