Thursday, October 01, 2015

Stranded at Dock: Carnival Liberty September 6, 2015

Cobblestone streets of Old San Juan

Mr. A and I decided to celebrate our first wedding anniversary (can you believe it has already been a year!?) on the endless seas on board the Carnival Liberty cruise ship. After spending two spectacular days wandering around the narrow cobblestone streets of beautiful Old San Juan, we jumped on board the Liberty eager to start our journey of the seas.

That night, after an overly-indulgent dinner at the ship's steakhouse, our resort-on-water drifted away from the Puerto Rican coast and sailed under the starlit skies towards the exotic treasures of the Virgin Islands.
Our first stop was St-Thomas... and the cruise ended there. (Yes, you read correctly!)

Monday morning, around 9:30am, after fueling ourselves with breakfast and coffee, Mr. A and I were off the ship and in a rollercoaster of a taxi ride, up and down the little streets of St-Thomas towards the crystal clear waters of Magen's Bay. Little did we know, a few hours later, the remaining guests on the ship were being evacuated off the Liberty due to an engine fire. My first thought was "THANK GOODNESS this fire did not occur when we were at sea.". My second thought: Was anybody hurt? (The answer is no). And the third thought: Okay... now what?

Old San Juan
More than 4000-4500 passengers and crew were lingering on the sun-sizzled streets of the tiny island. There is a limit to how much shopping (or window shopping in our case as we had left most of our money on the ship) you can do when it is scorching hot, you are tired, you are still wearing your wet bathing suit, are ready-to-eat-lobster-hued red from spending the day under the sun and are lugging around heavy, wet and sandy towels in a beach bag that was literally bursting at the seams. It was crowded, it was hot, people were getting cranky and, of course, we were all getting hungry. "I guess we should board any minute now", I thought. The minutes tick-tocked by and turned to hours.

It was getting more and more difficult to ignore our stomach growls that were getting louder and louder. The challenge now lied in finding a place to eat. You see, we were surrounded by restaurants but after walking up to a few of them, Mr. A and I were ever-so-gracefully turned away pushed away and had the doors locked in front of us because the facility simply had run out of food. Oh, the irony of being in a Water, water everywhere; nor any drop to drink-esque situation! 

Finally, we found a sushi restaurant (Beni Iguana) and, to our luck, a group was just leaving their table when we walked through the doors. We pounced on that table and waited (and waited, and waited...).  The frantically-running wait staff of TWO were trying to stay as cool and collected as possible but were crumbling under the pressure of us Stranded & Hungry. 

Magen's Bay - St-Thomas
Three hours later, taking advantage of the restaurant's WiFi (Ah, the silver lining!), once our stomachs were playing the symphony of the hungry-and-now-impatient (it's not a very harmonious tune), our food arrived. 

We devoured the contents of our plates and quickly put that "hungry symphony" to rest. I don't know about Mr.A, but my stomach suddenly played the you-ate-too-quickly-so-I-will-give-you-a-cramp symphony (also not very harmonious but nothing a little walk wouldn't fix).

Mr.A and I stayed in the restaurant once we were done eating. By this time, the wave of hungry people had ended along with the wave of the sun's heat so we decided to stick around on the comfortable couches of Beni Iguana instead of sitting outside on the pavement (of course, if we could find space on the pavement). 
The Carnival Liberty in St-Thomas

Our table was near the bathroom. There were two bathroom doors both of which had to be opened with a key. I assume that the keys are usually kept behind the hostess stand (which is a step away from the bathroom) but, given the unusual turn of events of the day, the keys were left in the keyholes on the doors. I had a fun time watching people go in and out of the bathroom while leaving the keys still on the outside keyhole when they were inside. Every now and again, another "castaway" would walk in on someone in the bathroom, would let out a high-pitched squeal and would quickly and bashfully close the door. Some people figured out to take the key inside the stall with them; some others didn't and were sometimes faced with an unexpected, apologetic guest while doing their business. I tried to warn a few eager bathroom seekers but realized that I would make a very lousy bathroom-door-warning-person. 
Carnival Liberty engine fire- September 7, 2015
(photo source: Facebook) 

The sun and its scorch had called it a day and had made way for nightfall. Luckily, our bathing suits were now dry and our tummies were full. But our towels were still wet and heavy and my beach bag (that I was now in the obligation of hugging) was ripping left and right. My beach bag was giving up and so were our exhausted, sun-burnt bodies. 

