Tag: Lebanese
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Summer in Montréal
“Le temps est bonLe ciel est bleuNous n’avons rien à faire,Rien que d’être heureux.” Bon Entendeur Montréal is one of those cities I can absolutely picture myself living in. Wandering, conversing and existing in a French-Canadian environment feels like a familiar world to me. My French upbringing Many new people I meet are often surprised…
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Clementine and Pomegranate Salad with Honey and Halva
It has been too long since I posted a recipe here, and I’m excited to share this one with you. I recently made this fruit salad again, and it made my heart sing. The ingredients are in peak season right now, so I encourage you to try it out. I know, when you think of…
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Easter Brunch
We hosted family brunch for Easter this year, and it was so nice to be able to do that again. I hadn’t exercised that part of my brain in so long (since planning our wedding!) so it felt nice to plan a menu and put together a table setting. If you’re well-acquainted with my blog,…
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Lebanese Garden
Early mornings in my parents’ backyard always feel like an official new day. The day wakes up with you. The bees quietly collect their nectar, birdsong breaks the silence of the air, and droplets from last night’s rain drip softly on the sleepy petals beneath. The morning dew enhance the fragrance of the fresh rosemary…
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Beirut 🖤
It’s been a heavy week. No matter how much I tried to distract myself, my heart kept being pulled back to my wounded, aching Lebanon. The morning after the explosion in Beirut, I went for a run to clear my mind, and when I reached the lake, I looked at the blue waves and I…
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Ehden
I think it’s common to feel a sense of pride when we talk about our country of origin or birthplace, especially when we no longer live there. Reminiscing about our hometown ties us to our identity and our culture, and explains a lot about who we are, no matter how detached we may be from…
My Turquoise Bag 