by Samiha Olwan on (#6FSRH)
Last time I visited from Australia, Ibtisam remained calm as I trembled through an Israeli attack. This time it is very differentWe are not special," Ibtisam, my mother-in-law says, and it is as if I am beside her, trembling, while she calmly pours the summakiya into the plates. The smell of it brings some comfort. It is the smell of home.I remember my mother's summakiya as if its smell and taste suffuse my kitchen now, although it, and she, are lost to me. I regret not writing her recipe before she died. It is 10 years since I left home in Gaza and settled in Perth, where I became a mother and learned to make all her dishes - but not her summakiya. The whole neighbourhood of Tuffah knew Huwayda's summakiya was the best! She was invited to make the dish at every wedding. Despite being a refugee, her family displaced to Gaza in 1948, she perfected the Gazan traditional dish. Continue reading...