Ancient Royal Greens

Molokhia, also known as jute mallow or Jew’s mallow, is a beloved leafy green vegetable and soup with deep roots in Egyptian history dating back to the time of the pharaohs.

Revered as “the food of kings,” this nutrient-dense green earned its name from the Arabic word “mulukiya,” meaning royal, reflecting its status as a prized dish once reserved for Egyptian monarchs.

Ancient Egyptian tomb murals and food depictions suggest that molokhia was cultivated along the fertile Nile Valley, and folklore credits it with healing and restorative powers.

Despite its royal origins, molokhia has become a staple of everyday Egyptian cuisine, cherished for its unique flavor and cultural heritage.

Dive into the story of molokhia—a superfood layered in history, culture, and tradition—and discover how to make this iconic Egyptian dish your own. 

Rediscovering Egypt Through an Unexpected Conversation

Growing up, Egypt was at the epicenter of my childhood obsessions, rivaling even dinosaurs for attention. Tales of the legendary pharaohs, timeless pyramids, and epic biblical events shaped my worldview. For years, the mysteries of the Nile and the grandeur of ancient civilization seemed worlds away, tucked inside history books and vivid classroom stories.

Today, that distant enchantment found a surprising spark. Through work, I connected on a call with a gentleman based in Asia who, as it turned out, was originally from Egypt. His casual disclosure felt like uncovering a secret passage to the past—a living link to places I’d admired since childhood.

Our conversation quickly deepened, moving from professional matters to food, culture, and history. I was eager to know what he missed most, and naturally, I asked: “What’s the best Egyptian food I should try?” He offered a name I couldn’t pronounce—described simply as “a green soup, served with rice.” Intrigued, I had to know more.

Introducing Molokhia: Egypt’s Iconic Green Soup

Molokhia, it turns out, is one of Egypt’s most beloved dishes—a vibrant green soup made from jute mallow leaves, simmered in a flavorful broth with chicken or beef, and finished with a fragrant topping called tasha (a blend of sautéed garlic and ground coriander).

This culinary classic isn’t just a meal; it’s a cultural anchor, rich with family traditions and centuries-old techniques. The soup is served with white rice and, often, chicken. Its flavor is robust, earthy, and unmistakably Egyptian—exactly the kind of dish that can spark nostalgia for home.

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Essential Ingredients and Spices

– Minced molokhia (jute mallow) leaves—fresh, frozen, or dried
– Chicken or beef broth
– Garlic (generous amounts)
– Ground coriander
– Ghee, butter, or oil for the topping
– Black pepper, bay leaves, and cardamom (for the broth)
– Onion and salt (for the broth)
– Optional: Lemon juice for a bright finish

The Secret Tasha Garlic-Coriander Topping

The crowning glory of molokhia is the tasha—a sizzling blend of garlic and ground coriander sautéed in ghee or butter, then stirred into the soup at just the right moment. Here’s how you make it:

– Mince garlic cloves and combine with ground coriander.
– Sauté in ghee, butter, or oil over medium-low heat until aromatic and lightly golden, about 3–4 minutes. Avoid browning.
– Stir the fragrant mixture directly into the simmering molokhia right before serving to release bold, savory flavors.

A Taste of Egypt, Wherever You Are

What began as a routine work call became a rediscovery of a childhood passion—living proof that Egypt’s magic isn’t limited to dusty tomes or far-off lands. Sometimes, it arrives unexpectedly, in the form of a stranger’s story and the promise of something delicious waiting to be cooked and shared.

If you want an authentic taste of Egypt, molokhia is where to start. And if you’re lucky enough to meet someone willing to share their stories, that’s the true essence of travel—bridging worlds, one conversation (and one meal) at a time.

