Welcome to Beirut

Next to a stand with neatly packaged kale chips and gluten-free vegetable crackers there's an older lady selling jars of bright pink pickled turnips in jars. There's an upscale fishmonger right next to a couple serving delicious foul (stewed beans usually eaten for breakfast). As I walk between the stalls the sellers smile and say "Bonjour" in French and then beckon "Fadeleh" which means 'come in' in Arabic. The produce grown up in the mountains and hills surrounding Beirut looks amazing I find myself aching to get back into my kitchen, planning menus in my head using what is available.
Soon I'll be back in business (I hope). We've rented an apartment with views over the city and a kitchen even bigger than the one we had in Amman so that I can continue catering. Until then, as they come, I'll share my foodie adventures with you.
