
So, morning breakfast: manoushi, labne (a dip made from yogurt), Lebanese olives, a small plate of tomatoes, last night's steamed asparagus, and cucumber, and like every morning, a mug of fairtrade organic coffee. Currently, I am drinking some Guatemalan dark roast Peace Coffee that son #2 brought back from the co-op in Duluth. And, like an old-style Finnish Canadian, I have that with cream.
My manoushi pies are simple. Za'atar mixed with a bit of olive oil, throw on a few pine nuts. Bake in a hot oven, lower rack. Of course, the za'atar you use makes the utmost difference. There is za'atar and then there is za'atar. One of my favorite blogs, Land and People, has a 2 part section on understanding this delicious and healing ....wonder food. Manoushi is aka mana'eesh or manoucheh or simply, za'atar pies.
Like a trout story, everyone has a za'atar story. My daughter related hers as I sipped coffee and dipped an edge that I had torn off my manoushi into the labne. Popped an olive in my mouth.
We went up to the mountains with Ziad, she said. Mom, we had the best-ever za'atar pies in the village. Fresh out of the oven.

...if you are in town, try and catch tonight's NOSFA film: Caramel, a Lebanese/French film set in a beauty salon in Lebanon...
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