A zesty flatbread with a Middle Eastern twist!

Back in 1997, I visited the town of Ramallah in the West Back to do volunteer work. I stayed at a Catholic convent, which also happened to be an orphanage. Every morning I would smell the nutty and fragrant za’atar spice, baking on fresh homemade bread called mana’eesh. To this day when mana’eesh are baking… Continue reading A zesty flatbread with a Middle Eastern twist!