The House
It began in an old Lebanese house—stone walls, a tiled roof, windows always open to the sun and the breeze. A house that was never quiet. There was always a sound—laughter, the clink of a coffee cup, and Teta’s voice from the kitchen.
Our Story
Teta’s Hands
Teta knew that love is something you cook. And that recipes aren’t just ingredients—they’re stories. She would stand by the pot, stirring with her hand, and say: “This is how my mother used to make it… and this is how the story continues.” In Teta’s hands, recipes came alive.
Jiddo’s Patience
And Jiddo? He was the steady ground, sitting beneath the pomegranate tree in the courtyard, watching time pass gently. He knew that everything beautiful needs patience. And that the pomegranate—like life—is hard on the outside, but inside, full of goodness.
Why We Started
We grew up in that house. We grew up on the scent of preserved foods, on the sound of spoons, on the belief that food isn’t just to fill you—food is to gather you. Zaher el Remmen is the Lebanon we’re afraid of losing—so we turned it into flavor, scent, and story. Because some things, if we don’t preserve them with our own hands, they disappear.
And like the pomegranate—we open them… and we share them.