With temperatures hitting triple digits, tomatoes in Gaza have ripened to perfection. Prince Albert proclaimed he would feed the kingdom with shrimp gumbo. A trip to the store for crab, shrimp, spices and okra while a pot full of tomatoes cooked on the outdoor stove, made the whole hood crazy with the aroma of Cajun cooking. The Muslim Brotherhood next door, the Jews in Little Israel on our other side, had to deal with the flavors of good home cooking going on in Gaza.
This comes after their feast days of Ramadan and Rosh Hashana. And of course they're pissed. Once the smells of cajun gumbo float by, there is no going back to mutton and garbanzo beans. It's a known fact that Cajun food will turn you into a shrimp lovin', crab eating heretic of Middle Eastern foods.
We filled our bowls with rice, then ladled over mouth-watering cajun sauce brimming with creole sausage, crab meat and shrimp. With warm crusty French bread to sop up the juices, the bellies of Gazans filled out to plump tightly stretched barrels.
Tomorrow, chili verde with fresh tomatillos will stew until tender. It is enough to make a rabbi want to eat bacon after smelling tender pork pieces simmering in homemade chili verde. Let alone send a burka-bitch on a quest for pig meat disguised as goat.
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