from oscar wilde

[nibot]

I'm sitting on the couch in the livingroom (there's wireless network access here now, and it works like magic). I'm drinking yummy black coffee made from ground espresso with cardamom and sugar. Kenny, JennyJoe, Alex, and another guy are playing bridge at a small table right in front of me. Diane is watching Kenny's game. A visitor is playing the piano, while Rebekah sings and Sun plays a trombone (sometimes switching to a trumpet). Another guy's at the house computer that we set up last semester. In the kitchen Tasha just hacked open a white coconut ("in my country, these grow on the sidewalk," she explained).

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[shamster.livejournal.com]

Drinking hell ("snicker snicker") is something that's popped out of my Israeli memories. Cardamom (sp?) is also found in some indian foods too, if I'm not mistaken.

There's an even greater spice that the Druze in Israel would use with their "druzi pitas". They call it 'Zattar'. You take one of the super large, thin druzi pitas and spread labaneh on it and then sprinkle the zattar all over. I'd be surprised if it wasn't something your tour-guides would have fed you.

[nibot.livejournal.com]

Ah yes.. that was one of our staples. On our way out for each of our hiking expeditions, we'd stop at some random bakery and buy a huge bag of pitabreads, and somewhere we'd buy a huge tub of hummus, and somewhere we'd buy a big thing of Zattar, and then we'd put it all together and eat it. yumminess.