The only thing we could do was wait so we waited for as long as we had to then, finally, like a dream, IT WAS TIME! Everyone was slowly (some people, quite aggressively) huddling towards the narrow entryway. There were people for as far as the eye could see. We maneuvered our way through the small medical stations that had suddenly popped up and long tables that had water coolers and fried chicken on them. One by one, people were passing through the gate and rushing towards the ship. Suddenly, with about a dozen exhausted travelers in front of us, the security man at the entryway decided to close our gate door and suggested we make our way to another door that was further away. On an ordinary day, this second door would have been a two minute walk away but, this day was far from being ordinary! Given the circumstances, the door was clearly not a two minute walk away but instead more than an hour's wait away. Inevitably, this announcement did not sit well with most of the people around us. Their fury raised along with their voices. F-bombs and countless original and imaginative swear words were being dropped left and right (being stranded sure seems to bring out the worst in people!). The security guard was not reconsidering his decision so, suddenly, we were being pushed by the hundreds of people behind and around us. Before we knew it, we had been pushed and squeezed through the narrow gate that the guard had now no way of closing. Cruisers: 1; Gatekeepers: 0. 

The ship did not sail that night nor did it sail the following day. It was not allowed to sail until the US Coast Guard had given its approval. It did not look very positive. From what I heard (but I'm not sure how reliable my sources are), three out of six engines were not functioning and one out of the two generators were down. It looked like our day at Barbados was off the table. As the days went by, we were forced to abandon our whole Caribbean itinerary. Although I was somewhat upset that we were not getting the vacation we had planned and were looking forward to, a part of me was very relieved. For some reason, I have become a ball of anxiety and fear lately. On this trip, I discovered that I am scared of innocent but ugly grey and black birds that walk on the beach (I am telling you, some of them could sense my fear and were teasing me!). I gave the fellow beach-goers a nice show while I was hysterically shooing the creatures away while hiding under my towel and being in somewhat of a ball shape holding my knees as close to my body as possible and hiding my face in my knees. Anyway, staying at the St-Thomas dock meant that we would not have any inconvenient and horrible surprises.

Stairway to...? Old San Juan
Seeing as sailing was not an option, Carnival was under the obligation of gradually sending guests home from St-Thomas on chartered flights. Although we could still explore the little island, we had to remain on standby to see if we made ''the cut'' of the day. We could wake up one morning and be told that we were scheduled to go back home that afternoon. So there we were, on the Liberty ship, waiting for freedom! 

Throughout our stay, the Carnival team worked endlessly to make this vacation the best it could be despite the incredible and unexpected inconveniences. As the Guest Services team worked day in and day out booking flights and answering questions, the animation crew put on their biggest smiles and constantly kept the laughs going. 

    Fort San Felipe del Morro 
    Old San Juan 
Mr. A and I never made ''the cut''. We stayed on the ship for four or five days until it was cleared to sail back to its home port of San Juan where we would remain for two more days and keep our original flights back. We were now only 1500 guests out of the original 3500 (roughly). We continued to discover the ins and outs of colorful Old San Juan and went back to our floating hotel at night. 

Colorful Old San Juan
Ultimately, we did not get the vacation we had planned but, hey! There are much worse places to be stranded than on a beautiful exotic island. We also got a full refund and a discount off our next cruise so, really, we do not have much to complain about.

Once again, Ladies & Gentlemen (if you were on the ship, you are probably laughing-- ahum, Cruise Director Brian)to all the staff who worked tirelessly and endlessly to keep us somewhat-difficult folk satisfied (and to all the staff who is currently answering all our emails and processing the refunds), thank you for all your hard work, patience and effort.

