Annia took her passions: reporting and food and integrated them into a novel that provides readers with an vivid outlook upon the political wars of the Middle East and its camaraderie of food that would engage the soul. Everyone ran red lights during the days after the attacks. This young woman is willing to try anything as long as it's food and especially if it's new to her. Scanlon was an immigrant herself, from Ireland, and no doubt with terrorism-related memories of her own. But readers are always interested in the little details that make up the fabric of everyday life: What do people look like? We get to know people like Roaa, a young Kurdish woman whose world shrinks under occupation to her own kitchen walls; Abu Rifaat, a Baghdad book lover who spends his days eavesdropping in the ancient city's legendary cafes; and the unforgettable Umm Hassane, Ciezadlo's sardonic Lebanese mother-in-law, who teaches her to cook rare family recipes included in a mouthwatering appendix of Middle Eastern comfort food. From forbidden Baghdad book clubs to the oldest recipes in the world, Ciezadlo takes us inside the Middle East at a historic moment when hope and fear collide.
Grape leaves are a narrative dish: each ingredient speaks as the package unfolds, containing multitudes, little edible matryoshka dolls. He never talked about himself and seldom ventured an opinion. Then, it too reverts to warfare. The author presents herself in some ways as an aggressive,talkative extrovert but her writing is understated and reflective in ways that I appreciate. His voice was casual, and unexpectedly gentle, as if we had backed up and rewound the whole conversation to the beginning. He thought about it for a block or two before he spoke.
One of the simplest is with food. Making and sharing food are essential to maintaining the rhythms of everyday life. Her observations are delightful—witty, intelligent and nonjudgmental. At one point in the book, Ciezadlo makes dinner for her husband and refugee guests while a sniper takes shots from their apartment roof. The retellings of the Gilgamesh tales on pages 69—70 and 150—151 draw on both the Standard Version and the Old Babylonian tablets.
I cook because I am always, always hungry. Soon they were both in Iraq, Mohamad reporting and Annia working as a freelance writer. In any event, I blame the grape leaves. Does Umm Hassane remind you of anyone you know? What I loved about this book is the way it is about everyday people's lives in the midst of a conflict--how they create normalcy through cooking and sharing meals. I thoroughly enjoyed myself reading this book.
This book looks at the conflict in Baghdad and Beirut in the past five years through the lens of local cuisine and community. As bombs destroy her new familys ancestral home and militias invade her Beirut neighborhood, Ciezadlo illuminates the human cost of war with an extraordinary ability to anchor the rhythms of daily life in a larger political and historical context. War is part of our ongoing struggle to get food—most wars are over resources, after all, even when the parties pretend otherwise. Stuffed grape leaves, fatoush, falafel, cucumber salad, batata wa bayd mfarakeh chicken soup and so many others that she ate in restaurants and friends' homes became comforts to her, and she also learned to cook them while cooped up in a very small hotel room with a double-burner hotplate as her only means of cooking. Try to act like you and me. Discuss the theme of hospitality in Day of Honey.
Baghdad Iraq —Social life and customs. Perhaps it is because the life of the author is the one I believed I was destined to have at one time in my life. This is a wonderful novel to read. Unforgettable characters populate the text, but the real hero is food--the endlessly subtle and delicious Mediterranean Levantine cuisine--crops up repeatedly to save the day and salve the soul. It allows us to reach out to others, because cooking and eating are often communal activities. But introducing the Sunni-Shiite divide seemed a little ambitious in this case.
Perhaps you have to be a little distracted, so that the leaves come out different sizes and cook in different times. I combat stacks of bills, clogged toilets, kids who balk about excess chores, dying oak trees that threaten to fall on the house, unresolved feelings for my ex-husband, and sharp mood swings related to perimenopause. It could be life threatening effort to try changing a society manipulated by war thugs and fanatic leaders, but at least you can hope that when the war is over you do not forget how to broke bread around the dinner table. This ambitious and multilayered book is as much a feast for the mind as for the heart. People would say one thing when you first met them.
The few cars ghosting down the empty avenue ignored them. The best sign that the book truly gets to the heart of her subjects is that Ciezadlo breaks bread with everyone she meets. Sasahara Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data Ciezadlo, Annia. Discuss the early years of Annia and Mohamad's marriage. Day of Honey is her memoir of the hunger for food and friendship—a communion that feeds the soul as much as the body in times of war. This memoir is like being with a friend on a crowded New York City subway: she tells the story loudly over the clatter of wheels and we and everyone else are riveted to her startlingly vivid tale: love, war, revenge, and mothers-in-law. They got us talking; they instigated our travels—across the Boulevard of Death, to Turkey, on to Afghanistan, and ultimately to Baghdad and Beirut.
If there is any better commendation for the 2016 Goodreads Read Harder Challenge, it's that it found me this book. Food plays a part in the telling—unraveling layers of culture, history and civilization, revealing codes of behaviour and feelings of identity and making the book a banquet to be savored. Meaty, middle-aged, face like a potato. Her descriptions of the conflicts she finds herself in the middle of and recent histories there are interesting. If you have an urgent question, we encourage you to Contact Us. Annia, American with a Greek grandmother, eventually marries a man from Beirut, Lebanon and travels to Beirut and Baghdad with him. I haunt the local markets and cook whatever I find: fresh green almonds, fleshy black figs, just-killed chickens with their heads still on.
And you always have to laugh. This ambitious and multilayered book is as much a feast for the mind as for the heart. This book gives an insight into what the people in Lebanon and Iraq do to survive and remain human during the wars in the Mideast. A memoir like this, filled with insight and recipes! In school I was that kid who sidled up to you and said, You gonna eat that? No matter how inhospitable the room or the streets outside, I construct a little field kitchen. In the movie, Arab terrorists carry out a series of bombings in New York City, and the government imposes martial law and rounds up all the Arabs, guilty and innocent alike, into detention camps. Why does Annia take this as a personal challenge, and how does she prove them wrong? Or at our own dinner tables, groaning with evidence to the contrary.