I have been battling homesickness recently, and since I am done with all the birthday party crafting and distractions, I find myself going back to that unpleasant dark place.
Back when we ( meaning me and the American husband) lived in Egypt, I used to come home to stacks of Kraft mac ‘n’ cheese, and boxes at-a-time of chips A’hoy chocolate chips cookies( btw– these imported products at the time were not easily available, and came at a very high price.) I didn’t understand the need for ones comfort food in a foreign place until I came to this country. ( The funny thing is: shortly after we settled in our new place here, Me and the significant other went grocery shopping I was so excited to find tons of Kraft mac n cheese and chips A’hoy cookies. I enthusiastically pointed them out to my husband, and he stuck his finger in his mouth mocking a gagging expression:” Junk!” he remarked. I was left baffled, but didn’t utter another word.)

The first three months, I must say were the most challenging. After the excitement of all the sight-seeing, and finding/furnishing a new place– I found myself left with strangeness all around. All this and I am very comfortable with the language ( I was raised speaking English in my household, and went to English speaking schools taught by American teachers, plus I visited the west before and even lived abroad* in an arab country though* for a while) to the extent that people will stand in-front of me trying to figure out which part of the U.S I’m from. I wonder about less fortunate people, like refugees– forced to leave their loved homes to strange countries, where they neither speak the language nor understand the culture.

Four years later, I still get the homesickness attack– especially after not visiting Egypt for over two years now. Don’t get me wrong– I am very happy and comfortable living in the U.S ( All praise to God), and when people ask me if I would consider going back, I find it hard to imagine. I have grown used to how things work here, the order, traffic rules (especially!), the way people engage with one another, for example: I used to think all sales people are fake. Putting on their fake smiles and formal voices while helping me find what I needed ( I no longer think that, I find it very polite and refreshing to have someone smile in your face and act professional.)

All this and till this very day, I stop in the middle of my tracks and wonder. ” what the… where in the world am I? who are these people? why do these building look like this? the streets? the language? where did all the normal looking things go?” Then I snap back into reality… right, has it been almost four years already!
I got side-tracked as usual.
what I am trying to say is comfort food is a good thing. It helps the lone lonely “home-sickly” loner to port into a familiar zone, with familiar things ( albeit just for the pallet, yet still)
So be it Kraft Mac n Cheese and Chips A’hoy boxes, or luckily in my case Egyptian food doesn’t depend on the junk food so much. On the contrary, it likes to lend itself to the labor intensive kind.

So recently I have been making and feeding myself first and my family second, all things Egyptian. The other day I made “Qulqas” which translate to taro-roots, and I shamefully admit that It was indeed my first time making it– it was everything I wanted to taste. A little bite of earth, with a lot of garlic mixed in broth, topped over Egyptian short grain white rice, mixed with “she’riah” or the kind of short noodles Americans use for chicken noodle soup.

This particular dish is not at all labor intensive, which was a plus.
Stay tuned for a recipe of my national food– “FUL” or cooked Egyptian style fava beans, tweaked by either my mom or dad ( they argue over this recipe’s credit till this very day. This should tell you something, really!)
Yesterday was the solstice everyone! The longest darkest night of the year. Glad this is behind us now. See there is hope yet, plus lets spread those prayer times a little, eh?
Peace.
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