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so that great bargain on fuul got me a-pining for some Middle Eastern dining. I promise that I wrote that without meaning to rhyme, but it is funny so I am leaving it.
We enjoyed appetizers of grapeleaves, avacado, hummus, cucumber and dill yogurt dip, all with pita before we brought out the seasoned fuul and traditional kosheri. There were also final touches of mango juice, guava juice, and of course that pun-inspiring pistachio helva.
So, with Cheb Mami singing in the background, and cushions spread on the ground, we were all set for a Middle Eastern dinner party. The centerpiece is the decorative nargila pipe that my friend David (the male in the picture) brought me from his trip to Turkey last month.
I am grateful for an awesome Middle Eastern gorcery store on the street where I live, run by some nice Syrians. I know that some of you have gotten together and done stuff like this, but it was the first time I had organized a Middle Eastern food event, and I was proud of its success.
Okay, and I'll stop teasing you now, and tell you what you really want to know. Yes, I am totally telling the truth. He is English. I met him in Italy. And his name is Peter.
We enjoyed appetizers of grapeleaves, avacado, hummus, cucumber and dill yogurt dip, all with pita before we brought out the seasoned fuul and traditional kosheri. There were also final touches of mango juice, guava juice, and of course that pun-inspiring pistachio helva.
So, with Cheb Mami singing in the background, and cushions spread on the ground, we were all set for a Middle Eastern dinner party. The centerpiece is the decorative nargila pipe that my friend David (the male in the picture) brought me from his trip to Turkey last month.
I am grateful for an awesome Middle Eastern gorcery store on the street where I live, run by some nice Syrians. I know that some of you have gotten together and done stuff like this, but it was the first time I had organized a Middle Eastern food event, and I was proud of its success.
Okay, and I'll stop teasing you now, and tell you what you really want to know. Yes, I am totally telling the truth. He is English. I met him in Italy. And his name is Peter.
posted by Chels at ١:٥٣ ص
3 Comments:
okay... "telling" us about your english man usually consists of more than his name and citizenship!
cmon chels.. is he good enough for you?? charming, funny, good looking? the works. lay it out. pictures would be an added bonus too. :)
I second that emotion skitz.
Umm that really was quite the feast you laid out. You went all out. Go big or go home. Really impressed. You must of spent hours in the kitchen. I bet there mighta been some screaming.
Chels, if you're really not kidding, Chris is going to harrass your life forever. :-P But yes, do tell more. The feast looks awesome. Maybe we can get some falafel in Philly when you come here next month.
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