This is the story of Chef Judah,, born in Tunisia from a Jewish Family, lived in Orphanage , Refugees Camps.. homeless for more than 8 years.. now serving the Homeless at Soup For You Cafe..
Soup For You Cafe.. ,
“Our Cafe, ..is a safe place for anyone, treated with dignity.. for free.” Chef Judah
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Went to Duluth Dylan Festival, a week of music, films, memories, presentations, and performances great tribute to a home growing son. Having a dinner with a few friends in a restaurant on the Northshore area, where you can usually see the heads of the food served hung on the walls to make sure. This restaurant was surprisingly different, Midwestern feel with a French accent cuisines, the menu was simple yet sophisticated, tables made out of rusted logs and the waitress was friendly and eager . Everyone ordered wine for a starter, I went for the hot tea, a cultural cringe these days. Today’s specials, was highlighted by the waitress’s sexy elegant voice unlocking the mystery of the French cuisines … ; “a crispy texture of savory flavors, that would melt inside your mouth, gently touching your tong with a surprise aroma that will fill up your mouth … and… !!, I was at this point, lost in imageries of the food porno presentation. I wasn’t sure of what she is descripting, and I didn’t really care, waking up only on her voice asking if I was ready for my order .
Notes from America
Who Ate my Cheese!
Who Moved My Cheese? a self improvement book written by Spencer Johnson, coauthor of The One Minute Manager, the book illustrates the vital importance of being able to deal with unexpected change. is often distributed by managers to employees as a motivational tool, but as was reported in a review “the lessons it teaches can benefit literally anyone, young or old, rich or poor, looking for less stress and more success in every aspect of work and life.” Who ate my cheese, is a story about self preservation, it is about Arabs Americans and their cheese. Arab Americans in tough times would seek comfort and refuge in the warmness of their ethnic foods. As their nomad ancestors had done for hundreds of years before them; carrying their food wherever they go would save them from the harsh inhospitable desert terrain. Uh… the frying sizzling of falafel, the richness aroma of shaworma (Gyro), the tanning smoothness of BABA GHANNOU and Hummus, the beauty of artfully display of meza and the heavy sweetness of Baklava all take us back to the comfort and security of our home. But no other Middle Eastern food reflects our ethnicity and identity as feta cheese; we have as many different kind of feta cheese as nationalities; Egyptian, Greek, Lebanese, Moroccan, and Palestinian and we try them all. So if you want to measure the Arab American melting pot index in the US, don’t look at the employment or housing index, you should look at Who Ate my Cheese? Look at the consumption of feta index and its ratio to the consumption of American cheese. Americans seems to treat cheese as dead food that is wrapped in plastic bags and kept in the refrigerator like corpses. Arabs treat cheese like fresh meat that should be cut before your eyes and kept in the open for everyone to see and smell. Second generation Arab American children; however, lose this reverence right after their first trip to MacDonald’s restaurant and experience the taste of the melted cheese in their happy meal.
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