I‘m afraid this is another memory of how I have been a captive of my sweet tooth from as early as I can remember.  For all its noise and chaos, Beirut has always been a temptress to those who are weak when it comes to syrupy, sugary indulgence. I remember just as the war was starting in the mid 1970s, my hardworking and hard-pressed parents used to deposit my sister and me during the school holidays with my formidable grandma […]

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