Archive | February 15, 2010
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She was born in February and her parents called her June. In all her years of growing, summer never came too soon. Her life was but a dream, lifeguarding and swim team. Then, my brother somehow made her heart swoon. . . . Happy Birthday, June!
Some time ago, I told my sister that my husband asked some people over for mansaf. She asked, “Mansaf? What is that? A dish? A holiday?” I can say a bit of both. It is definitely an occasion when you make or are invited for mansaf. So I thought I would illustrate it through photos.