Sharon, a good friend, brought us these lovely looking Syrian sweets last week. She just came back from an Arab-Israeli gathering, held in Jordan, where they discussed some regional ecology issues, especially water issues.
A few days back, I told Sharon about a high-school student who contacted me recently, and asked if she could conduct a survey among the readers of my Hebrew Hummus Blog. She’s making a film about hummus places and their role as places where Arabs and Israelis meet. She wanted to ask my readers if they think hummus is helping use in getiing closer.
The guys in the convention, mostly academicians like Sharon, thought that writing a blog about hummus is a funny idea. And they were especially emmused with the idea of hummus as a peacemaker, Sharon says.
I wonder if they would still laughing if I could take them to Abu Hassan in Jaffa, or to Said in Acre, places where – like in their convention – people gather around tables with all seriousness, dealing with issues of great importance.
The Syrian sweets were good, although probably not as good as the freshly made baklava served in Damascus, were some pretty good hummus places are said to be.
That’s what I usually have as desert anyway, when eating in Arab hummus places. And I should tell you: there’s nothing like that “high”. The euphoric peace-of-mind you experience when you are full with good hummus, drinking black coffee and eating these sweets (whether it is baklava, malabi, burma or katayef – all of which I will write about, and give you recipes on future posts).
So yes, it’s sad how in this point in time we only get to communicate through cellophane wrapped candies. One day, hopefully in my time, it would be different.
BUT, as I already stated before: it’s common knowledge that people will go a long way for their beloved hummus. Adding the desert thing to that, I think there’s great potential here.