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Fermented Turnip Pickles
Between what’s been going on at home and all the upheaval in Europe, it has made for an exhausting week. I am tired; my body, my mind, my soul, my heart, everything is exhausted and everything hurts.
It sounds selfish of me as I complain about my first world problems at home while others are facing real problems across the seas. What’s happening to the people of Syria is tragic, having to risk life and your loved ones to flee from your home, your country, maybe the only life you’ve known to a strange place, a new place that could be a safe haven for a new life but at the mercy of others.
The image of that little boy washed up on the Turkish beach was heart breaking. I cannot imagine the pain of the father who had to bury his sons and his wife. And it doesn’t stop with him, there are so many of them.
It’s been quite numbing to read all the comments from people on this crisis. There are some beautiful people out there with kind souls who want to help and want their governments to help. There are also a lot of ugly people out there. I have read my fair share of mean and nasty comments from these individuals.
The fact is, unless you’ve been in their shoes, or know of someone in this situation, you cannot understand. Many don’t have the ability to empathise; to put themselves in that situation and try to feel what another person could be feeling.
I understand or at least try to understand everyone’s point of view. I know what taking in refugees means to a country, it’s a burden on their social system, their healthcare and their taxes. I understand why so many are unwilling to take on this responsibility.
I understand that all these refugees may not be all what they say they are, some are truly without homes and some are opportunists. But, all you have to do is Google the images in Syria, there is nothing but rubble. Where are these people supposed to go? They didn’t start this war. Why are they being punished?
My best friend’s husband is from Syria. His family is still there. Another close friend of mine is Palestinian with most of her family in Syria. They have been refugees twice, thrown out of their home country and now country-less again. I know these families, I have eaten with them, talked with them, laughed with them, they are my friends. My heart breaks for their suffering and for all the others like them.
To know people from these oppressed countries casts a different light on your thoughts and your emotions. You see things from their perspective and not from what the media wants to tell you. You know the truth.
In my comfortable home here, all I can do is donate and contribute what I can. Every little bit helps.
On the house front, my teen daughter is having typical 14 year old melt downs and my son broke is arm skateboarding.
****SIGH****
We’re going to chat about these teen meltdowns soon, but it will be in another post because honestly, I don’t understand today’s youth.
At all.
There seems no good segue into the recipe so this will have to do. Pickles…love them or hate them?
I like them, maybe even love them. It all depends on the pickle, the method and the usage. I’m not one to buy a huge pickle at the movie theatre and bite a chunk and pass it a round to the family (this actually happened at a movie we went to see once, a family sitting in front of us, had one pickled cucumber and they passed it amongst the mom, dad and teen son. Needless to say, I was more fixated on this pickle passing than the movie)
I love pickles on my hamburger, relish on my hotdog if I’m forced to eat one, pickles in my egg salad, in my potato salad, pickled turnips and cucumbers in my shawarma. I love Indian pickled mangoes and limes, I love preserved lemons and Italian assorted pickled vegetables. I think I’m just not a fan of pickled seafood because I’m not really a big fan of un-pickled seafood and so, I very much doubt I’d like it sour.
Fermentation has become quite popular these days because of the health benefits of eating fermented foods. Sauerkraut, kimchi, kombucha are all “in” things. And why not? If they are good for your tummy, we should consume a few to make our guts happy.
Kombucha is hit or miss with me. Sometimes I can tolerate it but most times it’s just awful. I rather eat kimchi and sauerkraut, and these lovely fermented turnip pickles.
Turnip pickles are a Middle Eastern thing. Most commonly stuffed inside a deliciously, spiced shawarma, they add a pleasing crunch and a salty, vinegary hit. I love them inside a shawarma; bright and tangy against the warm, spiced meat and the spicy, garlic sauce or tahini sauce.
When my farm stand carried these beautiful Hakurei turnips early summer, I picked up a few to try my hand at pickling/fermenting. If you are going to eat pickles, make them healthier by fermenting rather than using vinegar. Your gut will thank you.
This is a blue print for lacto fermenting almost any vegetable: carrots, beets, cucumbers, green beans and so on.