All Souls’ Day — Remembering Through Food, Culture, and Shared Stories

Food as Memory and Ritual

Food is more than nourishment—it’s a vessel of memory, ritual, and identity. The flavors that fill a kitchen carry echoes of those who came before us: a grandmother’s recipe, a scent rising from the stove, a meal prepared on a sacred day. Across time and cultures, food has remained humanity’s most intimate language of remembrance. It commemorates births, binds forgotten families across oceans, and comforts the grieving.  In every bite lies a story, an inheritance of survival and love. The salt on the tongue, the smoke of cooking fires, the warmth of shared bread—these sensations revive  hands and voices. Whether set on a holiday table or a humble plate, every meal is both offering and continuity: to cook is to remember; to eat together is to renew. In this way, food becomes our most enduring ritual, keeping the past alive in every season of the present.

Remembering Through Food, Culture, and Shared Stories

Across continents and centuries, All Souls’ Day has remained a sacred moment of reflection — a day to honor those who have crossed before us by sharing the gifts they left behind. While customs vary across the world, the heart of this day is the same: to nourish remembrance through prayer, food, and storytelling. 

The act of cooking together, lighting candles, and serving ancestral dishes is more than a ceremony — it is an offering of love that connects the living to the departed. Every family’s table becomes an altar; every meal shared is its own quiet prayer.

  A Table of Memory and Gratitude

From Italy to Mexico, Ireland to Senegal, our ancestors understood that remembering those who came before needed something tangible — flame, scent, and taste. Food carries memory in its simplest, most comforting form. On All Souls’ Day, a cup of milk, a sweet bread, or a bowl of stew becomes both sustenance and symbol: an invitation to the spirits of the past and a celebration of the resilience of the living.

In Mexico, families prepare Pan de Muerto, or “bread of the dead,” its circular form and sugar-dusted bones symbolizing the eternal cycle of life.

In Ireland, Soul Cakes — small, spiced breads — are baked and shared while prayers are offered for departed souls, an act rooted in the medieval tradition of “souling.”

Across the Pacific islands, kumara (sweet potatoes) drizzled with coconut cream recall ancient ways of honoring family lineage and the relationship between land, sea, and spirit.

In Senegal, the vibrant rice and fish dish Thieboudienne embodies gratitude for community and shared heritage.

In China, during the Qingming Festival, families kneel before the graves of their ancestors with offerings of Qingtuan, green rice dumplings that symbolize renewal and remembrance.

And among Indigenous peoples of Turtle Island, the Three Sisters Stew — corn, beans, and squash — carries ancestral wisdom about balance, nourishment, and stewardship of the land.

Each dish is more than food; it’s a story — a preservation of identity and a continuation of life’s sacred rhythm.

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Why We Gather and Share

Gathering to eat, tell stories, and remember is not a mere ritual — it’s an act of connection that keeps our communities alive. Each pot stirred, each bite shared, breathes life into the customs that shaped us. These meals are lessons from time itself: teaching patience, gratitude, and an understanding that we are part of something enduring.

Food is the great translator of culture. It transcends language, faith, and geography. It reminds us that even amid grief, the human response is to create warmth — to feed ourselves and others in remembrance and hope.
Through storytelling, the recipes of generations past continue to find new meaning — their flavors adjusted, but their essence unchanged.

Passing the Flame Forward

We inherit these foods and traditions not just as keepsakes of the past, but as promises for the future. To prepare them is to engage in a sacred duty, ensuring that the wisdom, love, and creativity of our ancestors are not lost. Cooking becomes storytelling; storytelling becomes continuity.

To forget these customs would be to let go of our identity. But sharing them—whether through a family dinner, a community feast, or even a YouTube video seen across borders—ensures that memory survives. It is how the voices of the past continue to speak.

A Shared Feast of Respect

Survival, in every culture, has depended on community — on compassion that is expressed through shared meals and respect for differences. Each All Souls’ Day dish tells the same truth: our humanity strengthens when we give, when we remember, and when we share what nourishes us with reverence.