Until next time!

Thursday, July 09, 2015


I go through a lot of "I-need-to-buy-this" phases on a regular basis. With all my might, I try not to be too impulsive when shopping; my wallet, my husband and the lack of storage space in my home all thank me for it. Usually, when I see something I want, I don't buy it (unless it's a super-fantastic deal!). If I am still thinking about the item after a week or so, I give in.

Every once in a while, I get incredibly obsessive about a certain item. My most recent obsession was an espresso maker. I don't know what triggered it but suddenly, one day I decided that I "needed" to have an espresso machine and it "needed" to be as authentic as it could get: an Italian stove-top one. Most stove-top espresso makers don't make the little crema foam on top so, of course, I "needed" to have a machine that made crema. There I was, obsessing over espressos as if I was some sort of coffee-sommelier (when really, I am more of an instant-coffee type of girl on most days). 

I asked a few Italians in my little circle, looked online and even started calling Italian specialty shops. I did my research as if I was about to write a doctoral thesis on the subject. 

Finally, a beautiful and shiny Bialetti Brikka espresso maker was mine. 

Little man with the moustache - Bialetti Brikka 

Last Sunday, I packed up my Brikka, my little espresso cups (courtesy of Italbec ) and little amaretto cookies that "needed" to be made in Italy (because when I get obsessive, I take it to special heights). I decided it was time to treat my father and sisters to a caffè (apparently you are not supposed to say espresso in Italy). I shuffled inside with my big bag of goodies on one shoulder and my even bigger purse on the other. Overly excited, I showed my family my Brikka. My younger sister couldn't help but let out a little chuckle.

One thing I should tell you all is that my younger sister and I have this strange telepathic connection sometimes. We find ourselves thinking about or saying the same things, having the same ideas... we call this "power" of ours UNAGI. We got the word UNAGI from the FRIENDS TV show. The definition of UNAGI on the show isn't exactly related to telepathic, mind-reading tendencies in any way but we like the word, we associate with it and we're keeping it! Watch the clip below for a nice little laugh.

Anyway, back home, I am still showing my family my new espresso-maker-shaped toy. As my sister chuckled through my demonstration in which I was energetically showing the little valve that created the crema, she guided me to the kitchen and showed me what she was up to before I had stepped through the door. She had a brand new stove-top espresso maker and had just brewed herself a cup. My sister and I have never discussed espressos together, nor have we mentioned our desire to have a machine at home. Suddenly, we had found ourselves in a strange Unagi-espresso-moment.

I have been enjoying exquisitely delectable caffès with slightly-quickly-dissipating crema for the last few weeks. I'm happy I gave into this obsession. With every sip, I picture myself in an Italian piazza, feeling the heat of the European sun shining brightly all the while hearing the beautifully melodic language at a distance. 

Now... what will my next obsession be...?

You can't have espresso without having a few cookies to dip into it! 

Amaretti Cookies
yield: 45-50 cookies

- 1 cup while almonds
- 1/2 cup powdered sugar
- 2 egg whites
- 1 tbsp amaretto liqueur (or 1/2 tsp almond extract)
- 1/4 tsp cream of tartar
- 1/2 cup granulated sugar


1. Preheat oven to 325F and line cookie sheets with parchment paper.
2. In a food processor combine 1 cup almonds and the powdered sugar. Cover and process until finely ground. Set aside.
3. In a large bowl, beat the egg whites, amaretto liqueur (or almond extract), and cream of tartar with an electric mixer on high speed until soft peaks form. Gradually beat in 1/2 cup granulated sugar, about 1 tablespoon at a time, until they form stiff peaks. Fold half of the almond mixture into the egg white mixture then fold in remaining almond mixture.
4. Spoon cookie mixture on baking sheet (about 1 inch in diameter) leaving about 1-2 inches between each cookie.
5. Sprinkle lightly with coarse sugar.
6. Bake for 13 to 15 minutes or until tops are set and lightly browned. Cool completely before serving.

