God Is Speaking To Me Through My Blender In Lebanese

I have just made up a batch of the garlic paste that shawarma places slap a dollop of on your plate, and it turns out that making it is about as hard as opening a door, and if you make it yourself, so sharp that it will sting your tongue.

It is so, so good.

I have made myself two sandwiches just now as a snack, and I’m going to have two more for dinner when Arlene gets home, and I am rank with garlic right now. I can feel it sweating out of my eyes. Arlene is going to make me sleep in the basement tonight, and then she is going to come downstairs at three o’clock in the morning, douse me in mouthwash and make me sleep in the yard.

So good.


  1. Posted September 19, 2005 at 6:48 pm | Permalink

    Honestly? Garlic + oil + lemon = bliss? Who knew!

  2. Mike Hoye
    Posted September 19, 2005 at 7:06 pm | Permalink

    Can’t talk, transcending.

  3. Posted September 19, 2005 at 9:53 pm | Permalink

    Beltzner: I think it can be derived clearly from the fact that each of those alone equals bliss (that’s the Greek in me talking, obviously where oil = olive oil)!


  4. Zeynep
    Posted September 20, 2005 at 10:05 am | Permalink

    The Blender is the instrument of God in many kitchen applications.

    It took a surprisingly long time for me to figure that out, too.