As a kid, and honestly up until recently, I used to watch my mother cook and I thought that the day that I would be able to cook anything like her would be Fil Mish Mish.
Fil Mish Mish translates to: When Apricots Bloom. Sounds pretty, right? But in reality, it kind of has this When Pigs Fly meaning to it. Ha!
Thankfully, I’ve come a long way with my skills in the kitchen. Alhamdulilah.
Cooking for me has consisted of TONS of attempts, many fails, and some great successes. It’s not easy following vague measurement-less recipes that have been passed down for generations.
So for a lot of my posts, I take one of my mama’s recipes and write it down, step by step, measurement by measurement…or at least, I try. 🙂
I hope you all enjoy!