#Molokhia

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Molokhia

[morethansalad]

Egyptian Molokhia / Traditional Egyptian Jute Mallow Soup (Vegan-Friendly)

[mytale0]

Lebanon : "What the fuck are you eating?"

Egypt : "Molokhia"

Lebanon : "In a soup ???"

[the-pharmacology-specialist]

Egyptian spinach (Corchorus olitorius)

About Egyptian spinach Egyptian spinach, also known as Molokhia. It is a fast-growing annual vegetable commonly grown in Egypt, other parts of North Africa, and the Middle East. The plant’s stems are used for making jute and rope. It is closely related to Tindingoma, an okra leaf plant in Zambia. We have been growing our Egyptian spinach all year round for four years. Some plants self-seed, while…

[chappythegardener]

Molokhia Seeds (Egyptian Spinach)

This leafy green is a staple of Egyptian cuisine, prized for its delicious flavor and nutritional benefits. Molokhia is packed with vitamins and minerals, including iron, calcium, and vitamins A and C. It also contains antioxidants and anti-inflammatory compounds, making it a great choice for promoting overall health and wellness. Our Molokhia Seeds are grown organically, ensuring that you are getting the healthiest and highest-quality product possible. They are easy to grow and care for, making them a great addition to any garden. So why not try something new and exciting in your garden this year? Order our Molokhia Seeds today and enjoy the delicious and nutritious benefits of this unique leafy green! Read the full article

[irhabiya]

we had molokhia yesterday this is your reminder that egyptian molokhia SHITS on lebanese molokhia idc

[jenanbakroon5]

🛑Urgent appeal 🛑

Amidst the bombs and the chaos, my nephew finds hope in the simplest of acts, like picking molokhia. Even in the darkest of times, the innocence of children lights up the war.

Please donate so we can end this genocide.

https://gofund.me/95a3e38c

[batbitch3s]

"Bruce can't cook." YOU'RE FUCKING LYING YES HE CAN

If you don't think little Bruce was in the kitchen with Alfred every goddamn day you're dead wrong. Alfred taught him the same way he taught Bruce's children (yes all of them not just Jason)

He helps Martha do the brisket every year for Rosh Hashanah. Thomas teaches him how to make the perfect risotto and he buys fun cookie cutters for the ravioli.

After he loses his parents it's one of the only things keeping him sane. He becomes really good at it but spends less time in the kitchen as he gets older.

He picks up recipes from other cultures as he travels to train for batman and during his time with the League.

Dick wants goulash? He gets goulash. Jason wants arroz con salchichas? His baby is getting arros con salchichas.

He takes his eldest boys camping and cooks delicious meals with the game they hunt. Damian stays at home (there aren't many vegan options when you're in the wilderness for a week straight)

Damian is missing home and wants Molokhia, "like mama makes it." Bruce calls seven different places to find jute leaves and makes it for him. (and Talia to double check the ingredients because he didn't write the recipe down) Damian is the happiest he's been since he moved in.

Talia visits and they cook together while Damian sketches and pretends his parents are disgusting.

When Alfred takes sabbatical, Bruce is the one cooking their meals. Jason comes over and helps him. Dick is eating the ingredients.

Harley comes over when all the kids are out and they get smashed. In the morning Bruce makes her the greasiest breakfast sandwich and she moans when she takes the first bite.

Clark stays after a mission and Bruce makes him the best steak he's ever had.

Bruce Wayne was raised by Alfred Pennyworth. His children are all from different cultures. That man can cook.

[donuteet]

₊˚⊹ Molokhia soup ⋆*:･

-100g molokhia [i use sunbulah brand] (24kcal | 2g carbs | 2g protein | 0g fat)

-30g chick breast [shred after cooking] (49.5kcal | >1g carbs | 9g protein | 1g fat)

-2 garlic cloves [minced/chopped](9kcal | 2g carbs | 0.4g protein | >1g fat)

-0.5 cup chopped coriander (20.4kcal | 3.6g carbs | 1.2g protein | >1g fat)

-3tbsp chicken broth [broth used to cook chicken] (2.8kcal | 0.2g carbs | 0.3g carbs | 0.1g fat)

₊˚⊹overview: 105.7kcal | 7.8g carbs | 13.2g protein | 1.2g fat ⋆*:･

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my ultimate comfort food. my mom makes it every Ramadan. i did modify her recipe (she prepares it for 8-10ppl this is one portion).

