Samak
posted by Fouad at 12:04 AM
Welcome to My Lebanese Dream
When all is far, and all is empty, I set sail and dock on a familiar shore, somewhere in my imagination
When all is far, and all is empty, I set sail and dock on a familiar shore, somewhere in my imagination
5 Comments:
lol, I don't think I could buy fish from a cart, especially where there appears to be large rubbish bins only 2m away! :| hehehe Hygiene always gets the better of me.. :)
sorry forgot to sign that comment, that was me :)
Pamela
Well Pamela, you can always wash them. ;)
"taza ya samak..."
This photograph reminded me of my late grandfather.
A vendor used to push his cart along the street of my grandfather's apartment in Beirut, crying "Issamak! Issamak! Issamak!"
If you say it quickly & out loud, you can understand why my grandad used to feel insulted every time and shout back at him from the balcony...
issamakissamakissamak.. hahahaha :)
And Pamela, Just fry the fish. Heat kills everything! :)
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