I can tell you about lacto fermentation and how it works and all, or I can just tell you to check out this great site, Nourished Kitchen, that I used to learn all about lacto fermentation. It has all the info on lacto fermentation, many recipes and tips.
My recipe is my adaptation from a few recipes I browsed. All were a little different but I wanted a small batch to try first so I adjusted a couple of recipes to get mine. It worked so I’m sharing it, two months later 🙂
Hakurei turnips are out of season now, but like I said, you can use any vegetable and regular turnips or beets. These are addictive. I can easily eat a whole turnip’s worth of slices from the jar.
The intial fermentation takes place in the jar on the counter. After about 5 days, we move the jar to the fridge. If your house is very warm, you only really need three days on the counter. Warmer temps speed up fermentation. You should see bubbles in the jar and you may have to open up your jar every few days to release some of the gases.
I left my jar on the counter for 7 days because my kitchen stays pretty cool. I opened the jar every couple of days to release the gas. After 7 days, I placed the jar in the fridge.
The pickles are still great, only a few left but they are nice and sour. The longer they ferment, the more sour they will get. I have a few turnips left in the fridge and I’m going to use some of the fermented brine to jumpstart another jar of pickled turnips.
You might see some funky stuff float to the top but if they smell pleasantly acidic and fermented, then they are fine.
There is a lot of information out there about fermentation. Some require whey to start the lacto fermentation, some need a lot of salt, some say not a lot of salt….yeah, lots of information. All I can say is, this equation worked for me.
So, if you want to have a go at making a small batch of fermented pickles, here’s how I did it.
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- 2 cups/475ml spring water
- 1 tablespoon sea salt
- 4 small turnips, cut into strips
- 1 beet, cut into strips
- 2 grape leaves, to keep pickles crisp and under the brine
- 1 quart/ 950ml Ball jar/preserving crock, can use a larger jar too.
- Heat the spring water and the salt together until the salt dissolves.
- Allow the brine to cool completely.
- Add the cut up turnips and beets to the jar.
- Add them in tightly.
- Once the brine has cooled, pour into the jar carefully.
- You may not need all the brine.
- Cover all the turnips and the beets and leave an inch or two from the top of the jar if possible.
- The fermentation will cause gases to form so a little room is needed on the top.
- Place the grape leaves over the top of the turnips.
- I used a fork to gently tuck and wrap the leaves around the edges, making sure all the turnips are submerged in the brine.
- Out the lid on the jar and lightly tighten.
- Set out on the counter top for 5-7 days.
- If your kitchen is very warm, move into the fridge after 3 days.
- Check to see if bubbles are forming after 2-3 days.
- Unscrew the jar to release the pressure and tighten again.
- Make sure the turnips stay submerged, add more brine if needed to cover.
- Make sure the grape leaves help keep the turnips submerged.
- Pickles are ready after about a week or so.
- Keep them in the fridge.
- They will get more sour the longer they ferment.
You can add chilli flakes or whole chillies to spice these pickles up.
As long as the pickles smell pleasantly fermented, they are doing well.
How’s your week been? This week has started off with a three day weekend so it’s been nice! Didn’t get up to the mountains but did a bit of cooking, a bit of shopping and a lot of eating!
Hope your weekend was great!
Jujeh Kebabs and Baghali Polo
Growing up in a household of 6 children was noisy to say the least. My youngest 2 brothers were definitely boys, loud, active and generally just a pain in the neck. My mother was kept busy by their antics, and boyish tendencies of inquisitiveness, rowdiness and poop humorousness.
A flat in Central London was probably not the best place for active boys but we managed. It was a very large flat with huge ceilings and long hallways. These hallways were a favourite of theirs and they would sprint up and down them. There was no such thing as a leisurely stroll or long distance marathon, it was always the 100 metres dash.
The flat may have been large and palatial but the floors were still paper thin under the thundering charge of boys, racing their cars or their Star Wars X Wing fighters or whatever new toy was the flavour of the month.
