the great regrets I had in life was when I went to Beirut
and didn’t go to the Tawlet
Souk el Tayeb, a culinary project supporting local
farmers, cooks, and producers. There’s also a weekly farmers’ market,
classes and meals.
my schedule was so packed on my trip, as much as I tried, I didn’t make
it. A few years later – as in, this week, Kamal Mouzawak, the founder
of the Souk el Tayeb, brought the cooks from Beirut to Paris. So I was
anxious to go and cleared a patch in my schedule. (Although I wouldn’t
mind going back to Beirut!)
early to check out what was happening in the kitchen, where the women
were bustling around, preparing food for dinner. I noticed a big
platter of pickled
turnips, ready to go between pita breads for the homemade
falafels they were frying up, which was a good sign. They weren’t the
store-bought ones, but homemade.