This tabouleh was inspired by my recent essay 'A Chance Encounter with Ed Hyder's Mediterranean Marketplace' post. I have made tabouleh plenty of times in the past, but never from a recipe. For the purpose of this post, I had to backtrack and come up with one. I usually add the basic ingredients and adjust lemon, mint leaves and salt for flavor as I go. I adjust oil as I go for consistency's sake. I have different quirks, I call them quirks, but they are sound advice that I think help achieve the best tabouleh.
A couple turn of events inspired this post. The first involves a case of childhood thievery. While I was never the type to shoplift a Bazooka at the corner shop, I was known to sneak off tamarind**, well hidden at the cupboards, and eat it all. Risking a tummy ache and my mom's most horrid threats of most severe consequences and punishment, unless someone fesses up, but I never did.
You would think me Goldilocks. (**)
Growing up I loathed porridge. My mom used to make it especially when we were young with semolina and sometimes rice. You can imagine my contorted young face, my eyes rolling as I get nauseated just from the thought and anticipation of what's simmering in the sauce pan on top of the gas stove in our tiny kitchen. My mom was determined to get some cheap and quick nutritious breakfast into our skinny bodies. Spoon feeding us on a busy morning, just moments before we bolt out the door, late, to school. That was kindergarten and first grade. My mom already on kid number five and pregnant again. I got no memories of porridge thereafter.
I am happy to be professionally collaborating with Red Star Yeast in 2012. I will be documenting my baking adventures and hopefully sharing some useful information on baking with yeast in this series. As you know, from the multiple challahs, babka and yeast doughnuts on my site, I love baking anything with yeast. It's addictive, therapeutic and delicious.