The lady who lived in the flat below was none too pleased with the boys. But before you feel sorry for little old granny having to live with the constant noise of young boys hurtling down the hallways, let me tell you, she was no granny. That woman was rail thin, had a colourful mouth on her and might have been a tad racist. She had no problem beating up on the ceiling with her witchy broomstick cackling at the boys to quiet down and even had the nerve to fly up to our door one day and shriek at us. Little old British witches don’t take crap 🙂
We tried as hard as we could to control the boys but there really was no way to make 4 and 5 year old boys understand the plight of old, cranky women. So, my dad did the only thing he could, he offered to buy out the woman’s flat, cauldron and all, and told her to move on. She did.
We bought the flat downstairs, renovated it, and put it up for rent as an investment property. When it wasn’t housing tenants, it was hosting visiting family members from overseas. Great thing about the tenants was that they couldn’t complain about the noise even if they wanted to, we were the landlords. They had an amazing, fully decorated and furnished flat in Central London with great rent. I’d put up with the noise too.
When the older of my 2 younger brothers fell ill with childhood leukaemia, things suddenly went quiet. There was no more running up and down the halls, only running back and forth from hospital. Those 3 years were some of the hardest, for my little brother and for us. He eventually passed away, couldn’t fight the fight anymore, the endless medication, needles, radiation and gave up. My 6 year old brother lost his best friend and play mate. I lost one of the sweetest boys I’ve ever known.
Slowly, it took a lot of time to get over his death, we managed to resume life. My parents realised they still had 5 other kids to care for and raise. My older siblings were adults so they offered a lot of support to my parents. The house slowly began to hear the sound of laughter again, parties with friends and family.
Even with my older sister married and away, there were still 4 kids with school and school issues, and friends and drama. My youngest brother was still quite a trouble maker. He liked to harass the teachers and there were constant complaints about his behaviour. He and my sister didn’t get along either so there was a constant torrent of words to get them to stop fighting, or for him to unpin her from the floor where he kept are subdued by sitting on her. Then there would be more shrieks and scuffling as he threatened to toot on her whilst sitting on her! Yes, it was still noisy. Add to that friends coming over, my brother going out, the front door was a revolving door of activity. I kept myself busy, mainly had my nose stuck in my studies and most of the time, I’d escape to a friend’s house just to get away from the noise!
My older brother, when he wasn’t out with his friends, always had friends over. He had the bedroom near the front of the flat so his friends would just climb in through his window. It was also where they all smoked and there would always be a pile of cigarette butts right outside his window strewn all over the garden. His window was obscured by the trees and bushes in the garden area up front so they were able to keep themselves hidden.
Now, my brother’s friends were mainly all Iranians. Great guys, all of them. Not only were they handsome, especially to a 16 year old who insisted she liked tall, dark and handsome (but married short, very pale and cute), they were just wonderful people, they’re still wonderful because I’m in touch with a couple of them still. They visited when we moved to America and with Facebook, all things are possible.
So, these Iranian friends loved to eat. They loved my mother’s cooking and she would feed them all the time. My introduction to Persian food and cooking was through these friends.
The very first time I went to a Persian restaurant was with my brother and one of his friends. My sister and I had just returned from a trip to America and my parents had stayed behind to start the paper work for our eventual move. My brother picked us up from the airport and that night, it was Persian food for dinner.
The restaurant was a hole in the wall. Rustic, wooden tables with benches set up communal style. The clink and clank of glasses, patrons downing tart and bubbly doough, breaking off pieces of the big sheets of Iranian bread and wrapping up cheese and vibrant, aromatic herbs. There was lentil soup being slurped and mounds of glistening, bejewelled polos, heady with the scent of saffron and long metal swords filled with tender, juicy meats grilled to a luscious, golden brown. I was in heaven.
That day began my love affair with Persian food. My plate wasn’t even a fancy polo or anything involved, it was just the juiciest and most flavourful skewer of kobideh kebab and the most fairy light rice I’ve ever eaten. Since then, I’ve been eating it, researching it, cooking it and perfecting it.
I guess my love for Persian food was inevitable, after all my name is from the Persian language. It means “exquisitely beautiful” 🙂 I love telling people that here because I like to see them react, usually uncomfortably, because they don’t know what to say! I keep a very straight face when I tell them 🙂
I make Persian food at home all the time but have never really posted anything. I eat Persian food out all the time too, it’s one of my favourite cuisines to eat out.
