Category Archives: Breaking Bread

…feast of simple dishes from the Middle East region

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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French 1: The Joys of Rote

My friend C.M. is a poet, a translator, and a teacher.  He is also a very good cook whose offerings are as delectable as they are visually pleasurable.  He spends a lot of time preparing his dinners.  From the shopping … Continue reading

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