calories of molokhia depend on the brand and some even add more ingredients (diff flavors) so beware. i use sunbulah brand which is available in my local market. just make sure to get frozen molokhia and not dry (molokhia is jute mallow).

i used boneless chicken breast and i cooked it in water (water should cover an inch above the chicken). i added some herbs, spices, salt n pepper to taste (always 0.5 or 1 tsp or less when it comes to spices). and add cinnamon sticks bc my parents do that  "¯\_(ツ)_/¯". add half an onion to the broth.

cook the chicken in the broth on medium heat for 15-20 mins then take chicken out and shred it with fork. let the broth sit aside (you will only need a few tablespoons).

now in a new pot on medium heat, we cook our yummy molokhia. here is when ur supposed to add a tbsp of ghee or butter (you can add light butter or extra virgin olive oil I personally don't add any oil).

i add the chopped garlic (u dont want to burn it and have it stick to the pot so add a little of water if that happens). add coriander and cook that for a minute. now its time to add the molokhia (melt it ofc) and slowly add in tablespoons of the chicken broth (I personally add 2-3 bc I love the slimey texture of the soup). add in the shredded chicken then serve.

this dish is usually eaten with rice or bread but I always had it on its own (sensory issues) i would say its filling on its own.

dont forget to drink water ♡

[allieebobo]

Eid Mubarak :)

I'm so sorry this is a little late, but Eid Mubarak to everyone who celebrates! (And Selamat Hari Raya to folks who come from where I come from! <3)

Here's a little snippet of Rayyan and MC back home, celebrating :)

Part I.

Rayyan's family have just gotten back from their neighbourhood mosque, and now they're busy with the finishing touches to the meal preparations.

Little Mahaila is still a little too young to help out, but she doesn't wanted to miss out on all the fun, so Rayyan hoists her up to the kitchen counter, and Mahaila keeps up a constant stream of chatter directed at MC, while Rayyan and their mother busy themselves with the cooking.

Already the counter is laden with huge colorful dishes, and the smell is to die for. Mahaila's pointing out each of the dishes to MC one-by-one, and Rayyan and their mother occasionally chime in with details and little family anecdotes and recipe instructions.

There's Mahshi—stuffed peppers with tomato sauce, her grandparents' favorite, Batatis bil frakh—potatoes with chicken, her dad's favorite, and Mesaka’a—oven roasted eggplant with ground beef, which is Rayyan's favorite. Rayyan no longer quite remembers how it had tasted, back in Cairo, but ever since they'd moved to Seattle, the dish has become a family specialty, mostly because all the ingredients can be easily found in the grocery shops in Seattle.

Part II.

Rayyan's mother holds a spoon out to Rayyan. "Come, help me taste the Molokhia," she says. "Does it need more cilantro?"

Rayyan takes a big mouthful of the thick green soup which always tastes a little too healthy, in their opinion. They scrunch up their face, swallow, and nod—a little weakly.

Their mother smacks them on the arm and snorts. "I don't know why I bother," she says, shaking her head and bustles over to offer it to MC instead.

The shock of the taste makes MC blink, then breathe out softly, before allowing it to swirl around their tongue, delightfully distinct from anything they've ever tasted. They detect chicken broth, which forms the strong, comforting base, then the delicate and familiar layers of cilantro, garlic, salt and pepper, but there's another taste—strong and clean—cutting through everything else. "Wow," they breathe, genuinely astounded. "It's amazing. What is it?"

Rayyan's mother beams at MC. "I think what you are tasting is the leaf of jute tree. I am happy you like it. It is my favorite too." She nudges Rayyan in the ribs. "We have good taste. Unlike this one."

Rayyan makes a face at you. "Suck up," they whisper, for your ears only, but even their usual knitted brows can't hide the big grin that's spreading across their face.

Part III.

A loud clatter interrupts your conversation, and Rayyan looks up in alarm, still swiping at their mouth with an arm. Ishaq, one of Rayyan's twin brothers, pauses guiltily mid-stride, about halfway to the kitchen door. You hadn't noticed him come in. In his hands, there's a big bowl of kahk—nut cookies dusted with sugar. A bunch of cutlery lie on the floor, knocked over in his rush to escape with the loot.