I decided to finally post two recipes mainly because I found beautiful, fresh fava beans at the farm stand and wanted to make the dill and fava bean polo (pilaf/pullao) called baghali polo (baghali means bean in Farsi) In Houston, we used to frequent a hole in the wall Persian place with some amazing food but then they became quite the success and went from hole in the wall with butcher paper covering the tables to fancy, schmancy tablecloths and expensive wines. The food lost its appeal along the way but picked up some grand prices instead.
They used to have great dill rice with chicken jujeh kebabs. This jujeh kebab is simple, flavourful, aromatic and absolutely delicious. No huge list of ingredients for a marinade, no fussy prep, just simple, rustic meat on a grill.
The baghali polo is also simple but the addition of dill and saffron elevates the dish to a somewhat fancy standard. It’s very much at home as a Sunday or even a weeknight dinner, like we had, but equally at home on fine china celebrating a special occasion.
So, a side note about fresh fava beans, buy plenty! Three of the pods I shelled didn’t have even one fava bean! I bought 1.5 pounds of fava beans in their pods, and got one cup total. Buy at least 2 or even 3 pounds just to be safe! One cup of beans were enough for us because my kids don’t like too many beans. But if you like lots, I’d definitely use about 2 cups.
Now, a note on the dill; some recipes use A LOT of dill. The rice is green. Now, I like dill but it’s quite a strong flavour and also if you don’t happen to have access to a Persian store where they sell huge bunches of dill for a $1, you will easily spend $12 buying just the organic dill. I spent $4 for a handful of dill. But, it was enough and has enough flavour for us. So, you can definitely control the quantities. If you like mild dill flavour and a scattering of fava beans through out, you’ll like this recipe without changes. If you want a much stronger dill flavour and more beans, just increase the quantities. You can also use frozen favas and eliminate all the peeling of the tough outer skin and the uncertainty of empty pods. Use fresh dill though, not the dried stuff.
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Serves: 6-8 people
- Jujeh Kebabs
- 3 pounds/1.5kg boneless chicken breasts, medium size cubes
- 3 small onions or 1 large, in chunks
- juice of two lemons
- 1 tablespoon turmeric
- pinch of saffron threads, optional
- ½ stick/57g butter, melted
- 2 tablespoons oil, for brushing on
- salt and pepper
- wooden skewers, 10-15 bamboo ones or large metal ones
- Baghali Polo
- 3 cups/500g Basmati rice, soaked about 15 minutes
- 1 stick butter, melted
- 1 tablespoon oil
- 1 small onion, chopped
- 3 cloves garlic, minced
- 2 cups fresh, shelled or frozen fava beans
- 2 cups of fresh dill, tough stems removed
- a pinch of saffron threads
- 2 teaspoons advieh spice (or seven spice mix), optional
- water
- salt
- Jujeh Kebabs
- In the bowl of a food processor, throw in the onion chunks and whiz until pureed.
- In a large bowl, add the chicken cubes, the pureed onions, lemon juice, turmeric and the saffron threads, breaking them up between your fingers as you add them.
- Allow to marinate for about an hour, or while you prepare the rice.
- Once the polo is cooked, grill the chicken.
- Skewer about 5-7 pieces on a wooden skewer.
- Repeat till all the chicken is used up.
- Keep the same size pieces on the same skewer so they will cook at the same time.
- You can add bell peppers or onions to the skewer if desired but I find chicken cooks the best and most evenly when it's by itself.
- Fire up a grill and keep it at medium heat.
- You can also do these in the oven at 400F/200C
- Once the grill is heated and ready, grease the grates with some oil or spray.
- Brush the kebab skewers with some oil and sprinkle with salt.
- Place the prepared skewers on the hot grill.
- Grill 8-10 minutes on the first side and the flip and cook until done, another 6-8 minutes.
- Baste with the melted butter at intervals to keep the chicken moist.
- Some of the bigger chunks may take a little longer, about 12 minutes a side.
- Once the chicken is golden browned and nicely charred and is firm to the touch, remove from the heat and place under foil.
