The sea breeze carries the mixture of moist yellow Sahara dirt , mixed with orange blossom essence , right to my nostrils , following an open pathway to my soul . I hear my mom , her mom , and all my ancestors whispering , “ There is no measurement .”
How would you quantify bliss ? Can you calibrate pleasure ? This concept just doesn ’ t belong . Add drops of the powerful and subtle orange blossom essence — until the flavor that hits your palate is reminiscent of the heart and soul of Tunisia . That ’ s your recipe . Nothing else is needed to share this experience with your friends . I mix the sugar , lime , mint , and orange blossom potion to taste , until we are all smiling . That ’ s your measurement , and next time each one of us concocts this Mediterranean fruit salad — an assembly of the simplest ingredients on earth — look for the smiles . That ’ s how you know .
“ That ’ s your recipe . Nothing else is needed to share this experience with your friends .”
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