“Shorbet Mozat,” lamb shanks broth soup is so much more than just a soup for me. It is one that always reminds me of my mother who is the ultimate symbol of happiness and homeliness.
This soup was the dish my mother would make for me when things weren’t going well, either emotionally or health wise. It was meant to make you feel cozy and looked after, safe and secure.
Growing up, my mom, did everything for us and when I think of her, I remember her sweet stubbornness, inspiring selflessness and delicious meals that were always served with so much love. The kitchen was the soul of our house and I remember the great meals that she organized spent among tens of cousins, aunts and uncles. One image captures the essence of my mom and my family growing up: the never-ending dining table stacked with hot, aromatic, home-cooked Arabic delights, surrounded by family members of all ages, pushing and tugging trying to get their share. Always lots of noise, always lots of laughter but one thing I have learnt, however, is that there was always enough, maybe even too much.
Generosity of spirit applies to every aspect of my mother, from food to love to security to strength, and to happiness. She truly embodies all of these traits. What a blessing to have had such a formidable and loving force in my life, then and now.