- Grilled tomatoes are a great and classic accompaniment to Persian kebabs.
- Baghali Polo
- Heat a large sauce pan on medium heat with a tablespoon of oil and 2 tablespoons butter.
- Drop in the chopped onions and sauté.
- While the onion is cooking, bring a small pot of water to boil.
- Drop the fava beans into the boiling water and cook about 5 minutes.
- Remove from the heat, and scoop out the fava beans into a bowl of ice water.
- This hot and cold trick with help loosen the thick skin around the fresh fava beans.
- If you are using frozen, buy the ones where they are peeled already.
- Remove the thick skin around the fava beans.
- If you squeeze gently, the tender fava bean should pop out of the skin quite easily.
- Place in a bowl to the side.
- Once the onions have caramelised and are golden, add the garlic and cook a minute.
- Add the shelled and peeled fava beans and toss around for a minute.
- Not too long since they are already blanched.
- Pull off the heat and place aside.
- Roughly chop the dill.
- Soak the rice for about 15 minutes.
- Heat a big pot of water to cook the rice.
- Once the water comes to a boil, add 3 teaspoon of salt and carefully add the drained and soaked rice a little at a time.
- Keep the water boiling and bubbling.
- Stir the rice carefully and at intervals.
- Once the rice grains have elongated and are ¾ done, they still have a bite, remove from the heat and drain with cold water running.
- Carefully run a little cold water over the rice to stop it from over cooking in the strainer.
- In the now empty pot, drizzle in 4 tablespoons of the melted butter into the bottom.
- Add half of the cooked rice and mix gently.
- Layer the onion and fava bean mixture and all of the dill.
- Place the remaining rice over the top in a mound.
- Crumble the saffron into the remaining 2 tablespoons of butter.
- Make vent holes in the rice using chopsticks or a wooden spoon handle.
- Sprinkle some water over the rice and into the vent holes.
- About a ¼ cup/60ml
- Pour the butter saffron mixture over the top of the rice.
- If you are using the advieh, a Persian spice mix, sprinkle it over the rice now.
- Place on low heat and steam for 20 minutes.
- After 20 minutes, remove from the heat and leave untouched for another 10 minutes.
- Don't open the lid, allow to steam.
- After 10 minutes, fluff up and mix the rice altogether.
- Place on a big dish, sprinkle with sumac and serve with the jujeh kebabs, and more butter if desired.
Have you tried Persian food? What is your favourite cuisine to eat out and to make at home?
So, thank you all so much for your kind comments on my last post. I felt a little guilty and bit of a fraud but totally humbled by all your kind words. I’m really not that good, or considerate or kind. There are so many others who deserve those titles. During Ramadan, we all try to be better and change our habits for the better for the rest of the year. We try, I try. It doesn’t always stick with me though. Still, I appreciate your kind words and I will try very hard to be the person you think I am!
Have a wonderful week, my friends!
Jalebi | Indian Sweet Fritters
It has been a hectic week! I don’t know how I’m still standing but I know it’s with much difficulty! I haven’t been able to visit my favourite blogs but I will catch up today! I’m also posting on a totally different day because my whole posting schedule has gone awry.
I worked 3 events back to back and one was a big grilling event for 75 people. I did that one while fasting on the most humid day Denver has seen so far! I am quite beat and I still had to cook and work yesterday (still fasting) I am questioning my choice of a job at the moment.
First and foremost, it is that time of the year again where the days seem endless and the nights fly by, also known as the holy Islamic month of Ramadan. The ninth month of the Isalmic calendar, the month of fasting, charity, good deeds, prayer and intense worship.
This is the month when the Holy Quran was first revealed to the Prophet Muhammad (peace be upon him) and it’s the month where we try to finish reading the Quran as many times as we can. The Islamic Centres have evening prayers where a portion of the Quran is recited every night for all the 30 nights, that way finishing the Quran in congregation.
The Quran is written in Arabic and that can be difficult for many and sometimes it is easy to go and join the congregation every evening. I try and read as much as I can in Arabic but since it’s not my first language, I struggle a little too. But the struggle is the reward.
