The Machine, The Story And The Thyme | 3 Years Later

How a Nostalgic Melody and a Vintage Truck Sparked a Lebanese Food Revolution

I’ve always been amazed by food trucks. A truck’s purpose is to move people or things from point A to point B — yet when I see one cooking food, creating an experience, and connecting people, it feels like magic. It brings me back to my childhood in Beirut and Bkaatouta, where a white and blue ice cream truck would roll past my grandmother’s house.

The moment I heard its jingle from miles away, my salivary glands would go into overdrive. That was the Pavlov effect in full force. I’d rush to my grandmother, Teta Marie, begging for a few Lebanese Lira, and then fix myself at the window like a trained sprinter, waiting for the right second to dash toward the truck.

Teta Marie. I miss her a lot.

We say Teta in Lebanese — it means grandmother, but it really means home.

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