Memories from my Mother’s Kitchen

Growing up in a Palestinian home was never boring. I mean this in the sense that there was always so much going on, lots of family, sisters and brothers, gatherings, and plenty of food. Our table was always filled with so much selection, I don’t know how my mother kept it up, treating us to so much wonderful variety. We always had a plate of labneh, olives, cucumbers, and radishes on the table, and za’atar, too. Chickpeas were also pretty much at every dinner, and they were prepared in so many ways.