Since Jews in Lebanon weren’t allowed to own property, Sheila’s family rented their apartment permanently, never fearing eviction. The balcony was an essential part of their home, where her mother dried lamb sausages, orange peels for jam, and apricots stuffed with almonds.
Some neighbors without ovens had their pastries baked at the bakery. From their balcony, Sheila, her sister Paula, and their cousin Stella would watch the parade of trays, observing raw pastries going into the oven and returning golden brown.
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