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…
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