i’m so grateful to have found this cookbook in the wreckage of what used to be my home:
this book was a gift from my syrian grandmother to my irish/polish mother when she married my daddy.
grandma knew that mom was a great cook, but to really make dad’s dinner table complete, she’d have to learn how to cook the syrian food which he exclusively ate growing up.
and learn she did!
and she taught…me!
i rejoice in that fact and in the finding of this cookbook. i’ve long considered that fact a merciful miracle-as the only thing left after a tornado leveled our home was a few items to prove that our family actually existed and was not…well….a figment of my imagination.
here’s what the cookbook looks like on the inside
tattered, torn-but yet it has everything i need to carry forth our traditions.
i read this heading from the bbc news today:
“syria crisis: a syrian fighter plane fires a rocket during an air strike in the village of tel rafat, north of aleppo”
now, in honestly, i don’t really know all the in’s and out’s of the civil war in syria. but i do know-my grandma’s home is now being blow to bits, just like my home was. i know that right now, there are children dying and mothers wailing. and i also know that the world seems to be only marginally interested and i care about that.
when i found this cookbook in the wreckage i clearing heard the voice of my mother say, “this is how you will keep us alive. cook the foods. set the table. and when you do, tell the stories of who we were.”
mom, i’m doing it.
this is last nights dinner for syria
lord, i pray for peace. lord, i beg you for peace-provision-compassion and intervention. merciful father god,we are desperate for you.
thank you for food, family and healing in jesus name amen.
peace lord. in the very mighty name of the prince of peace-jesus-you’ve shown up in this neighborhood before-will you today?