We have no more Za'atar

If you're Lebanese, Syrian or somewhere else in the Middle East where this is commonly eaten, you know being out of Za'atar is bad. I mean I could pick some up at Akhavan, but my hubby is fussy as to the Za'atar he likes. It has to be the one from a particular village in Syria. I still have not been able to retain this.

Lucky for him, last fall when a friend travelled home, she brought him back as a gift, a large bag of his favourite seasoning. We finished it this week. The sad part is this morning I was pining to make an omelette with Za'atar and Kashkaval cheese. There isn't enough Kashkaval to make anything and there is no more Za'atar. *sigh* 

Considering my strict diet, there isn't much I can eat, and I get so disappointed when what I want to eat is not available.  I know I sound like a whiner.

The biggest problem in my life today is not having instantly the food I want, when others want a more basic human right, like freedom. Freedom to assemble, freedom to hold unpopular ideas, freedom to say things against the government, freedom knowing that no matter what I blog about, I won't be tossed in jail.