So.  I’ve been living in England for what is half my life now.  But I wouldn’t call myself British.  I am not going to start putting up recipes for Sunday roasts or a full English here.  When the latest horrors happened in Paris, at least one of my friends seemed to get the wrong end of the stick and started posting on Facebook: Je Suis Lebanese.  I don’t think that made sense in any way.  But I guess it felt […]

Categories: Lebanese recipes, memory and culture • Tags: Beirut, family name, personal identity