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There is one thing I would never want to miss during my visit to family in Lebanon: Manakish<\/strong>!
Just thinking about the delicious pancakes with za’atar topping, for example, makes my mouth water. For breakfast, I can almost not imagine anything better. The recipe is super easy!<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Aley: The City of Clouds<\/h2>\n\n\n\n

When I’m in Lebanon, my aunt stirs the za’atar mixture<\/em><\/a>, decants it into a Tupperware container and sends me to the bakery with it.
The baker’s credo might be, “You bring the topping, I have the dough and the stone oven.” So then I walk through Aley with the little Tupperware in my hand – and a growling stomach.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Most of my family on my mother’s side lives in Aley. The small town in the mountains is about 16 km east of Beirut – directly on the way to Damascus. Tourism plays a very big role in Aley. In summer, the sheikhs of the Arabian Peninsula like to spend their holidays in the “city of mist”. Due to its location in the mountains, it often happens that the entire town disappears in the clouds.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Compared to Beirut, the climate is less hot and humid, but still wonderfully summery. That’s why Aley is also often called “Ahru\u00df il Saif” – the bride of summer<\/em>. And so the air of the summer evenings is filled with music and the smell of food and perfume is everywhere.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

When I arrive at the bakery, I get in line. There are usually already a few neighbours waiting with their Tupperware while the baker rolls out the fresh yeast dough, presses small depressions into it with his finger syringes and spreads it with the toppings I brought along.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

It all goes so quickly! No sooner have I handed over the zatar mixture than it’s on the dough patties and then quickly in the oven. The smell is intoxicating! By the way, there are several variations of manakish that I would like to introduce to you very soon. But the version with za’atar is the classic.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The sound of the oven pusher as it slides along the bottom of the stone oven and pulls the delicious dough patties out of the fire makes my stomach growl. The baker nimbly and skillfully wraps the manakish in bread paper and presses the warm and fragrant package into my hand. On the way back to my aunt always a mankushi (singular to manakish) is lost \ud83d\ude09<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Recipe for Manakish<\/h2>\n\n\n
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