So, my stepaunt stopped by this evening and brought us some Lebanese food she picked up at a place called The Daily Bread in the HEART of Miami.
While quite different from what I’ve had in Lebanon (I think I can safely say I know what Lebanese food is supposed to taste like!)..it was nice to have some kibbeh, hummus, tabouli, and grapeleaves after a month of only American fare.
Oh, did I ever mention that my stepfamily is Palestinian? That’s why my stepaunt was buying this food in the first place..
Yep, both of my stepfather’s parents were born in Nazareth. They then emigrated to Cuba seeking better opportunity in 1908..and stayed there for some 60 or so years before emigrating again to Michigan when Fidel Castro became too much to bear. After about 10 years in Michigan they were fed up of the cold,,and decided to head south towards Miami! ..and here they are today. The Farah Family. From Palestine, to Cuba, to Michigan, to Florida. Interesting huh?
When I think about it, between my step family, and my backwards Arabic tattoo, I had quite a few Arab influences in my life before deciding to move to Lebanon..😉