Mahaila, beaming, lips also stained with the evidence of powdered sugar, helpfully points a finger at her brother.

"You already ate like five of them," Rayyan's mother scolds, taking the plate from Ishaq and placing it firmly on the table. "Shoo now! Before I ban you from kahk for life!"

His jaw drops, and he quickly scurries away obediently.

Rayyan snorts at you, and sees you eyeing the cookies curiously. They pick one out of the plate, then close the distance between you, smiling. "Would you like one?" they ask, voice dipping low as they lean in closer to you.

Part IV.

MC's heart flutters, and they hop off the counter, face now inches from Rayyan's. "If it's as sweet as you are," MC says, grinning, "then yes."

Rayyan bring a hand up, then pop the sweet treat into MC's mouth, studying their expression closely.

There's an immediate burst of rich, nutty sweetness. MC lets out a soft groan of appreciation.

Rayyan laughs, then brings their thumb up to wipe the sugar from MC's bottom lip, green eyes sparkling. MC catches their hand. That's when Rayyan leans in for a quick kiss, tasting the sweetness of soft sugar on MC's lips. When they finally step back, there's an infuriatingly smug smile on their face. "The cookies are good this year, aren't they? I helped make them."

[fattributes]

Egyptian-Style Molokhia

[yuitoru]

yunji thoughts b keeping me awake its actually my siblings’ snoring

but i wanna dump a whole bunch of hcs here for yunji so why not. cw; contains csm manga spoilers

denji and yuki met whilst working in public safety, and were instantly menaces to everyone. the members of their division would expect daily pranks from them, and had to endure constant torment

they initially stayed as good friends for the majority of knowing each other - people died too often when working as devil hunters to form attachments to others.

yuki fell first, denji fell harder

during that one kiss scene with h*meno, yuki was sat next to power when it happened, and she just left the izakaya without a word (creds to my pookie @riaki for the idea ly bae <33)

she then just aired denji for days on end until nearly the entire division were begging for her to talk to him again - he had been throwing toddler tantrums non stop

both of them are awkward fucks so it took absolutely ages to even realise the fact that they both had feelings for each other (aki had to spell it out for denji.)

they didnt start dating immediately after confessing; there were a few dates and they spent even more time together before they both knew that they wanted a relationship. tbh it was more on yuki's part - denji was ready from the get-go, with his obsession with boobs and all

speaking of, yuki does not like that shit. the one scene were denji got three squeezes from power? yeah, yuki dont do that shit. its not about insecurity or anything, but shes just really ticklish around her collarbones (another fact abt me :p)

the most boob interaction denji will ever get is laying on her chest or hugging her - no touchy touchy at all

yuki loves styling denji's hair; after missions the two of them will lay down in the living room, denji's head on yuki's lap as she puts his hair into two little pigtails. he wears them out proudly

they have quite a few arguments, but theyre never serious. the one time that they did genuinely argue, yuki left the apartment for a few days and ignored denji for the rest of the week. shes stubborn like that

both have love languages of physical touch and quality time; they have to spend every waking moment with each other - morning, afternoon, evening and night

yuki and nayuta get along, much to denji's surprise. after makima's death and the reincarnation of the control devil to nayuta, yuki began helping denji raise nayuta. she became the female role model for nayuta to follow, completing their 'family' with yuki as her 'mother'

yuki hates asa. thats the hc.

yuki steals a lot of denji's clothes, despite none of them fitting properly. denji's around 5'11", whilst yuki's 5'1" (my height...), so most of denji's clothes are oversized and have to be rolled to fit around her. she wears his shirts to sleep; it being more than enough to cover her

yuki leaves hair ties everywhere. theyre all over the floor and denji finds them in the weirdest places ever

denji is big spoon. always, since yuki refuses to wrap around his back like a baby koala to be big spoon

when shes mad, yuki goes back to her native language - Arabic, and just screams like a maniac. being Arab, her temper is worse than a standard person's (where are my arabs come back me up here)

yuki loves making middle eastern food for denji to try, and he loves eating it. his favourites are wara3 enab, kibbeh and lahm bi ajin (sfiha), but he hates molokhia and tabbouleh

petnames for the both of them; yuki to denji: 'baby', 'love', 'denj', 'habibi', 'omri', 'ya rouhi' ('my love', 'my life', 'my soul' for non arabs). denji to yuki: 'baby', 'hun', 'pretty', 'angel', 'snowflake', 'yuyu', 'princess'

thats all i have for now but i might post more for my babies <33

i love them theyre so cute

[avegandiary]