To gather in remembrance is to affirm that love doesn’t end with death. It transforms — into story, into flavor, into life passed forward.
May every meal shared in memory remind us that our connection to the past is not meant to bind us, but to sustain us.  Because each culture’s survival — and each soul’s journey — is strengthened by the simple act of sharing, with gratitude and respect.

Días de los Muertos: Food, Culture, and History

Discover the rich tapestry of Día de los Muertos, where food, family, and memory intertwine to honor those who have come before us. This blog dives into the delicious traditions of Mexico’s Day of the Dead, exploring cultural rituals, the significance of ofrendas, and the history behind favorites like tamales and pan de muerto. Whether you are curious about ancestral recipes or searching for authentic holiday dishes, you’ll find a savory celebration and timeless connection here.

The Meaning Behind Día de los Muertos Food

Día de los Muertos celebrates the lives of departed loved ones through vibrant rituals, elaborate altars, and plenty of food meant to welcome spirits home. Dishes like sugar skulls and pan de muerto serve as both offerings and symbols, with each ingredient and tradition deeply rooted in indigenous and colonial histories.

– Ofrendas are altars filled with the favorite foods of the deceased, representing ongoing love and remembrance.
– Signature foods include tamales, pan de muerto, mole, and more, each carrying spiritual and family meaning.

In ancient Mesoamerican civilizations such as the Aztec, Maya, and Olmec, tamales were far more than nourishment—they were sacred elements in religious and agricultural rituals symbolizing life, fertility, and divine connection.

Offerings to the GodsCorn (maize), believed to be the substance from which humanity was created in Mayan mythology, gave tamales extraordinary religious significance. Tamales were routinely offered to gods in temples and at community festivals as a symbol of gratitude for fertility, rain, and harvests. Among the Aztecs, amaranth tamales were specifically dedicated to Xiuhtecuhtli, the god of fire, during ceremonies thanking deities for renewal and sustenance.

Aztec Ceremonies and Fasting Rituals

The Aztecs practiced elaborate tamale-based rituals throughout their calendar year. One of the most sacred was Atamalcualiztli, held every eight years, where participants fasted and consumed only plain “water tamales” (masa without filling or seasoning) to purify the spirit and renew the natural balance between people and maize. Another celebration, Uauhquiltamalcualiztli, honored the fire deity Ixcozauhqui and involved ceremonial preparation of amaranth-stuffed tamales shared among entire communities.

Mayan Ceremonial Use

For the Maya, tamales held deep spiritual meaning connected to the Maize God, Hun Hunahpu, representing life, death, and rebirth. During offerings, red tamales filled with beans symbolized blood and vitality and were served at feasts thanking the gods for sustenance. Archaeological findings even depict tamales presented to nobles or deities in penance or gratitude—highlighting how they served both spiritual and social functions. 

Maya offers red tamales to Hunahpu, symbolizing life, death and rebirth.

Symbolism and Communal Meaning.

The tamale’s wrapping in corn or banana leaves symbolized protection, transformation, and the cyclical relationship between humans and nature. Preparing tamales was a communal act, connecting families and ritual participants through shared labor and sacred intention. Women, who were the principal makers, played a vital spiritual role, preparing tamales as part of marriage, harvest, and funeral ceremonies alike.  Across ancient Mesoamerica, the tamal was thus both ritual food and living prayer—an edible embodiment of gratitude, fertility, and the eternal bond between humanity, maize, and the gods.

Simple Tamale Recipe

**Ingredients:**
– 2 cups masa harina (corn flour for tamales)
– 1 1/2 cups chicken broth (plus more as needed)
– 1/2 cup lard or vegetable shortening
– 1 teaspoon baking powder
– 1 teaspoon salt
– Filling of your choice (shredded chicken with salsa, beans and cheese, or red chili pork)
– Dried corn husks (soaked in hot water 30 minutes).