Thursday, May 28, 2015

Gentlemen (& Ladies) Prefer Blondes

I have a love/hate (love may be stretching it a bit; let's call it like/hate) relationship with Gordon Ramsay. Sure, he's probably an exceptional chef (I assume he must be in order to have made it this far) but, if you ask me, food aside, I think the guy has two versions of himself and the contrast between them is bewildering.

There is the Gordon Ramsay that we all know too well. The Gordon Ramsay that we instantly think of when we hear his name: the loud, somewhat obnoxious, scary man who seems to be seeping unearthly levels of anger. We often see him on our screens yelling and liberally throwing the F-word around at people who are fluttering about under scrutiny with fear, desperation and frustration in their eyes. His rough, vulgar and aggressive approach makes for good television... I guess.

Then there is the version of Gordon Ramsay that emerges when he's describing food. I call this version the Food Romancer. Have any of you realized that the way Gordon talks about food is almost too sensual? He speaks delicately, with a soft voice and by adding a few sighs here and there. He can describe a piece of raw chicken with the same adjectives and in the same way he could describe a lady. Buddy, it's food. We understand that you love food; we all love food! But maybe your relationship with it has gone too far. He may call it passion, but I just call it weird. 

If I have control of the remote at home, Mr. A and I often watch reruns of FRIENDS; if Mr. A has control of the remote, "we" watch sports; and when we're both looking for a happy medium, the Food Network wins the prize.  

A few weeks ago, we were watching Gordon Ramsay's Ultimate Cookery (also known as the ultimate television show for him to wear his ''romancing'' hat). As we were watching, I heard an ''Oooohhh'' from Mr. A followed by a sound that I can only describe as ''taking his breath away''. It is not often that Mr. A and I watch a cooking show to which Mr. A's jaw literally drops and stays open throughout the recipe. Gordon was making blondies: a fun twist on brownies. Based mainly on Mr. A's reaction (and not by the way Gordon was romancing the ingredients), I knew I had to make it. 

We were having a little family get-together a few days after seeing this episode so, very conveniently (because I love to share calories as much as I love to share food), I knew it was my opportunity to try this recipe.

All I can say is, vulgar or romancer, Gordon Ramsay can cook! 

So here it is. Gordon Ramsay's recipe for Blondies. The recipe that will make you wonder how you have lived thus far without these amazing sweet bites. Similar to my relationship with Gordon Ramsay, you may have a love(or like)/hate relationship with these blondies: you will hate that you love them so much. 

Ladies & gentlemen, you will soon realize that you just may prefer blonds.

Blondies in the making

Gordon Ramsay's Blondies


- 230g butter, plus extra for greasing
- 340g dark brown sugar
- Pinch of salt
- 1 tsp vanilla extract
- 2 eggs, lightly beaten
- 280g plain flour
- 1/2 tsp baking soda
- 1 tsp baking powder
- 240g white chocolate, chopped into small chunks
- 4 tbsp dried cranberries


1- Preheat the oven to 350F. Lightly butter a 23cm square cake tin and line with parchment paper.

2- Melt the butter in a saucepan and whisk in the sugar and salt. (A good whisk now will make the mixture slightly lighter and fluffier.

3- Add the vanilla extract and whisk again. Remove from the heat.

4- Add the eggs to the butter mixture and stir well. Sift the flour, bicarbonate of soda and baking powder into a large bowl, then whisk in the egg and butter mixture a little at a time. (It’s important to do this in stages so that you don’t get any lumps.)

5- Leave the mixture to cool slightly, then fold in the chocolate chunks and the cranberries. (If the mixture is too hot, the chocolate will melt.)

6- Spoon into the prepared cake tin and spread out evenly. Bake for 35–40 minutes until the outer edges are firm and the middle still a little soft.

7- Leave to cool on a wire rack for at least 10 minutes, then cut into squares before serving. Once cooled, the blondies will keep in an airtight container for up to a week (but trust me, they won't last that long).

The infamous blondies. The picture does not do it justice.