Day 15 of plant-based eating

Molokhia with rice and oven-baked potatoes with a serving of tabboula salad

[nutrifood]

 Egyptian food, steeped in history and tradition

 Ful Medames: The Breakfast of Pharaohs

At dawn, Cairo awakens to the aroma of ful medames, a national treasure. Fava beans, slow-cooked with garlic, cumin, and olive oil, emerge from clay pots. Drizzled with tahini and sprinkled with parsley, they fuel the day ahead. Locals gather at street-side stalls, savoring spoonfuls of history. “Egyptian food near me,” they murmur, as if summoning an ancient genie.

 Koshari: The Urban Mosaic

In bustling alleys, koshari vendors orchestrate a symphony of textures. Lentils, rice, and macaroni dance in harmony, topped with spicy tomato sauce and crispy fried onions. A squeeze of lime, a dash of vinegar—each bite resonates with Cairo’s cacophony. “Egyptian food near me,” echoes through the labyrinth, a hunger that transcends time.

 Molokhia: Verdant Elixir of the Nile

From the lush delta, molokhia emerges—a green potion fit for pharaohs. Its leaves, akin to spinach, yield a viscous broth. Garlic and coriander perfume the air as families gather around steaming bowls. “Egyptian food near me,” they whisper, invoking flavors that stretch back to Cleopatra’s court.

 Taameya: The Humble Revolution

In Tahrir Square, where history echoes, taameya vendors fry patties of crushed fava beans. These falafel cousins, fragrant with cumin and herbs, fueled the 2011 uprising. As tourists snap photos, locals queue for a taste. “Egyptian food near me,” they declare, honoring a revolution both political and culinary.

 https://nutriglow1.blogspot.com/2024/05/Egyptian-Food-odyssey.html

Sayadeya: Fishermen’s Bounty

On Alexandria’s shores, sayadeya graces tables. Whole fish, bathed in saffron-infused rice, evoke seafaring tales. Almonds and raisins shimmer like sun-kissed waves. “Egyptian food near me,” murmurs the Mediterranean breeze, as if revealing secrets of ancient mariners.

[panthertown]

after years of gardening I have learned that I hate starting shit from seed indoors, I'm too scatterbrained and also we don't have a very good setup for it. I can't resist buying seed packets tho so I am just going to limit myself to five things this year.

Senna up by the peach tree, to have something dramatic and showy at the top of the hill

Everything else will go in the terraced beds. The purslane and ground cherries will self seed and the lovage is perennial, so that's less work next year. And the terraces are isolated from the rest of the yard by a strip of concrete so the self-seeding plants can't go ape shit and take over.

I will probably save seeds from the molokhia -- I'm told it likes this climate and I'm excited to try growing it. Not the mustard tho every attempt at cole crops has been a flop on this property.

The soil in the terraces should be in good shape this year. Last spring I put in composted horse and sheep manure and a thick layer of mulch. Nothing planted in them now but shallots, sage, and some monarda and sweet grass; the fucking groundhog ate everything else. Including my alpine strawberries wtf. The hardscaped borders of the terraces tho....lol. I need to replace one stone border with a wattle fence and build it up with more soil before planting.

Also here's my seed box, which I woodburned

[chefrishabhsingh]

How To Make Egyptian Spinach Recipe

Embark on a culinary journey to the heart of Egypt with our delightful Egyptian Spinach Recipe. Rich in history and bursting with flavours, this recipe encapsulates the essence of Egyptian cuisine. Join us as we explore the unique characteristics of Egyptian spinach, the essential ingredients that make this dish extraordinary, step-by-step instructions on how to create it in your kitchen, and valuable quick tips for a perfect culinary experience.

What is Egyptian Spinach?

Egyptian Spinach, also known as Molokhia or Jew's Mallow, is a leafy green vegetable that holds a revered place in Egyptian gastronomy. Its origins trace back to ancient Egypt, where it was cultivated along the Nile River. Molokhia is celebrated for its distinctive flavour, reminiscent of earthy greens with a subtle hint of nuttiness. Rich in vitamins and minerals, it adds nutritional value to this traditional recipe while embodying the culinary heritage of Egypt.