**Instructions:**

1. Mix masa, baking powder, and salt in a bowl. In a separate bowl, beat the lard until fluffy, then gradually add the masa mixture, alternating with broth, to create a smooth, spreadable dough.

2. Lay a softened corn husk flat, spread 2-3 tablespoons of dough in a thin layer on the wide end, leaving space at the bottom.

3. Add a spoonful of filling in the center.

4. Fold sides over filling, then fold up the bottom of the husk.

5. Place tamales standing up in a steamer basket. Cover with extra husks and steam for 45-60 minutes, until the dough separates easily from the husk.

6. Serve hot with your favorite salsa.

Cultural Context & History

The tradition of tamales traces back thousands of years to pre-Hispanic Mesoamerica. Today, tamales remain a beloved comfort food for celebrations and a staple on Día de los Muertos altars, symbolizing nourishment and familial love across generations.

– Pan de muerto and sugar skulls also adorn altars, blending indigenous customs and Catholic influences.
– Each family’s celebration reflects regional differences and personal memories, creating a mosaic of Mexican cultural life.

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Diwali: The Festival of Lights—History, Culture, and the Taste of Samosas

Diwali, also known as Deepavali, stands as one of India’s most cherished and vibrant celebrations. Observed by millions across India and around the world, this five-day “Festival of Lights” takes place between October and November, marking the triumph of light over darkness and symbolizing hope, renewal, and spiritual victory.

History and Cultural Significance

The origins of Diwali go back thousands of years, rooted in ancient harvest festivals and the rhythms of the agricultural year. Most famously, Hindu tradition links Diwali to the return of Lord Rama to Ayodhya after fourteen years in exile, his path illuminated by rows of oil lamps (diyas) celebrating the conquest of good over evil. In other regions, the festival commemorates Krishna’s defeat of the demon Narakasura or honors Lakshmi, the goddess of wealth, for her blessings in the months to come. 

Diwali’s message spans religions and communities:
Sikhs commemorate the release of Guru Hargobind Ji.
Jains honor the spiritual awakening of Lord Mahavira.
In some Buddhist communities, Diwali means peace and new beginnings.

Together, these traditions reflect a universal longing for light, unity, and renewal for the year ahead.


Diwali Traditions and Rituals:

Everywhere Diwali is observed, it is marked by warmth and joy through cherished customs:

Lighting Diyas: Small clay oil lamps placed throughout homes and public spaces welcome Lakshmi and symbolically ward off darkness, creating a shimmering tapestry of light across entire cities. 
Cleaning and Decorating: Families thoroughly clean house, deck thresholds in vibrant paints, and craft intricate rangoli patterns from colored powders or rice flour to invite good fortune.
Fireworks and Celebrations: Evenings erupt in fireworks and laughter, driving away negativity and filling the air with excitement. 
New Clothes and Gift-Giving: The exchange of gifts and donning new clothes are acts of renewal and sharing with loved ones.
Lakshmi Puja: On the main night, prayers and offerings are made to the goddess Lakshmi for material and spiritual prosperity, alongside honoring ancestors.



The Flavors of Diwali: Samosas at the Center

No Indian festival is complete without a festive table. Among the many delicacies enjoyed during Diwali, the samosa stands out—a crisp, golden pastry filled with spiced potatoes and peas, beloved as both an everyday snack and a holiday treat.

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Simple Samosa Recipe for Your Diwali Table

Ingredients:

For the dough:
2 cups all-purpose flour
1/4 cup melted ghee or vegetable oil
1 teaspoon carom seeds (ajwain) or cumin seeds (optional)
1 teaspoon salt

1/3 cup water (as needed)

For the filling:
3–4 medium potatoes (boiled and diced)
1/2 cup green peas (fresh or frozen)
1 teaspoon ginger-garlic paste
1/2 teaspoon cumin seeds
1–2 green chilies, chopped
1/2 teaspoon red chili powder
1/2 teaspoon cumin powder
1 teaspoon chaat masala (or 1/2 teaspoon garam masala)
1/2 teaspoon fennel powder (optional)
2 teaspoons lemon juice
1 tablespoon chopped fresh coriander
2 tablespoons oil (plus more for frying)

Instructions:

Make the dough:
Combine flour, salt, and seeds with the melted ghee or oil. Rub until sandy, then gradually add water, kneading into a smooth, firm dough.
Cover and let rest for 15–20 minutes.

