Remember A Touch of Spice, that other aromatic movie I raved about six years ago?
Like, how many of these films taught me to dance, opened my eyes - or that other eye - and made me notice beauty more consciously. This has been especially true with the films I barely understood, so (for the right-brain, at least) it's the mystery that is so educational.
|Aish is the queen|
Fenugreek, they say, is for Tuesdays. For me, Fenugreek is for Yemen, and that frothy bowl of saltah I had when I thought I might be getting ill, and of course I didn't get very sick in the end. The sun burned the sickness away. And the saltah and honey did the rest.