It begins with the meat of five full lambs, three vast cauldrons of sticky rice, heaps of toasted cashews and pistachios and tender slivers of grilled liver.
Add the love of 15 Libyan mothers whose faces, furled with worry, betray their deepest fears — that their sons, out their on the frontline against far better armed forces of Moammar Gadhafi, will not come home tonight.
One last ingredient: faith. The abiding belief that their cause is righteous, and whatever the odds, Allah will see them through.
That was the scene Friday morning at an industrial kitchen in the rebel stronghold of Benghazi, where a clutch of moms — all volunteers — were determined to fill the bellies of their freedom-fighting children with the best Libya has to offer.