Welcome to the world of spices, but first do you still remember the tale that is as old as time? The school taught Greek myth about Adonis? Do you still remember who Adonis was?
As I was emptying the Adonis salt jar, I thought to myself of how I never understood the myth of the death and resurrection of Adonis. All I remember from the whole myth is the love story and how Beirut was named after the daughter of Adonis and Aphrodite, Beroe.
As much as I love cooking, as much as Aphrodite loved Adonis. But Adonis was attacked by a boar and began bleeding in the hands of Aphrodite, who poured her magical nectar on his wounds. Adonis' blood blended with the nectar and flowed into the soil where a flower sprouted. The flower's scent the same as Aphrodite's nectar, its color as Adonis' blood. It is the Anemone flower.
Adonis blood reached the "Adonis River", which is currently known as Nahr Ibraheem, Nahr (river) Ibraheem (Abraham), which is located in Afqa, a beautiful Lebanese village.
One day, I would share the beauty of Afqa, its wonders, its people, its saj bread.
With this inspiration in mind, I got inspired to work in my kitchen.
Typically, I love to spend time in my kitchen not necessarily cooking but re-arranging, changing, and creating. Today, I spent some of my fasting time working on my cabinet of spices to add a little personal touch to it, a little style.
Wherever I travel to, I find myself wondering around food fairs, markets, and open souqs. I like to choose the Adonis valley salt for my fish from Beirut, the chicken seasoning from Istanbul, and the rose petals with the mystic for my dessert from Vienna.
The cabinet looks fabulous, neat, and elegant. Nothing is missing except the sumac that I use for Fattouch on a regular daily basis. All done with a pinch of space and a drizzle of order, my world is complete!!!