Saturday, February 26, 2011

el-akel el-urduuneeea

The other day we was hangin' out and talkin' about what the best thing about our staying in Amman was. Leila turned to me and asked me about what i though it was. After some thinking I said it was the food. There's a certain degree that that says something about the language barrier stifling social interactions and stuff. But. It is really more of a statement on the food.

The food
was amazing. We'll start with breakfast.

Well it seems I have no pictures of actual breakfasts. But there has been a few times when the whole group's gone to Bruce's. We sit around and we talk, and we make and eat PANCAKES. That's a lot like breakfast.

Every sit down meal is served with tea. And even some non-sit down meals. And with non-meals. And if you look hungry. And if you sneeze. Or if someone else sneezes.
They like tea a lot.

We go to coffee station a lot. They serve lazy cake, which is one of the pillars of Jordanian cusine, meine meinung nach. But they have also got some of the most gorgeous hot chocolate in the middle east.

One day in Madaba we were sitting around talking about how good pizza sounded. We stumbled about until we found "Mystic Pizza" and Kranz suddenly appeared with this in his hands.

And when you're really craving American food?

That's when you go to the Chili House. In Madaba we met with the Father whose family owns the chain. Chili House. Om. Nom.

In Madaba we met with some folk who Leila had been a counselor for. They led us to a restaurant one of their friend's dad owned. Shish-kebap and free desert.

Also the restaurant had a tent for a roof.

And then there's the Ghada food. It is delicious, but a lot of idiosyncrasies. For instance, Lasagna looks like this.

There are ridiculously complex dishes that are full of delicious. Like Cabbage stuffed with lemony rice and meat

Okay, this may have been the best meal ever. Beefy Arabic macaroni. Peppers and Eggplants stuffed with rice, tomato sauce, beef, and spices. Spiced lamb cutlet. Spiced xubaz.

Lentil soup served over rice. Sounds pathetically plain. Spice it like Mama Ghada, and OH MY GOD

This is an old favorite: carrots, beef, peas, and tomato sauce over rice.

Erm, I have no idea what this was. Besides delicious.

Kranz devours the last bit of a chicken and onion sandwich, the most delicious Palestinian dish yet. Muqlabbeh is its name, I think.

Closeup of the stuffed pepper thing.

I am moderately sure that was lamb?

Arabs like popcorn, and so does Bruce.

It was Simon's birthday last week, and a brownie-and-jelly cake was delicious

A few days before we had the super-secret-cupid gift exchange. Bruce got Recees under a foot and half of scotch tape, courtesy of Kranz

We went to Laith Shuubilat's house early on.

He served us a syrian dessert of some sort. coated with sugar, pistachios, sugar, cheese, sugar, and a simple sugar-syrup. De-licious.

Anna squeezed banana paste into Tyler's mouth because we couldn't get the DVD player to work.

Eric keeps it real, and Anna keeps it real-er.
With brownies.

Simon's other birthday party, left to right are Abeer, my host ma Ghada, Simon and Kranz.

This is the most important part of the City. This is Reem. They make shawaarma there. Fatty lamb meat, peppers, onions, and special sauce. All wrapped in pita like a burrito. The best part of Amman.

It is the sort of food that you walk a mile through the rain for. De-licious.

That's it for this post. Nexy time, a crazy story of awesome happenings, WWII, and pancakes.

Now here is a picture of my roomie Simon and a rooster, because I like it.

1 comment:

  1. Oy. You should get Ghada to teach you how to make some of this, and then make it for us come June. Or at least get a recipe written out.