Wednesday, May 20, 2015

Love is a Potato

Mr. A has said that one of the first times he realized that I truly loved him was when we were a few months within our relationship. We had been dating for about three months. We hadn't said our "I love you"s (that's a story for another day); we were still a little giddy, a little nervous, a little unsure of where everything was going... basically we were still very ''fresh''.  

One evening, we had ordered food from our usual Lebanese takeout place. We always order the same thing: a mix plate, half shish taouk, half shawarma, half rice and half potatoes. And we must never forget to mention "hummus and garlic on the side in separate containers, please." 

One of the best parts of the dish (one of the best parts of ANY dish if you ask me) are the potatoes. Of course, you get what you pay for and a 10$ plate from a fast food place is nowhere near fine dining. Oftentimes, it's like a coin flip; you never really know what kind of potatoes you will get. You'll either get hot garlic and herb potatoes that are so crispy on the outside and so smooth on the inside OR you'll get mushy potatoes that were once the hot and crispy ones you oh-so-desire. Nevertheless, potatoes are potatoes; even if they are bad, they are still good.

As we sat down to devour our dishes, I snuck a potato from his plate (because sharing is caring) and noticed that his not-so-crispy potatoes left a lot to desire. I then took a potato from my own dish and realized that mine came from a fresh batch of deliciousness. Instinctively, I pushed his mushy potatoes away and gave him some of mine. I didn't think much of it but he paused and said something along the lines of "You really like me, huh?"

And, my friends, that is why love is a potato.

Mr. A and I have (already!) been married for about 9 months now and have been together for a little over 7 years. We have seen and helped each other through the best and through the worst of times. It is so common for two people to get so accustomed to one another after being in eachother's lives for so long. Unfortunately, little words and little acts may go unnoticed or may lose their essence.

A close friend of ours recently lost his mother very suddenly. I had had the blessing of meeting her once; full of life and full of kindness. Tragic situations like these put a lot of things in perspective. You instantly realize what and who are truly important to you. Instantly, the words "Life is short" weigh so deeply on your mind and in your heart.

Make sure you tell the ones you love how you feel about them and make sure to show them your love as well (via potatoes if you wish!)  And, everybody, remember to keep your eyes open to see the love that is given to you and see that love is actually all around us.

If you do decide to show your love through potatoes (or if you simply love potatoes and want to show yourself some love), here is a recipe for T.H.E. ultimate, perfectly crispy yet perfectly tender potatoes. I'm not joking, this recipe beats any potatoes you have eaten... even McDonald's fries! (Yes, I dare say it!)

Hot Potato!


- Small round potatoes (about 15 or more)
- 3 Tablespoons Olive Oil
- Salt & Pepper to taste
- Rosemary (or Other Herbs Of Choice) To Taste

Preparation Instructions

1- Bring a pot of salted water to a boil. Add in as many potatoes as you wish to make and cook them until they are fork-tender.
2- On a sheet pan, generously drizzle olive oil. Place tender potatoes on the cookie sheet leaving plenty of room between each potato.
3- With a potato masher, gently press down each potato until it slightly mashes, rotate the potato masher 90 degrees and mash again. Brush the tops of each crushed potato generously with more olive oil.
4- Sprinkle potatoes with kosher salt, fresh ground black pepper and fresh chopped rosemary (or chives or thyme or whatever herb you have available.)
5- Bake in a 450 degree oven for 20-25 minutes until golden brown.

Recipe & picture courtesy of The Pioneer Woman:

Wednesday, January 28, 2015


Let's face it. There is a lot of good, a lot of bad and a whole lot of ugly in this world. We are constantly bombarded with negative news headlines. It is so easy to get sucked up in the negativity of the world; it is so easy to get sad and worried every time we flip through the newspaper or turn on the TV. To put myself in a happier and lighter state of mind, I make it a point to shift my focus away from the bad and the ugly when I blog.

Now, contradicting what I just said, I'm going to tell you about a very ugly incident I witnessed recently at Walmart. 