The month of Ramadan is a reminder of the hardships that many face. We don’t eat from dawn to sunset. No water, no food, no cursing, no smoking, no sex and no fighting. It’s an exercise in self control. It’s a way to put ourselves in others lives who may not be as fortunate as us. We feel the thirst of the thirsty, we feel the hunger of the hungry, we feel the despair of the desperate, and the hopelessness of the oppressed. We volunteer as much as we can, we donate as much as we can, we pray for ourselves and for others, we also spend time reflecting on ourselves.
It is surprising, when we stop eating and stop thinking about food, how much time we have to focus on other things. It really does make you stop and think of others when the hunger pangs radiate throughout your body or your parched throat feels like sandpaper. It is humbling and heart breaking.
It is always an emotional time for me. I really try to focus on my hunger and thirst and try to feel what so many experince on a daily basis. It is enough to bring tears to my eyes. I cannot imagine how they survive, how little children feel this pain everyday, some for the entire length of their short lives.
We don’t have to go overseas to think about the less fortunate, here in America we have our own hungry and homeless. It’s unbelievable.
The pain of hunger and thirst also forces you to focus on your relationship with God. We increase our worship, our knowlege and strengthen our faith. This month is a time for renewal of our bodies, minds and souls.
Of course, 29-30 days of hunger and thirst then makes for a great celebration when it ends! Ramadan is not only about struggle and worship, it’s also about family and community.
It’s one of the best times for children and adults alike. The community dinners every night at the local Islamic Centres are a great unifying and fun nights for the whole family. We eat together, pray together and socialise together. I haven’t made it to any this year yet but I enjoy them when I go.
Since Ramadan is a celebration, a 30 day celebration, I wanted to post a sweet recipe today. We always celebrate with sweets.
These Jalebi are some of my favourites. They are a little bit like funnel cakes but crispy and syrup soaked and filled. Divine.
I’ve wanted to post this recipe for a long time now but getting around to making them and photographing them is where the struggle lies! The original way of making them is fermenting a flour and water mixture overnight and then frying the batter the next day.
I can’t plan that far ahead. It’s been crazy busy for me with events, work and Ramadan so planning anything more than a few hours ahead is impossible! Many people make a quick batter fermented with yeast and I decided to go this route. I had a few hours of free time so I mixed up a batter, went out to do some shopping and then came back to fry these babies up.
When sundown rolled around, I could finally try one! They were perfect. Crunchy, syrupy, heady with a saffron scent. These yeasted ones tasted just like the traditional ones and I was happy I could get them done in half the time.
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Serves: 3 dozen
- 2 cups/300g all purpose/plain flour
- ½ teaspoons salt
- 1 tablespoon sugar
- ½ teaspoon active dry yeast
- 2 tablespoons yoghurt
- 1½ cups/355 ml warm water
- Pinch of saffron
- Oil to fry
- Sugar syrup
- 3 cups/600g sugar
- 2⅔ cups/ 395 ml water
- 3 cardamom pods
- Pinch saffron
- Squeeze of lemon
- Start by making the jalebi batter so it can proof and rise.
- Mix the flour, salt, sugar, yeast and yoghurt together.
- Add the warm water until a pourable batter is formed.
- Set aside to get bubbly and doubled in size.
- I left mine for a couple of hours while I ran errands.
- One hour should be plenty.
- While the batter is resting, make the syrup.
- In a large 3qt sauté pan, bring the sugar and water to boil.
- Add the lemon juice, saffron and the cardamom.
- Let it simmer for about 9-15 minutes (took me 15)
- You need to get it to the thread stage.
- Once the syrup has reduced and is sticky, place to the side and fry the fritters.
- At the end of the hour, the batter should be bubbly and doubled in size.
- Thin with a little water if too thick .
- Should be a nice pourable, sticky (gelatinous ) batter.
- Pour into a squeeze bottle (half filled or else it will rise further and ooze out)
- Heat an electric skillet to 350F/180C or a medium sized fry pan on medium high.
- Fill with 1.5 inches of oil.
- Place a sheet tray with a rack close by.
- When the oil comes to temperature, using the squeezy bottle, squeeze out the batter in circles overlapping or 8 patterns.
