Between the ages of seven and ten I lived in the dusty city of Damascus, in a large, cool house with fountains, palm trees and white fan-tailed pigeons in the garden. When I was not making mud houses in the dust with the gardener s children, or being grilled by my strict Scots governess, I spent my time in the kitchen. I loved nibbling the freshly made flat bread and tasting the sharp-flavoured apricots which dried in the sun on the flat roof outside. I liked seeing the basket of unusual fruit and vegetables which the cook brought in from the market, and I thought that ladies’ fingers’, which they called okra, was the most strange and magiçal vegetable of them all. Now you can buy them fresh in any town or city where there is a Cypriot or Indian community, so here is an easy way to use them.
Rub the chicken breasts with the crushed garlic, salt, pepper and
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