It’s like a party in a pot! What’s better than soup on a cold day in winter? Sometimes, I come home late from work and when it’s cold outside I am not sure what to cook for my family to warm them up. I usually open the fridge to look at what I have that I can throw together into…
Crunchy, creamy, and flavorful; a potato lover’s dream! My family LOVES potatoes! Especially fries! Some nights, I don’t know what to cook and my family wants a quick meal. This time, I made Middle Eastern Loaded Fries! What makes it Middle Eastern, you say? The delicious spices and tahini sauce! The fun thing about this meal is that you can…
Spiced chicken topped with sautéed onions. Plate this over stone baked bread and you have a marvelous, authentic Palestinian meal! Once upon a time, my father came home from work carrying 15 chickens and asked my mother to make Musakhan for the next day. My mother surprisingly asked him why he needed all of these chickens for her to make…
A deliciously spicy tomato and egg dish to start off your morning! I can never forget the first time I had Bayd wa Bandoura! I was around 11 years old and I was visiting my grandparents in Palestine. My dearest uncle wanted to make me a special breakfast dish. He called it, “Shakshuka”. The name made me laugh. As a young child,…
A simple and filling breakfast or side dish for any potato lover! I was raised in the Middle East. Overseas, we used to eat together as a family three times during the day: breakfast, lunch, and dinner. If one of my family members missed breakfast, then he/she would not miss lunch or dinner. Family time was very important, and it’s…
Cauliflower, the broccoli of the Middle East. Balancing the responsibilities of life can get chaotic. Wearing the many hats of educator, mom, wife, daughter, and chef is all in a day’s work. Sometimes, the toughest part about my day is figuring out what I want to cook for my family for dinner. There are days when I plan out a…
Spinach Pies: a taste of Palestine, aromas from the homeland. As a child, the moment I would step out of the school bus, I was able to smell my mom’s fatayr bi sabanikh. The mouthwatering aroma of the spinach pies would envelope me as I ran up the stairs of our building and into our home. I used to love…