Araniss! Araniss!

During the last weekend, I notice someone had brought home raw ears of corn, and displayed them on the kitchen table. It is interesting how such simple veggie can bring one years back…The idea of “corn on the cob” is sealed into my childhood memories. And somehow, even though I can order or prepare corn on the cob myself – which would definitely be a lot cleaner – there is little that equates to the experience of buying from a corn on the cob stand.When I was very young, our outings were limited due to the political conflict presiding over the county. I spent part of my childhood between Switzerland and Lebanon, and my Mother had to be very creative to keep this kid entertained. She would brave army Continue reading