March 26
steps 12,000
Friday, we decided to go to St. Elias Lebanese Food and Culture Festival in Birmingham at St. Elias Maronite Catholic Church. The day was cloudy but bright. The mood was festive. We called the day before as there was no drive-up line. A guy in the office offered to meet us in front of the church with cross and take our order and cc. He delivered it to us. We sat in the car and ate right there in front of the church.
Our food order was $57, but we have eaten from it twice. This will feed us for two more meals.
I had the grilled chicken plate with 1/2 grilled chicken, pita bread, rice, and green beans cooked in tomato and spices. I ordered a meat pie. It is sort of like a very fat fried pie or hand pie. Plus, I ordered bread, savory. I did not expect flat bread, like pita with a filling. It is okay and should be my lunch or dinner tomorrow. The rice was wonderful. I only ate breast. Tommy will get a meal or two from the remainder.
Tommy had baked kibbee plate. Kibbee is ground chuck with spices and baked in a dish and cut into diamond shapes. He also had the green beans and rice.
We discussed desserts. The ice cream had nuts, so I did not want to take a chance. Tommy wanted a doughnut. I wanted a bite. He said to order one for me. "But, I might not like it." He said he would eat it. The doughnuts had no hole. It was the shape and larger than a Honey Bun, not round. The outside was crispy and the inside was dense. We both ate our doughnut right then except for a small piece I brought home.
There was a list of the foods and ingredients. Lebanese use a lot of cinnamon, so I was afraid Tommy would reject things because of the cinnamon. I reminded him I used cinnamon in my spaghetti, and it never tasted like cinnamon. He made no comments about the taste.
stelias.org/wp-content/uploads/2025/04/2025-Festival-Food-Descriptions.pdf
About twenty years ago, I was invited along with other friends to a home in Birmingham. Dinner would be whatever each person wanted to order and pay for. I had a salad that was drenched in lemon juice which I ate. The next morning when I awoke at home in Cullman, I could not see my ears because my face was so swollen. I was not taking a chance today.
I mentioned this to man who helped us. He nodded and said the Lebanese use lemon juice like we do olive oil. No, no way to avoid it in my order.
There was a list of souvenirs, including a coin skirt. This baffled me. The guy who helped us was standing there when I saw a young woman with something sheer with gold trinkets around the edge. When asked, he said it was for dancing. I really wanted one of those. Next time! No, not going to dance. Okay, maybe.
Have you ever been to a Lebanese Food Festival?