Dinner at the Mohammed's

As previously stated on the last post, we have a bodyguard with us at all times when we are outside in case of the unfortunate event of a life-threatening situation. That sounds really intense, but worry not, this is a very unlikely probability and we just have him for precaution.

His name is Mohammed, and not only is he a great security, he is a translator, a caring nurse, and of course let us not forget, an amazing friend. He is like a ray of sunshine, so nice and friendly, always with a smile on.

A few days ago, we were invited to Mohammed's home to learn how to prepare a Kurdish dish called dolma with his wife and daughter, Basos and Lona.

This is dolma: leaf-wrapped rice and stuffed zucchinis and peppers. The trick is to wrap the rolls like cigars, nice and tight.

After the wrapping, you put the pot to steam for 45 minutes. Basos, the wife, took that waiting time as an opportunity to dress us up, and the results were magical:

As you can see, Angèle is a natural model. It's like this dress was made for her. I joined in on the fun, it got real intimate. 

"Everything the light touches, is our kingdom Simba"

Back to the kitchen...

Or should I say, dinner time! We ate Kurdish style, on the ground, knees crossed, with enough food to feed a village. 

You can spot Mohammed Jr. sitting next to Mohammed Sr. 

Brothers, let us feast on this glorious night!

Scrumptious! 😋

I was not sure what to expect for Kurdish food, so let me reassure all of you reading this back at home: the food here is gooOOOod! *Two thumbs up*

Yay! Thanks to Mohammed, we were able to have a traditional Kurdish meal. With his amazing family, we had the time of our lives, between food and clothes, we were more than satisfied!