Come in he said, have some green smoothie he said. I tried to decline politely, but he wouldn’t have it. I didn’t want to drink it. He insisted. I brought glass to mouth and took a reluctant sip. The delight. It was delicious. Who knew something that looked so terrible could taste superb. Utterly hooked.
The hardest part to this recipe is finding a delightful ceramic dish in which to bake your eggs. I am lucky enough to live 3 doors down from a pottery studio and was able to pick up a beautiful piece on my way home one day.
I was also super relieved as while shakshuka seems to be taking over the country, I rarely want cumin for breakfast. Read more