It’s so loaded with memories for me. Happy memories that evoke bittersweet emotions, pangs of nostalgia and heavy sighs.
You see, it was one of the dishes my dad invented for our weekly Friday barbecue, which we had for decades without fail at our magical family home in the beautiful Egyptian countryside just outside Cairo. I wrote lots of words about this in a previous, extremely feel-y post, which you can read here if you can handle my sappy overflow of emotions. *Sniff*
I’ll just talk about the actual dish here today, because my pregnancy hormones are raging and I really don’t want to drown my keyboard at the moment. I’ll save my daily quota of tears for tonight’s episode of the Egyptian Ramadan drama series we are watching this month….