Category Archives: Breaking Bread

…feast of simple dishes from the Middle East region

Meditations on the pomegranate…

There it was, in the middle of the grocery store (a regular one, mind you, and not Whole Foods), with a huge sign announcing its discounted price, in one of these cardboard boxes with the fruits all stacked one on … Continue reading

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From my Files: Aleppo–sublime city of vernacular beauty

Note:  I wrote this article in 2005 after yet another visit to the northern Syrian city of Aleppo.  I tried unsuccessfully at first to place it with an US publication. In the wake of the September 11, 2001 attacks, US … Continue reading

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Baked Apples for Thanksgiving

Note: I had posted this recipe earlier.  Several readers asked that I re-post it with a picture which shows the actual dessert in all its majesty.  I have included general, rule-of-thumb sort of measurements because there is nothing to measure … Continue reading

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Rx for the common cold: Lemon-egg chicken soup

This soup is the mother of all chicken soups.  On a late November evening, in the throes of a cold or anticipating one, you can rely it to bring you back to life. Nothing takes the place of this creamy, … Continue reading

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White bean Plaki (as in plucky)

First, the name: Is plaki a stew with fish or meat, or is it, as my grandmother used the word, the white bean stew that, over the years, she developed to something near-perfection?  My friends I. and T., both of … Continue reading

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Rx for the two of us…

For my mother, Anahid, who died on November 4, 2005 in Amman, Jordan–these words, written in her rebellious, intelligent, quirky spirit. Fragment from my mother’s scarabé embroidery Here’s the scene. You’re gathered around a festive dining table. There’s a marvelous … Continue reading

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Baked apples of autumn

Our autumn has finally arrived, the wind crisp and biting, the soil saturated with the rains that only a few days ago seemed interminable, but most of all the colors exploding in burnt orange and red, awakening the senses one … Continue reading

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Breaking Bread: After Earl, one last ratatouille

It is a stunningly beautiful day today in Boston.  The Earl rains have stopped; the air is clear; there’s an energetic and energizing wind that makes the walnut tree outside the window of my study sway and bend this way … Continue reading

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At my local farmers’ market…

Of all the suburbs of Boston, Belmont seems to me one of the most sedate.  We have no bookstore, no public square where you can go sit around and talk to strangers, not a very well-stocked main public library, and … Continue reading

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Breaking Bread: Roasted Chicken

Many years ago, on a trip to Paris, we spent New Year’s Eve with friends who lived on Rue St. Martin, close to the canal. Their fourth floor apartment overlooked an empty space of trees and grass and benches, a … Continue reading

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