Prepare the filling:
Heat oil in a pan
sizzle cumin seeds and chilies, then add the ginger-garlic paste.
Stir in potatoes, peas, spices, and salt; cook for a few minutes.
Turn off the heat, stir in lemon juice and coriander, then let cool.

Shape the samosas:
Divide the dough into balls, roll into ovals, and cut in half.
Form each half into a cone, fill with potato mixture, and seal well.

Fry:
Fry the samosas in hot oil until golden and crisp, about 5 minutes.
Drain and serve warm—with chutney, if desired.

Samosas are more than a savory treat—they represent the spirit of celebration, hospitality, and the enduring culinary heritage that draws families and friends together during Diwali and beyond. 



Diwali’s Universal Glow
Diwali weaves together diverse traditions through one simple, shared message: the triumph of light, compassion, and renewal. Whether it’s the first flicker of a diya, the creation of a colorful rangoli, or the taste of a homemade samosa, each tradition shines with meaning. If this season inspires you, try bringing Diwali’s energy into your own kitchen. The sights, sounds, and flavors serve as an invitation to explore the beauty and diversity of Indian culture—and to savor the feeling of hope and togetherness that defines this remarkable festival.

A little back story about my family heritage

My grandmother Theresa was born in the Azores Islands of Portugal in 1941. She was the 5th child of 9 kids. Born and raised on the island of Faial, Theresa aspired to become a Carmelite Sister. On her 18th birthday Theresa, her parents, and her 8 siblings left the Azores and emigrated to the United States. They settled and built new lives in California.

This is a story to introduce you to my grandmother and her siblings, and their influences.

Maria Alise was my grandmother’s oldest sister. Tía Alise was the seamstress of the family. She would make all the beautiful and formal gowns and dresses. Maria Elise taught my granddaughter how to crochet when she was a little girl. When I was little, I used to imagine that my tía Alise would help me make my wedding dress when I grew up. Tía Alise is my inspiration to learn the skills and craft of sewing. 

Joe

Uncle Joe was the oldest brother. He was a tough, adventurous and charismatic man. He was a farmer and a fisherman. Before the family left the Azores, Uncle Joe used to work as a Whale Hunter. After the family moved to the United States, everyone started their new lives as farmers in the Sacramento valley area. Uncle Joe lived half the year farming and the other half disappeared to the ocean for fishing. He taught me how to dance at the Festas and also how to drive a tractor.

Albert & Herminia

Uncle Albert was the third sibling. Uncle Albert was a builder. He and most of his brothers helped to build and develop the community of Lincoln, CA to the bustling City it is today. Uncle Albert has a wife named Herminia. Every memory I have of visiting with Uncle Albert and Tía Herminia involved beef stew. Even if I popped up to their house unannounced after not seeing them for years, Tía Herminia is home to welcome me in and will always offer me a bowl of something hot to eat. And the dish I always got treated to was her beef stew and papo secos.

Tía Minnie

Tía Philomena(aka Tía Minnie) was the second sister. Tía Minnie is the cake queen of the family. Every wedding cake I tasted as a child was a Tía Philomena production. Every event where a cake was needed, Tía Minnie delivered in flavor, presentation, and abundance. Whether the cake was a towering stacked wedding cake or a simple and humble first communion cake, it was so beautiful you had to touch it to believe it was a real cake and not a prop. My favorite flavor cake she made was the champagne cake she always makes as a layer of her towering wedding cakes.

