maa kint adrii 3an ash-shuurbah.

One afternoon, we were talking about food and our childhood cooking disasters (he got grounded for not clearing up an exploding pot, I for setting fire to a tissue box, etc.) when he suddenly said:

"When I was fifteen, I had a signature dish - cream of mushroom soup."

I was surprised, this was news to me. 

"Hang on a minute," I said, "I've never tried your famous soup ... and I happen to be waayid yuu3aanah at the moment."

It took a couple of hours to make, and the precious scents wafting from the kitchen almost drove me insane.

"jaahzah?" I asked every few minutes, peeking into the kitchen for a glimpse of ash-shuurbah.

"ba3d shwayah," was the eternal reply.

When it finally appeared on the table, the "signature dish" was ladhiidh even fifteen years later. 

"Did you like it?" he asked.

"I loved it, thank you! as-sufrah daaymah!"

Which literally translates to "your dining area - forever."

ما كنت ادري عن الشوربة
maa kint adrii ash-shuurbahI didn’t know about the soup
وايد يوعانة
waayid yuu3aan(ah)Very hungry (m/f)
هي جازة؟
ihiya jaahzahIs it (f) ready?
بعد شوية
ba3d shwayahIn a while
ladhiidh(ah)Delicious (m/f)