The snow, is snowing, the lablebi is blowing and I can't rather the storm, what do I care how much it may storm, I've got my lablebi to keep me warm...

lablebi façon namnamfood

In Tunisia with my punk gnawiya each night is an exotic tale which words fail to explain...

 ...curry vert d'okras/ladyfingers et d'amandes fraîches façon let's pogo with our ancestors!

Laissez parler les petits épinards, à l'occasion, sans mettre de lard, puissent-ils un soir, épinards du hasard, vous consoler...

... façon spring me up, before you go-go, don't leave me hanging on  like a yoyo!

Curry arc-en-ciel de choux-fleur et de pois-chiches...

...façon Melba is the night tender pluriel?

If I were a rectangle, hope you would be a triangle said the sad-singer-sad ou tarte à la verdure parce que Luke Skywalker vote pour les verts

Quiches aux légumes de saison façon pour Camille, pour Clarisse, pour Daria, Sara, Cilgia, Sévane, Nada, Joke, Danielle, Helga, Audra, Mona, Safiya, Johanna, Anneli, Ragnagna... Joséphine, Germaine, Gertrude, Andrée, Benoite, pour mes amies les filles!

On a mangé ce que j’avais un peu de lentilles, beaucoup de Bohême, nous pensions comme à 20 ans devenir des géants, de nos points de vue ça ou sans argent, c’était du pareil au même… Et cette fameuse fin de semaine qui depuis qu’on vit là-bas nous revient trente fois par mois ; Et nos soirées qui n’en finissent pas, nos sonos qui branlent-bas de combats et nos nuits blanches toujours certaines...

Dhal de lentilles corail façon dans les règles de l’artiste 

OOOOOH! what zucchinis, I've never seen any like that, what beauties, lovely, firm and fat, ooooh what beauties, green, yellow stuffed and all that, I've never dreamt of anything like that, OOOOOH, what beauties, let me shout, some seeing the size of it would pray and bark...

Courgettes farcies au riz safrané et à la feta façon some like it hot 

You said you wanted some lemon, you said you wanted some pepperoni, you said you wanted some chicken, and I gave you a fistful of my tomatoes. You said you wanted some magic, you said you wanted some glamour, you even said you wanted some marijuana, I said I'd treated you had I given you a drama. In and out, little mamma, in and out, little mamma, in and out

Poulet sauté aux poivrons et au citrons confits façon a group of fellers found a new kind of miou-zik, and the decided to call it.... jazz taradadada

I was cooking that chicken with no pepper, no oignon, no garlic. First I got the rosmarin, then the pickled lemon, no money bought me that, I took it from my sisters' kitchen. I was massaging the poultry with olive oil to make it orangy when it stood, gave me a frenchy, offered me a ring and took me dansing

Poulet au romarin et au citron confit façon le jardin de ma soeur

Pomegranate, fruit I dream about, my kitchen becomes gypsy-like when it is for you, my cooking, made from fantasy, my spices bunch of nostalgia, which I've come to bestow on you. Pomegranate, precious treasury I sung about during precious buffets, I have nothing to blame you for but an explosion of flavors made from oriental and mysterious dreams hidden under your marvelous peel. Pomegranate, fruit I dream about...

Hebet lake Geneva or lentilles du Puy à la grenade façon great Palestine

Cold in my bed, no spring to pacify my head, feeling like a lost old thing, wished I was not such a dumhead... what did I do, daddy, to be so green in blue?

Comfort Mloukhiya façon les tatawettes de la Marsa

Hey lovely boy from that far far city, you gimme cauliflower ears when your voice gets to hit me, I swallow my lips, swing my hips and dig in my dips when you kiss me, so sweet funny boy from that far far city, come and make some noise so your gardens lead my …

Curry de choux-fleurs, pois mange-tout au piment thaï et au sésame façon yiiiii haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!

Me : I really want a risotto You : But baby it’s cold outside....

Me : I really want a risotto
You : But baby it’s cold outside.
Me : I gotta eat a risotto!
You : But baby it’s cold ouside
Me : Of a risotto I dream
You : Been hoping it would’nt pop in...
Me : So very often
You : I’ll cook you a soup, you hands are like ice
Me : My mother would do a risotto,
You : Beautiful I’m so sorry...
Me : My father would rush to the store...
You : Listen to the wind roar!
Me : So really you’d better hurry
You : Beautiful please, I’m so sorry
Me : Well, maybe then just a piece of cheese?
You : Put your napkin on while I slice!
Me : You know I want a risotto...
You : But baby, it’s so far up here
Me : Er, gimme more of that garlic cheese !!!
You : Yes but then, no way you get out of here...
Me : I wish I knew why,
You : Coz' your breath is like garlic now
Me : All I wanted was a risotto...
You : Here, have a glass of red wine
Me : I ought to say no, no, no sir
You : Mind if I move closer ?
Me : Only if you cook me a risotto
You : Oh what’s the sense, are you still hungry now ?
Me : I really want a risotto
You : oh baby, it’s too cold outside
risotto ai funghi misti façon really, sometimes, you'd better do it yourself!

I know you like that crazy green curry, at my place you'll always find it so baby don't worry, you can even bath in it for enjoyment instead of taking showers, I swear, you'll see it does make sense just as much as when you asked me last time about eating flowers cuz you know I like that crazy green curry, I know you like that crazy green curry

Cari vert de poulet aux haricots mungo et aux herbes fraîches (basilic, menthe, coriandre) façon Lorenzaccio

I reiterate, when you're gifted, then you're twisted, these are facts, I am sometimes blind, in all of he world so far,I only see the stars. But who is the poppyseed of my kitchen? Who is all ginger and jazz? Who has glamours onion butts? Who has a chili nose, chocolate toes, and takes a saffron pose? Fingers in the jar and wham, bam, shalabam, one shot, no guns and here I am

Cabillaud au gingembre et au basilic façon Orelsan

I'm gonna shrink my knees and pull my stockings up and all that shrimp, and all that shrimp, start de helicopter I know a fishy spot, where the water is cold but the bodies are hot! It's just a shrimpy dump, where there's a funky sound, and all that jazz.No, I'm no one's friend but oh, I it's ok I have my own brand, and all that jazz, that jazz

Mie goreng façon god of cookery 

My heart is like an artichoke, you could eat my petals one by one, I'll keep asking for more and more, please peel my petals one by one

Artichauts et pommes de terre sautés à l'ail et au citron confit façon premer baiser échangé sur la plage en été...

Well good morning my namnamfriends, today we shall discuss the mushrooms. How many of you like mushrooms? Very good... that looks like all of you? All righty, have a seat beside me, eat slow, you can do this, let's go!

Pizza aux champignons de saison façon running, clouded up, head won't decline

Sweet Mister Mustard dances in the dark, sings in the park hoping to find chicken and green beans so he can fart (my kids said so)

 Poulet à la moutarde, tomates confites et purée de pommes de terre et de fèves façon joyeux anniversaire Mamy!

God has no mercy on the lambs

Agneau de Zanzibar et kacha rose façon come in my secret lab