- As soon as the batter hits the oil, it will be ready quickly to be flipped.
- Don't let the jalebi get too brown.
- Once the other side is lightly coloured, pullout the jalebi from the oil and drop into the syrup carefully.
- Coat on both sides and then carefully take out and put on the rack to dry.
- Repeat with the rest of the batter.
- If the syrup gets too thick and crystallised, add a little water and put over the heat to dissolve the sugar and remove from the heat when the sugar is melted and it's a syrup again.
- Continue frying and dipping.
- When the jalebi are dry, you can store them in an airtight container.
- They won't be as crisp as when they're fresh but they will still be good.
In the spirit of Ramadan, I would like to wish all my readers and my blogger friends, peace, prosperity and much happiness. The true mesage of Islam has always been one of tolerance, equality, justice, love and respect for all lives and I strive to be the best example and representative of Islam. Thank you for reading and for all your love and support. I wish you all much love and peace.
Ramadan Kareem.
Oh, and it is Father’s Day so Happy Father’s Day to all the hardworking dads out there! We appreciate you all!
Spinach Fatayer with Feta
London makes quite a few appearances in this blog purely because that’s where I grew up and have, not only my fondest memories, but the most vivid ones. I moved to London at a young age but since I was old enough to be aware and spent my school years there, I have wonderful memories.
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Serves: 16 pies
- 2 cups/300g bread flour
- 2 cups/300g white whole wheat flour
- 2 teaspoons (or 1 package) yeast
- 2 teaspoons salt
- 1 tablespoon sugar
- 3 tablespoons olive oil
- 1½ cups/355ml warm water
- FILLING
- 1lb/455g spinach, fresh or frozen
- 4 green onions, chopped fine
- 2 teaspoons lemon juice
- salt, to taste
- ½ cup Feta cheese
- In the bowl of a stand mixer mix the flours, salt, sugar and the yeast.
- Add the olive oil and the warm water, a little at time until a dough forms.
- You may need more or less water depending on the flour.
- Knead until the dough is smooth and elastic.
- Place the ball of dough in a greased bowl, cover and place in a warm area.
- Allow the dough to double in size, about 90 minutes (45 minutes if high altitude)
- While the dough is resting and rising, make the filling.
- If using fresh spinach, place the spinach in a microwaveable bowl and microwave for about 5 minutes until soft and wilted.
- Or, place in a pan with a drop of water and allow to steam and wilt.
- Drain the spinach and squeeze out all the water.
- You may need to wrap the spinach in a towel to get out all the excess water.
- Once the spinach is dry, chop it into small pieces.
- If using frozen, defrost and squeeze out all the water.
- Place the dry spinach in a bowl, add the green onions, feta cheese and lemon juice.
- Check to taste for salt and lemon juice.
- Don't make the filling too wet, it will be hard to seal the pies.
- Preheat the oven to 350F/180C
- Once the dough has doubled in size. slowly punch down the dough.
- Place on a clean counter and knead gently.
- Cut the dough into 16 pieces.
- Roll out one piece of dough into a 5 inch/13 cm circle.
- Drop a rounded tablespoon of filling onto the centre of the dough.
- Pull up one side of the dough and seal.
- Pull up the other side and make a tri tip seal.
- I didn't need any water to seal but if you're having a problem getting the edges to seal, use a bit of water or flour paste to seal.
- Keep the pie aside.
- Repeat with the remaining pieces of dough.
- Place on a couple of cookie sheets and place in he oven
- Bake until golden brown and puffy, about 20 minutes.
- See warm or room temperature.
- They store really well in the fridge for a quick snack or packed lunches.
This dough makes great pita bread if you decide to make only a few fatayer and a few homemade pita bread.
Just bake the pita bread on a hot pizza stone or a heated cookie sheet.
It has perfect pita pockets!
I hope spring or fall is making an appearance in your part of the world. Colorado spring is very much like winter so we really see no difference! Lots and lots of snow signifies spring for us, so I guess spring might very well be here! I haven’t been able to see any new blossoms or buds yet though, but maybe the several inches of snow might possibly be covering them up.
Have a great week!