For the last year, I’ve been working with the International Institute of Buffalo,whose mission is twofold: to provide critical services to refugees and immigrants and promote global understanding and connections in Western New York, on creating a map of restaurants in the city. At first, we were creating a map of restaurants started by those emigres/immigrants with connections to The Institute. But then, the list of international food providers and restaurants serving foods from many different cultures grew to be even more inclusive. Continue reading “A new twist on locative gastronomy”
In Islam, it is haram to take pictures of people without their permission. Ideologically, it is tied to frivolous or indulgent pursuits and should not be displayed. So you could take a picture of a significant event to preserve the memory, but it should not be displayed on the wall for others to see. I had to shoot this over the shoulder of another person, because of the people I was with, we were split as to whether or not it was taboo to take a picture of a priest. (Hijab to Wimple to Clerical Collar?) But we could find no reference to anything saying a priest should not have his photo taken, nor a nun for that matter. As a side note, I learned a solid life lesson – don’t google taboo and nun, it’s really disturbing.
If you’re ever on the Ionian Sea coast in Sicily, somewhere between Giarre and Taormina, stop at Ristorante Mare Kambo.
The staff there had lots of fun with my very crude Italian. Basically, as I sat at a table after the lunch rush, they would come by, drop the food off and hang out until I had the pronunciation of each dish correct. Plus the food was fabulous, and fresh. How fresh? Keep scrolling you’ll see. Continue reading “Il Cuoco Grosse”
Most of the time, company can be a good thing, but occasionally it is just as nice to be by oneself. Some signs you might need a self-date are: an incredible need to decompress, have the time to finish just one crossword, ideally with a glass of wine by your hand, or you may just happen to be in a completely new country where you know no one else. Provided, in the latter that it is safe to go out, do so. It is the best way to experience a country and get to know people.
I had narrowed my Istanbul self-date down to two choices. Dukkan, a steakhouse I covered in 2008 and which was started by Defne Koryürek and Emre Mermer, two Istanbulites who are local food advocates. Their premise for a restaurant multiple reviewers have called “Carnivore Heaven” was to instill pride in a national cuisine. Until 2007, the top two cuisines represented in Istanbul were Chinese and Italian, catering to the many businessmen who came through the city. Continue reading “The Art of the Self Date”
During a trip to Carrefour we picked up the makings of Koshari, a traditional Egyptian national recipe that is delicious. The dish consists of onion, lentils, noodles or macaroni, garlic, rice, chickpeas and macaroni, with vinegar, tomato paste and red peppers plus seasonings. It is then garnished with fried onion. It’s basically vegan, and vegetarian, but not quite gluten free (a recipe is included below.)
Cooking was a young mother of 3 and 3/5th children (she’s due in August) who has lived in Cairo all her life. “Only Cairo,” she said with a smile. A slight, attractive woman, she is Muslim, and wears a hijab in the al-amira style – a covering made of two separate pieces, one close fitting layer over the skull and then a looser outer layer. On the wearer, the neck is covered. She travels with it on, and because there are mostly just women and children in the house, she takes it off when she gets here. She was assisted by the housekeeper, who is Filipino, but moved to Egypt 24 years ago when she married her Egyptian husband and converted to Islam. She does not wear a hijab, but dresses very decorously, even in the heat.
Koshari may seem like a recipe for all the leftovers in the kitchen, but it takes a while to make all the possible sauces and cook everything, which gave me time to talk to these two ladies about the women I had seen in niqab. In Egypt, this term covers what we would call a burqa – either with the netting over the eyes or without. When I said the word “burqa” neither woman knew what I was saying (and it can’t all be my bad accent.) I am curious as to what life most look like from the inside of one of those things; especially as today (the 11th of April) was the first day of enforcement of France’s ban on the burqa.
Both women were fairly adamant that they would never wear a nijab, and both were slightly dismissive of the women who do so (either by choice or cultural dictates to which they are subjected.) “If you wear the niqab,” says the native Egyptian “you should pray 5 times a day and memorize the Qur’an. Some women just wear it for comfort.” The housekeeper, settling in for a good gossip, then told me, “There are criminals in the city who dress in the niqab. They beg, and look pitiful . . . and then they rob you. Be careful of these.”
The women had strong negative responses to the garment, even though both were devout Muslims. This really interested me, and I pressed a little further as chicken was dipped in flour, an egg mixture of milk, salt and black pepper and then breadcrumbs before before being tossed into a skillet of boiling oil (presumably to offset all the healthy benefits of the koshari.) It seemed that while a hijab was modest, and kept men from “flirting” with them , the niqab was a false modesty. One mentioned that to her mother-in-law, if she were to wear a short shirt (the type that goes to the waist of pants or slightly beyond) she would be immodest. Her mother-in-law would like all of her shirts to hit her knees. While she feels this is excessive, to her there was difference between the “modesty” of the hijab (even with her shortish shirts that only go below her hips) and the “comfort” of the women who totally covered themselves up – implying false modesty.
But when I pushed further, to ask what either thought about this “comfort”, they both shied away and started to talk about men flirting. “Like anything, some of the women who wear a niqab are good, some not.”
Lucy (the same person who was my guide on the first Art excursion) and who is also married to an Egyptian, mentioned that a friend, who had experience inside and out of a niqab, felt most objectified when she was inside. She felt she instantly became an inhuman object, almost the forbidden fruit. I realized that’s in essence what I had been doing to women in this garment as well. They were faceless things who took up a lot of the side walk, but not someone who would be greeted with a Sabbah el khier (sp?) as would a woman in a hijab.
Recipe for Koshari, from EgyptianRecipes.net
– 2 large chopped onions
– 4 cloves of minced garlic
– ¾ cup vegetable oil
– ¾ cup uncooked long grain rice
– ¼ tsp red pepper
– 1 tsp cumin
– 1 can of tomato sauce
– ¾ cup brown lentils
– 4 cups water
– 1 cup elbow macaroni
– ½ cup white vinegar
– 1 cup of boiled chickpeas
1- In a large saucepan, put the lentils in water and bring it to a boil.
2- Simmer over medium heat for 25 minutes then drain.
3- Add new water to the lentils and then add the rice.
4- Continue to simmer for 20 minutes more or until rice gets tender.
5- Fill a separate saucepan with water, add a little bit of salt and bring to a boil.
6- Add the macaroni to the boiling water and cook until it gets tender, then drain.
7- In a skillet, put some of the vegetable oil and heat it up then add the garlic and simmer until its color starts fading.
8- Add the vinegar to garlic and bring it to boil.
9- After the vinegar boils with garlic, add the tomato sauce and some salt and pepper to taste, then add the cumin. Bring the mix to boil on high heat, then lower heat after it boils.
10- Put the rest of the oil, should be plenty, in another skillet and heat it up, then add the chopped onions and stir until it is brownish. Take it out of the oil and leave it aside.
11- Take a little bit of the oil used with the onions and out it on the macaroni and stir it until the macaroni gets the onions flavor.
To serve this dish, you can put it in layers, like the Egyptians do, or just mix it all together. But if you would like to do it all the Egyptian way, here is how to do so.
1st: Put a layer of rice and lentils.
2nd: A layer of macaroni.
3rd: A layer of the special sauce.
4th: A layer of the boiled chickpeas.
5th: A layer of fried onions.