I was blessed with a wonderful, wonderful childhood with my wonderful, wonderful parents, may God rest their souls in peace and mercy. Sometimes, or actually many times, a certain food conjures memories I would otherwise have completely forgotten.
This simple open-faced toastie flooded me like a tidal wave with memories of family breakfasts on week-end mornings. It is nothing more than a slice of toast, a slice of cheese, thin slices of tomato, and a sprinkling of zaatar, placed under the broiler until golden and bubbly. Toast, cheese, tomato, zaatar. But for me, it was our laughter and banter around the breakfast table and safe, comforting, irreplaceable presence of my parents.
صحة و عافية