This reminds me of a time, decades ago, when I was at a party at a Lebanese-American home. The hostess set a plate of raw meat down on the table, then walked away. I watched with alarm as a 4 year old little girl sidled up to the table, and began nibbling little pinches of what I thought was raw hamburger. “Oh, honey, you don’t want to do that, you’ll get sick!” She just smiled at me and kept nibbling. I hurried off to find her mother, and she explained it was ok, it was kibbeh nayyeh. Yes, they all had good, but indulgent, chuckle at my expense.
This reminds me of a time, decades ago, when I was at a party at a Lebanese-American home. The hostess set a plate of raw meat down on the table, then walked away. I watched with alarm as a 4 year old little girl sidled up to the table, and began nibbling little pinches of what I thought was raw hamburger. “Oh, honey, you don’t want to do that, you’ll get sick!” She just smiled at me and kept nibbling. I hurried off to find her mother, and she explained it was ok, it was kibbeh nayyeh. Yes, they all had good, but indulgent, chuckle at my expense.