In my travels I've had the opportunity to savor all kinds of delicacies, but like everyone else I do have my favorites. Among which Lebanese, Arabic, Middle Eastern or whatever whatchamacallit... takes a privileged position in my ranking palate.
Yesterday I was in the mood for some good braised lamb, with a side of roasted eggplant and red peppers, and caramelized onions to pour on top of the meat... Then I thought, and since I was preparing a bigger amount than usual, cold lamb sandwiches with sliced apples would make a perfect treat for next day's beach outing! But as we all know, sandwiches main ingredient is bread, right? Since these were not to be ordinary sandwiches, the only suitable bread would be Pita bread!
I walked my neighborhood up and down. For more than two hours I visited every little shop that could remotely be connected with food... with no luck, I may add.
Until that day, the majority never even heard of Pita bread! And I gotta tell you, it was a big surprise to me! Barcelona is full of Arabs, they come from every Arab speaking country there is! Yet, no Pita bread... anywhere!
Finally some light was thrown at my quest! Mohamed, the butcher from who I bought the lamb, told me to go into that small Moroccan cafeteria across Plaza de Espana... He said "tell the owner I sent you" to see if he could sell me some Pita from the restaurant's own stock.
Mohamed saved my feast, indeed! The owner of the Moroccan cafeteria was really nice about it, and even offered to order me half a box of the bread in question the next time he does an order for himself. So far so good!
Now, there's another thing I needed to comment on. When I approached the Moroccan place, I noticed the tables outside. Neatly placed under umbrellas, invitingly set to enjoy the long summer days "al fresco" and filled to capacity with Middle Eastern looking fellas... Walking through them to get inside the restaurant was a hard thing to do. I still am missing a few buttons of my dress, and that is how fast they leered me naked!
Therefore, I couldn't help thinking what kind of burka will they like to see me with... Until I found the right one, browse shopping online...
Made out of karakul, is one of the finest in its kind, and the perfect example for how I felt while buying Pita bread from a Moroccan place!
1 comment:
Really funny, really liked it
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