My mother and I in the garden of our Tripoli home, circa 1995.Libya is the land of insatiable hunger. Our dishes differ in many ways, but their foundation is more or less similar: roots, history and love. You can taste the North African sunshine and clean groundwater on the vegetables. The multitude of spices is strange to foreign tongues, but equally as savoured. Our meat, whether tender or dry, sponges up the aromatic sauces it accompanies. All this, and more. How could you ever know satisfaction? I was a hungry child. My white brick, one floor Tripoli home knew two […]