Many people in Libya did not cook in a healthy way.
Whatever they cook, all had to have tomatoes in it (except the sweet dishes of course…) There had been a recent study abt that way of cooking fm Jordan. Many Libyans went there to be treated medically. Most of the Libyans suffer fm cancer, gall stones and other sicknesses, like arthritis. Most of those go with nutrition. Most of the Libyans cook the food for such a long time that the food is completely dehydrated. Nobody ever had heard of short frying or steaming. All had to be cooked for a very long time!
That day his mother arrived with a plate of Cous-Cous. Actually I like Cous-Cous, because hers was home-made. I even once joined her to prepare it. The best Cous-Cous I had fm her. You can throw ALL which you buy in stores, you will never compare it to the delicacy there! But there were tomatoes, tomatoes again, all the veggies were over cooked the meat, she puts it in the cold water, instead of the hot one. So the meat was tasteless somehow and bore a leathery consistence. You can put the meat in cold water to cook it, then at least you can expect to have a soup stock, yet not a real tasty dish. I nearly… You know what…. Anyway, I left it to my husband. He could eat it.
You can also buy chicken, battery chicken (that was in an English book edition in 2005; hope I translated that one correctly. Actually you can also refer to animal caging). They tasted like fish and were simply awful to eat. Once Salah bought some free-range chicken. WOW, all in one; i.e. with feathers, heads and feet. His mother had to take off the feathers, it stank to the level, I had to leave, I nearly got sick. At least the chicken were very delicious. Not on the grill but later on, I cooked the grilled ones in a cream sauce. Normally the youngest sister of Salah did not like sauces at all, but this one she adored. So she even asked me how I had prepared it. I never told her, because to explain the roots of the European kitchen to her, would have taken some years. Yet she even admitted that she disliked cooking anyway… I wished I would have been able to prepare a Coq au Vin. Where to find WINE??? LOL. Maybe Aceto di Modena would do the trick? I would have to try that one. Unfortunately I never had the opportunity in all these 5 years.
Puma
It is difficult to adjust the palette, and it sounds like there was not so much to entice your palette there Ivee.
1Your words in God's ear... We say here...
2Hm, I think perhaps you had fried chicken. Was the batter fried in hot oil and crispy?
I love free-range chicken, but I think if I had to pluck off all the feathers myself I would be more tempted to give it a formal burial and go find a guava!
3db
formal burial and go find a guava! I too have a hard time with seeing a chicken from start
to finish, feathers and all.
I wonder why everything had to be cooked for so long, was it part of their beliefs that meat had to be cooked until it tasted like leather? It sounds like they had a lot of fresh fruit at their disposal, I hope they didn't cook the fruit too but instead ate it fresh!
It's so difficult getting use to an entirely different culture's food, especially when it's so drastically different like this.
4Well dear DB -
5Yes, do burry it... I had to admit, since I was pregnant, I was unable to see that poor chicken!
And IT STANK AWFULLY!!!
Anyway when it was "clean" i.e. no more feathers, then it was ok. again...
And you are right, later my husband made chicken wings, firstly cooked then deep fried. VERY DELICIOUS!!!
It is not so terrible, I can cook fairly well... Not like my dad but it is still ok...
THANK YOU SO MUCH!!!
To say it bluntly, we get used to "almost" everything... Also to awful food...
6It was mostly the meat they did not know how to cook, prepare etc.
Sausages? forget it only the European ones were edible!
Thank you so much Le E!!!
Wow it is so great to meet kindred spirits here!
Ivee, my friend. I am so involved in your journal and I'm sorry I have to play catch up. Each entry is drawing me deeper into your story and I thank you for sharing it.
As for Libyan cooking: I understand from a friend, who recently visited Africa on a multi-country tour [and not all of it in urban areas], that most of the food is prepared this way - by stewing it. She said she didn't mind it but, like you, she was very much wanting something that did not have the life cooked out of it. Interesting that she was only in Africa for 1 month. 5 years of it would have been unbearable in this way.
Your story about the chickens also rigns a bell with me. When I was a child my father and his brothers bought some chickens. They lived at one of my uncle's houses because he had a more rural location and allowed the chickens to roam freely.
When it came time to butcher the chickens they were brought to our house. Why? Because my uncle did not want his children to have the nightmare. I guess it was better that his brother's children were made to see this.
Anyway: I can remember the 3 of them standing around the chopping block, the blood, the circus macabre when one of them got loose without its head. I can also remember the horrible smell when they dunked the carcasses in boiling water to clean them. OMG - it was unbearable - this stench. You have all of my empathy once again.
7Dear Haze!
8Thank you for your words! You have a great gift - empathy does not have to be a burden... It can be used really well!
You are right! my mom once told me that they had a rooster when she was a girl - (they always had chicken in the garden). When his time came, he did not only run around beheaded, but also flew on the roof of the house (not over the coocoo's nest) and was walking back and forth - WOAH CREEEEEEPY!
Anyway, the chicken in Libya were dead before arrival at our home. They had been killed in the shop there... Yet the rest was "fair" enough (puke, as you noticed)... Later they had Ramadan, then the feast (Eidh) - there you got that smell of dead sheep all over the city... That is a feast for the nose... Now the chapters are still NICE...
Abt what you went through as a child:
Actually I do not really understand the decision to get to YOUR house to kill them???
Why not doing it with a butcher? Awful!
Well, our forefathers during the Stone Age were other another kind... All had to see "practically all"... Killing etc...
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