I was at the cash register of my local Walmart and a few registers away was an old man likely in his late 70s or early 80s. The man was speaking English and the young cashier was replying to him in French. The man apologized to her and asked for her to speak English because he did not speak French. Adamantly, the girl (her name was Annie) continued to answer him in French. One more time, the man told her that he did not understand. This is when Annie started to raise her voice loud enough to make many heads turn in a noisy Walmart. 

She raised her voice at the older man who could have easily been three times her age and started lecturing him on how he should learn to speak French because he is in Quebec. She was telling him to move anywhere else in Canada if he wanted to speak in English. I was shocked. After her unimpressive speech, she walked away from the cash without having finished the transaction with the old man. She stood a few meters away and faced the customer service section of the store. The man asked her twice where she was going; she replied in an impatient and annoyed tone "I have a problem with my cash." 

Luckily, the man was taking everything lightly. He was laughing at this strange situation (this strange situation that, unfortunately, is not considered so strange anymore).

Listen, Annie, (and to all you other "Annies" out there) before you start lecturing people on what language they "should" speak, maybe someone should have educated you and lectured you on how to be polite and how to treat people with respect. With what right do you raise your voice to a complete stranger, to a customer? 

This small incident at Walmart does not even compare with the many other ridiculous incidents we've all heard about (hospital staff telling patients to speak French, the infamous Pastagate, etc.)

The hate that has been instilled in you "Annies" is quite sad and shameful. I understand that you would like to preserve Quebec's language from the "evil anglophones" but every single time I hear someone say "You have to speak French in Quebec!", I feel pity. I pity you "Annies" for living in your narrow-minded worlds, and for going out to (language) war armed with an old-fashioned mindset and broken French (for some of you).

Every few weeks, a new story about these language wars emerges and, frankly, "Annies", it's getting pretty ridiculous. 

Click here to read about the gem of the week.

Five word sentence - two mistakes
Gem of the week @ Valentine Deux-Montagnes

Enough about language wars though. There is some good in Quebec: Poutine!
An indulgence of fries and cheese curds topped with heavenly gravy.
Here's my take on the best gravy for your poutine.

Poutine Gravy

- 3 tbsp butter
- 3 tbsp flour
- 2 cloves garlic, finely chopped
- 5 cups beef (or veal) stock, heated
- 1/2 tsp Worcestershire sauce
- 1 tbsp ketchup
- 1/2 tsp apple cider vinegar
- Pepper

1. In a saucepan, on Medium-High heat, belt the butter. Add the flour and stir for about 3-4 minutes until the mixture turns golden brown. 
2. Add the chopped garlic and cook for 20-30 seconds.
3. Add the heated stock a little bit at a time while whisking (you don't want lumpy gravy!)
4. Once all the stock is added, add the Worcestershire sauce, ketchup and apple cider vinegar.
5. Cook for about 5 minutes until the gravy has thickened and season with pepper.

Top your crispy fries and cheese curds with this luscious gravy and indulge!

Friday, January 09, 2015

New Day's Resolutions

Hello lovely readers.

Once again, I have un-muted myself from one of my long silences to wish you all a very Happy and Healthy 2015.

Every year, I set a New Year's resolution for myself. Usually it has something to do with being a better person, reading more, drinking more water and exercising and getting fit because, despite "best" efforts, the pant-and-dress-shrinking-fairy never misses a visit around the end of the year... and this year was no exception.

However, this year, I have decided to not make a New Year's resolution. Similar to most of you, I used to think that there was something very magical when the clock strikes midnight on December 31st. A renewed sense of life rushes through you when the ball drops and you feel you have a clean slate, new opportunities and new chances of becoming a better version of yourself. You think that you will be able to press "reset" on your life and that this year will be your year! This year will be different! NEW YEAR, FRESH START!

I hate to break it to you, but there is no magic "reset" button on New Year (and there is no Santa Clause either)! New Year's is not a life-changing event.

