{"id":18811,"date":"2020-09-23T10:00:25","date_gmt":"2020-09-23T08:00:25","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/bistrobadia.de\/mujadara\/"},"modified":"2024-01-19T07:10:00","modified_gmt":"2024-01-19T06:10:00","slug":"mujadara","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/bistrobadia.de\/en\/mujadara\/","title":{"rendered":"Mujadara – lentil puree with tomato-balsamic salad"},"content":{"rendered":"\n

Mujadara<\/strong> for me is not just a puree<\/strong> of redlentils and rice prepared quickly and cheaply from a few ingredients. “M’dschaddarra<\/strong>” is a savior in distress… When the world is not in order, it collapses around you and eventually forces you to leave your family and look for a new home, you need an anchor for your mind and heart.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Home can be everywhere, you just have to feel it.
Alone in a foreign land, the kitchen can become a refuge and every meal an ambassador. For me, Mujadara is an ambassador of my childhood – a time when my parents dreamed that the world would be okay after they fled Lebanon.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The modesty of Mujadara<\/h3>\n\n\n\n

Red lentils<\/strong>, basmati rice<\/strong> and onions<\/strong> – that’s basically all it takes to build a new world. A world that you build for yourself out of your kitchen and explore it at the same time. The journey is the destination, they say – but sometimes there’s nothing better than arriving somewhere.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

As a child, I loved it when my mother cooked this vegan lentil puree<\/strong> for us. I was amazed at the few steps she needed to prepare mujadara. She put lentils, some rice and water in a pot. Next to it, she roasted onions in olive oil and finally mixed everything together. I only needed to say that I was hungry and mujadara was ready and on the table. The creamy lentils were topped with a simple salad of<\/strong> tomatoes<\/strong>, onions<\/strong> and vinegar<\/strong>. “M’jaddarra loves vinegar, give her a sip and she will make you happy,” my mother said. And she was right.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Like a loving kiss on the head<\/h3>\n\n\n\n

Mujadara makes my mother think of my Teta (grandmother).
When she got the recipe from her, her world was still in order. As a child, my mother liked to pick figs from the garden and bring them to the table and get a kiss on the head from her mother. Today, far away, both in time and space, every plate of mujadara is one of those kisses on the head for my mother – in her refuge from which she has rebuilt the world for her children.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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