Just had my first Janerik of the season. Massis Market, Watertown, MA. No Akidinyé yet for this bugger. Two weeks ago it was Loz Akhdar, dipped in kosher salt, washed down with a nutty Almaza. Also from Massis. 25 years in exile, and still no Lebanon in sight on the horizon for me. Maybe this is Lebanon; my weekly trips from Andover to Watertown, and the ocean spray from Boston harbor tickling my nostrils. "Le parfum du bonheur" as Desirée Aziz called it :)
ooooooh, so here you aaare, strange fruit!! I've been searching for u! I used to pick these when I was a child with my friends. there was a tree in a garden on my way home from school (it was like, a little public one). where I grew, it was called "biwa". But it was not popular in Egypt at all, could never figure the name.
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ya raytneh akidinyeyeh :)
Just had my first Janerik of the season. Massis Market, Watertown, MA. No Akidinyé yet for this bugger.
Two weeks ago it was Loz Akhdar, dipped in kosher salt, washed down with a nutty Almaza. Also from Massis.
25 years in exile, and still no Lebanon in sight on the horizon for me. Maybe this is Lebanon; my weekly trips from Andover to Watertown, and the ocean spray from Boston harbor tickling my nostrils. "Le parfum du bonheur" as Desirée Aziz called it :)
akki dinya....yeay...i miss it....more than 3 years not having it...:(
Used to have an American neighbor who had such a tree in his garden.
Over 2O years, he had it, never knew the akkis were edible. Surprise!!
anonymous, behave wlee...
you have a garden on Hamra Street! that must be nice.
anonymous is getting back?
where is your house in hamra fouad?
My grandfather had a fig tree planted in his mountain home's back garden. Every summer he would pick the fruit and serve them up in a big ice bowl.
I never had the heart to tell him they never tasted as sweet as the ones you buy from the store.
(Not insinuating anything)
ooooooh, so here you aaare, strange fruit!! I've been searching for u!
I used to pick these when I was a child with my friends. there was a tree in a garden on my way home from school (it was like, a little public one). where I grew, it was called "biwa". But it was not popular in Egypt at all, could never figure the name.
by the way, ur blog is so nice :))
I can taste them.
Sitting with my grandmother on a lazy Sunday afternoon. (I miss you teta)
She's gone.
I'm here, not there.
But I can taste them.
Sitting with my grandmother on a lazy afternoon.
yum! please email me some!
When you e-mail them, please attach that tiny sour one to the right.
Lebanon has got to be mor than that EL
Hashem ma7room :)
Why am I not surprised JW :)
It's great ghassan. It's not great to be far from it though
My house is on commodore street mirvat. Just before the hotel.
Ramzi, our akidinyas taste like heaven :) but we do have a fig tree and those figs are totally tasteless :)
Glad you learned something Ghada. Come back.
That's beautiful perpetualrefugee..
Welcome back LC. Email on its way to you and to mar too :)
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