Photo courtesy of Salsabeel Zeineddin
“Mummy, I have a wish,” said my son with a contrived sweetness.
“Yes, Darling, tell me.”
“That you make crepes for breakfast tomorrow.” It was a school night, and mornings for us are stressfully chaotic. Crepes are labour intensive.
“Ummmmm…. What would you want with them?” I asked conflicted in desiring to give him what he wanted but feeling selfish and irritated.
“Nutella.”
This seemed an odd coincidence as I’d just been reading a piece about Nutella Crepes in Gaza, called “Dreaming of Chocolate,” written by a young Palestinian food writer Salsabeel Zeineddin, Read the rest of this entry »