You see, when the clock strikes midnight, your life does not reset and you do not get a fresh start, nor a fresh batch of chances and opportunities. When the clock strikes midnight, the only thing you are rolling in with the new year is a new daily planner. 

Let's face it, we are a little more than a week within the year and some of you have already likely broken your resolutions. A New Year's resolution is more like a "to do" list for the first week or two of January. 

This year, I don't have a New Year's resolution... I have a New Day's resolution. I have decided that I don't need a new year to push me to improve myself. A new year is really just a new day so consider every day as a an opportunity to hit that mythical and magical "reset" button.

Every year, for the festive season, I make a traditional Armenian dish called "Sou Boereg". It is savory pie with layers of buttered sheets of homemade noodles and heavenly melted cheese topped with more buttery noodles. It's a time consuming process but well worth every second! 

Sou Boereg 
- 6 eggs
- 1 1/2 tsp salt
- 1/4 cup water
- 5 cups flour
- 1 tsp cognac (or arak)
- 1 cup 5 tbs (300g) melted butter (to slather between the layers)

1- Beat eggs, salt, water and cognac (or arak) by hand or with an electric mixer. Add the flour half a cup at a time. 

2- Divide the dough into 6 balls. Place these balls on a lightly floured surface and cover with a tea towel. Let rest for 1-2 hours.

- 1/2 cup chopped parsley
- 550g braided cheese
- 550g akkawi cheese
- 1 egg
- 1/2 tsp white pepper

Finely chop the cheeses and place in a bowl with cold water. Change the water every 30 minutes for a total of 2 hours. Drain cheese and wrap in a towel to dry completely.
When dry, put the parsley, cheese egg and pepper in a bowl and mix until well combined.


1- Roll out each ball into a very thin dough sheet of 35cm diameter in size and then place the sheets over each other and cover them.

2- While preparing the dough sheets, fill a big pot with 20 cups of water and 3 tsp of salt. Turn on the heat and let it boil.
Place each dough sheet in the boiling water for 30 seconds then remove it and immerse in cold water immediately. Place it on a towel to let it dry or squeeze the water out.

3- To prepare the pastry, coat a 40cm circular or rectangular pan with melted butter and put the first dough sheet in it. Coat it with melted butter then place the second sheet on top and coat it with butter. Repeat the procedure until the 3rd dough sheet. After placing the 3rd dough, spread the cheese filling on top and repeat the process of layering the dough sheets and melted butter until the dough sheets are finished. Coat the top layer with melted butter as well. Cut the “Sou Boereg” into squares and bake at 350F until top is golden.

Sou Boereg in all its glory! 

Monday, November 17, 2014

A Little Wedding Teaser

I have spent the last several days wiping giant happy tears off my face. 
With a nice bottle of wine, Mr. A and I spent Friday night watching our wedding video. Then with a nice cup of coffee, Mr. A and I spent Saturday morning watching our wedding video for a second time. Finally, yesterday night, with a nice bowl of soup, I watched the video with my sister.

I thought my happy tears would dry out a little bit at a time with every viewing but Oh! How I was wrong. Every time I watch the video, I feel like my heart is ballooning at an exponential rate and is being filled with overwhelming feelings of love, gratitude, happiness, excitement and many other foreign but beautiful feelings that I will welcome with open arms. I can still taste that delicious cocktail of amazing emotions that we had at our wedding; that cocktail is getting more and more delicious by the second.

Unfortunately, I cannot share our wonderful wedding video on a blog (it's too long), but here is a short teaser for you to enjoy. The video is from Raffi and his amazing team at Yeraz Media.

Thank you to all vendors and loved ones who made our wedding day as brilliant and beautiful as it was. It was full of love, full of joy and full of unforgettable memories.


Tania & Armand - September 6, 2014
Hall: Montreal World Trade Centre
Caterer & coordinator: AVOCADO Traiteur
Videography: Yeraz Media
Photography: Prizma Productions
Entertainment: DJ Klix & Marco Mr.TamTam
Flowers: Les Petites Excuses
Rentals: Joe's Prop House & Celebrations