Shakshuka

A memory of tall tales, and a recipe from Rumi by Joseph Abboud

I wrote at the weekend about my parents individual influence on my love of food. In broad strokes mum did it through cooking and dad through, not cooking; introducing me to restaurants that didn’t have kids menus, and not a laminator in sight. But I perhaps neglected the dish he did cook, shakshuka.

I was reminded of this recently, reading Rumi by Jose…