As I was going though the Taste of Beirut blog, I came across this mind-blowing Chocolate-Tahini Rice Bars recipe and I went "wow", this is something I absolutely have to try ASAP.
I love anything Middle Eastern & Lebanese and I read Arabian food blogs; I am always searching for the next delicious dish, ingredient, spice or herbs. I find inspiration and I get an insight into a world I'm fascinated with.
The amazing thing about these smooth delicate chocolate bars is the flavour of halva that the tahini paste delicately imparts.
Cooking time: 20 minutes/ 2 hours to set
Difficulty: very easy
|*detail* a beautiful mosaic|
|dark chocolate, tahini, fresh mint & sesame|
I have never been to Lebanon, but this beautiful and rich country has been etched in my heart for many years...forever. How could I ever forget this exquisite Song of Salmon from the Bible?
'You are altogether beautiful, O girl companion of mine, and there is no defect in you.
'With me from Leb′a‧non, O bride, with me from Leb′a‧non may you come. May you descend from the top of Anti-Leb′a‧non, from the top of Se′nir, even Her′mon, from the lairs of lions, from the mountains of leopards.
'You have made my heart beat, O my sister, [my] bride, you have made my heart beat by one of your eyes, by one pendant of your necklace.
'How beautiful your expressions of endearment are, O my sister, my bride! How much better your expressions of endearment are than wine and the fragrance of your oils than all sorts of perfume!
'With comb honey your lips keep dripping, O [my] bride. Honey and milk are under your tongue, and the fragrance of your garments is like the fragrance of Leb′a‧non.
'A garden barred in is my sister, [my] bride, a garden barred in, a spring sealed up.
'Your skin is a paradise of pomegranates, with the choicest fruits, henna plants along with spikenard plants; spikenard and saffron, cane and cinnamon, along with all sorts of trees of frankincense, myrrh and aloes, along with all the finest perfumes; [and] a spring of gardens, a well of fresh water, and trickling streams from Leb′a‧non.
'Awake, O north wind, and come in, O south wind. Breathe upon my garden. Let its perfumes trickle.
'Let my dear one come into his garden and eat its choicest fruits.'