Kalla - Palestine on a plate: memories from my mothers kitchen

Regrettably, I was 21 before I was fluent in Arabic. My parents were very busy with five children, and even though they tried hard to give us lessons, we werent very focussed. This all backfired one day when I was in Beirut on holiday with my family. I got lost and found myself alone. I could understand Arabic but couldnt speak the language, so I found it hard to communicate to anyone about where I lived and how to get there. Fortunately, I bumped into someone who knew my dad and who offered me a lift home, but this experience sparked something in me. I returned to London and began lessons every day with an amazing and very patient teacher and within a few months I had mastered the language.

After developing my linguistic skills in Arabic, everything changed for me. I became more interested in the food, culture and lifestyle and developed a curiosity about my Palestinian history and background. Every word in Arabic is so descriptive and poetic and has several meanings, which made me even more curious about this ancient, beautiful, historical world that I came from.

I also became aware of my westernized Arab friends. We were all far removed from our basic culture and background, despite having been so exposed to it during our adolescent years, but we all wanted to learn more about it. We were growing up, becoming independent, yet we also wanted to learn about our families heritage and to have stories, memories and recipes to pass on to our future families, which is inherent to keeping traditions and our culture alive. During this journey of discovery, it became clear that food was the main connection between us. It was the start of a journey that I am still on, and they are still on, too. Of course, we didnt all go on to become chefs, but we started going out to restaurants less often and dinner parties at home became more popular, where we began to share our stories and recipes. Everyone has their own versions of how to cook different dishes, which is great as we all add our own spin on things.

When I moved to Paris for my masters degree, I genuinely felt homesick as I had never lived away from home before. I stayed in an area where lots of Arabs lived, which only intensified my yearning for home. I saw all the bakeries and restaurants cooking things that we ate at home and that was it; my interest and need for knowledge about Palestinian cuisine began. I called my mother every day to ask her how to make the different dishes she had cooked for me when I was growing up. I learnt how to make warak inab (stuffed vine leaves), makloubeh (an upside-down rice dish with aubergines and lamb), molokhia (jute mallow leaves turned into a soup with chicken), and countless other dishes, and this is where my journey began as a chef. I left my degree course after six months and enrolled at Leiths School of Food and Wine in London. This experience opened my eyes to a world of discipline and order, commitment and hard work. My life changed from that moment on as I started on my professional food journey.

My restaurant, Baity Kitchen, was my outlet for all things Palestinian and delicious. I had Baity Kitchen in London for three wonderful years. Having to close the restaurant did not deter me though, as my clients were so supportive and encouraged me to start hosting monthly supper clubs in London (which has now grown into a successful catering business). My restaurant (and now my supper club) was like a hub for us all to sit and gather; not just Arabs, but people from all walks of life. Everyone who walked in felt at home, because the food reminded them of home.