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-shuurbah | I didn’t know about the soup |
وايد يوعانة
| waayid yuu3aan(ah) | Very hungry (m/f) |
هي جازة؟
| ihiya jaahzah | Is it (f) ready? |
بعد شوية
| ba3d shwayah | In a while |
لذيذ(ة)
| ladhiidh(ah) | Delicious (m/f) |
