Seriously speaking, I can eat Mansaf every single day.
Mansaf, if you're wondering is the staple national dish of Jordan. It's comprised of emulsified-sun-dried-yogurt in a meaty broth (usually Lamb, but can be beef, goat, camel or chicken) Ordered by Ewwness factor from the most authentic to the least non-Jordanian
The dish is simple, the Mansaf (as stated above) is loosely sprayed over a plate of rice sprinkled with fried almonds, pine nuts and sometimes raisins with a hint of parsley.
But even though it's easy, and traditionally it's cooked by men (Men still claim their Mansaf to be far superior to that of women), you'd hardly find a single guy who has enough patience to actually do it. I know I have done it in the past, but it was very time consuming.
But thanks to the wonders of Marriage, (look-up "Domestication"), you can only imagine the look on my face when I opened my lunch box to find, yes yes ... Mansaf!
Lunch time is usually those 10 minutes that I carve out of my day to stuff something down my throat as I run around from one meeting to another, or from one fire to the next one, trying to put out.
Most of the time, my whole lunch consists of nothing more than a cup of coffee!
So you can imagine the look on my face as I look inside my brown bag to find Mansaf. The whole building was glowing with warm summer sunshine as my teeth started beaming with joy. This was no ordinary day
I silently made a make-shift "Do not disturb" post-it note, and stuck it on my door. Turned on to my favorite Jordanian radio station, and didn't even bother heating my feast. You see, hard-core mansaf fans, don't bother with the pleasantries of modern life. Room temperature Jameed (the soup part of Mansaf) is just as delicious as the super heated one that comes off the Man sized pot that is traditionally used to cook Mansaf.
Seconds later, I was floating over views of the old buildings of Amman, with overcrowded mountain sides, of one building on top of the other and the wonderful noises of downtown (I regret cursing them now). And one time when I was lost somewhere in Al Jofeh, only to discover myself on a side of a cliff at Maghreb prayer time. Then the Adhan of a 1000 minarets started echoing from every direction as I stopped to take off my jacket. I almost fell to my knees in awe at the amazing feeling.
I guess, Mansaf is that tiny piece of Jordan that I can take with me anywhere around the world, then consume it while floating atop the old building in Amman.