Sometime in July

Eager to relieve the glories of Dad's kitchen, and to live down past kitchen disasters once and for all, to save face in front of my brother and his friend A, I borrowed my Dad's girlfriend's Syrian Jewish cookbook and went to town.  On the menu:

Phyllo triangles stuffed with spinach [Im'warah b'Sbanech]

Rice with crispy bottom [Riz]

Meatballs in tomato cumin sauce [Kibbe m'Kamuneh b'Bandoorah]

Jewish Sabbath bread [Challah]

Pistachio rosewater cornstarch pudding [El Mazeeyah]  {Least successful dish, tasted more like a palate cleanser than a proper dessert}
Phyllo nut pastry [Baklawa]


And no dinner party would be complete without a Menage a Trois!
Just kidding...