Sfiha Baalbakiye- Miniature Minced Lamb Pies, Baalbeck & Wine Country
Family road trips or even day trips can be mind-blowing. I mean that in a good way. I really really do.
As we are always up for a good laugh, a good cry or just a good mental breakdown, we decided that we would make a day trip to Baalback, all of us, together, in one car. This day trip would include my father, my step-mother Aliona, her daughter Alina, my brother Eli, and let’s not forget me.
Baalbeck is home to some of the biggest temples ever built by the Romans. The age of the ruins is in fact a colossal enigma as little is known about the original Canaanite temple ruins they were built upon. Many archaeologists consider it to be a true wonder of the ancient world.
We woke up at the crack of dawn which if you’re me, that’s around 7:30-8:00 am. I’m more of a night owl, you see. According to my father, we had one hour to be ready. We needed to leave the house by 9:00 am tops and that would ensure we were in Baalbeck by 11:00 am. He had failed to mention that there was another hour of waiting while he finished combing his bald head and drinking the nth cup of coffee which only seemed to be having a reverse effect. A few dozen “yalla dad!” and we were on our way desperately trying to catch up with time.
The largest stone in the world still left in the quarry. It was destined by the Romans to be the podium of the Jupiter Temple, which was never completed. It weights about 1,000 tons.
Not before long, someone in the car (it might have been me) yells out “I’m hungry!” My father enthusiastically responds, “oho! We will stop at Hajje she makes the best mankoushe 3al saj (Manakeesh are Lebanese breakfast pizza spread with olive oil & dried thyme and/or cheese or mince meat, often cooked on a saj or a metal convex dome heated from beneath).
So, there you have it we stopped at Hajje’s, had the best mankoushe and gladly wasted another thirty minutes admiring her Mouneh.
We were on our way again, listening to great tunes put together by Chris (the hubby), happily stuffed and awake at last, my father resuming his purpose of being karakose (in other words clown). We were all laughing, throwing out the occasional lame joke, having a go at each other, when dad unconsciously decides to point out his favorite place to stock up on mouneh.
Yea, you guessed it- we pulled over A.G.A.I.N. I was already overweight in baggage going home but that wasn’t going to stop me; I needed some more allspice, some kishk, some chamomile, some… How’s a girl to survive the winter, man!?
Another thirty minutes wasted. Check. I won’t go into anymore details but we also managed to stop at some store along the main highway to pet the monkeys for a couple of squeals before stopping A.G.A.I.N for sweets.
We finally reached Baalback, it was past lunch time and all the culinary places we were told to visit by a local representative had already prepared their food for the day, so there was nothing to show. Luckily we still had the butcher to visit. The local representative had told dad about the best butcher in Baalback for Sfiha. So we visited him and he quickly rustled up the meat filling, before sending us off to the bakery.
It is very customary in Lebanon to have your meat prepared at home or at the butcher’s before taking it to the bakery to be spread on dough for manakeesh. Very often, women will prepare their own mixtures of olive oil and zaatar (wild thyme) before taking it early in the morning to the baker who will have the dough ready to be spread. Sfiha, is a version of the Lahm b Ajeen or meat except it is not spread like a pizza but made into little miniature pies. The below video shows you what all went into making those delicious Sfihas.
By now it was already around half past three in the afternoon. We were short on time to visit the ruins in Baalbeck so the snaps above were taken from outside and don’t do it any justice whatsoever. It is far more impressive to walk through and around the temples. Luckily, I managed to find a video on YouTube that shows you around.
We also had a good plan for the afternoon. We were going to keep to the plan no matter what, because it was a very important plan. It was the happy hour plan.
It would take us another forty-five minutes before we would reach Lebanon’s best kept secret-the wine country. That is if we didn’t find anymore reasons to stop.
We drove through the vineyards of the southern Beqaa Valley; we were headed to Chateau Ksara.
Lebanon is one of the oldest sites for wine production in the world. One can find numerous references to it in ancient biblical scriptures. An excerpt from Hosea 14:7 reads, ” They that dwell under his shadow shall return; they shall revive as the corn, and grow as the vine: the scent thereof shall be as the wine of Lebanon.”
There are numerous wineries in Lebanon but I would say the three most notable are Chateau Ksara, Chateau Musar and Chateau Kefraya. Chateau Ksara is the biggest winery in Lebanon, providing all 70% of the countries production. The most notable and widely consumed wine in Lebanon from Ksara is the Sunset Rose.
I can attest to that, as I’ve had more than my fair share.
The second biggest but probably more popular winery is Chateau Kefraya. We went back to visit it on another day, but tours had been closed. Our time keeping is exceptionally unkept.
Chateau Musar, is probably best known abroad, having won numerous awards, with its first international discovery in Bristol, U.K at the Bristol Wine Fair of 1979 . It is said the secrets of wine making were taught to the Hochar family (proprietors of Chateau Musar) by the French, during the French mandate of Lebanon.
Pouring Ksara Sunset at the wine tasting.
Finally! If you managed to make it through my seemingly endless verbal voyage and you’ve not drunk yourself to sleep yet, then here is the recipe for Sfiha. I congratulate you…