My avó, Theresa

My avó was the fifth child, third sister of the family. She was a conversation enthusiast, the photojournalist of the family, and she was a master at cross stitch and crochet. Every family event since Theresa first came into possession of a camera was photographed. Every birth, christening, get together, visit, occasion…, you never need worry about the moment being captured with Theresa there. Every child born to her siblings and their children and even their grandchildren and a few great grandchildren, were gifted personal and hand crafted afghan blankets and clothes. Avó learned to crochet from her oldest sister Maria Alise, and would share stories about her childhood in the Azores with me while she patiently passed the skill to me. My grandmother also imparted the virtue of a strong work ethic to her grandchildren. Every day while I was in middle school, we were required to attend morning mass and help her renovate the church garden before school. By the time I graduated from the 8th grade the church garden had gone from all juniper bushes to a layered and sectioned garden of a variety of flowers, plants, trees, and a bench. The garden remains at St. Jerome’s Catholic Church in El Cerrito California to this day. We(my siblings and I) also helped avó renovate her yard and garden at home. From junipers to a front and back yard of roses, flowers, fruit trees, and a seasonal vegetable garden.

Uncle Tony

Uncle Tony is the 6th child, third brother. Similarly to my avó, uncle Tony was on track to becoming a priest before the family came to the United States. Like Uncle Joe and Uncle Albert, Uncle Tony is a gifted builder, farmer and fisherman. Tony and avó were the closest out of all the siblings and he would visit with us regularly when I was a kid. He would always randomly stop by to come see if avó was staying on top of maintenance in her gardens. When Uncle Tony found out that I was really interested in history he would bring me books and even introduced me to my first favorite history movie, Cleopatra (starring Elizabeth Taylor).

Uncle Filsberto is sibling number 7, 4th brother. Like his older brothers he worked as a farmer and builder. Uncle Filsbert and his wife Gabriella have been growing grapes at home since their home was built shortly after they were married. Every year Uncle Filsbert uses his grapes to make homemade wine. Wine making is a traditional practice for many people from the Azores. Tía Gabriella is the bread maker of the family. Every family event you can count on Tía Gabriella showing up with a loaf of Portuguese Sweet Bread for every household. Plus some extra treats like pastel natas or meringue cookies if she really likes you.

Tía Marie Augusta is the 8th child, 4th sister. I used to spend every summer with my tía Augusta from first grade through seventh grade and it was the best experience to have. My tía and her husband Uncle Art are dairy ranchers. They have thousands of dairy cows and every summer I go to work feeding the calves. I would also get to tag along with my tía when she would provide catering for local events. Tía Augusta was also the tía who did all of the family event catering as well. Every wedding was fed by her.

Uncle Art and Tía Augusta also uphold an old Azorean tradition of slaughtering animals every year for the family.  Once a year, usually in early spring while it’s still cold enough for snow, all of the original 9 siblings and their families gather together in Bieber, California and together the entire family will slaughter selected animals and process them down for their meat to distribute amongst the families. Its way of preserving the traditional Azorean custom of the community coming together in resources and labor for survival.

Tía Bernadette is the 5th sister and the 9th child. Aunt Bernie was still a young child where the family emigrated to California. She had an American upbringing and it’s safe to say she grew up in America along with the progression of the civil rights movement. Aunt Bernadette ultimately met her husband, Uncle Steve through my grandmother’s sister in law, my Auntie Ruth. Steve and Bernie made their lives in Huntington Beach California. It was always exciting to take a trip from Berkeley California to Huntington Beach. Aunt Bernie had a pool and a koi pond in her backyard.
The rule of the house was that if you want to swim in Bernie’s pool you must prove that you know how to swim. The test was to be thrown into the middle of the deep end of the pool. If you could demonstrate that you won’t drown and could complete 2 full laps the long direction of the pool, then you were free to swim as much as you wanted until she decided to go to bed at the end of the night.