Arriving in heaven more than once

Legend has it that back in the day when the prophet Mohammed was wandering about he sighted Damascus from a hill top nearby the town but declined to enter the city saying that a man can only enter in to heaven once. It may well be sacrilicious, as Homer once said, to say this but the hummus in Damascus is bordering on the divine. In the small street where I am saying there are about five hummus places in the space of a couple of hundred metres. And when I say hummus place that is all they sell - and why would you mess with anything else when you can reach such perfection - served up on a square piece of cardboard covered in silver lining. You get a big dollop of rich, creamy hummus which is then weighed for the price. The master craftsman then shapes the hummus so that he can create a pool of olive oil in the middle, and place small slices of tomatoes in each of the four corners. A light dusty of paprika, some coriander leaves and a bit of lemon juice and voila !

Next door you can pick up your still piping hot fresh pita bread and you are ready to be taken to culinary heaven.