My grandmother - may her soul rest in peace - was the greatest cooker you could ever meet! As a kid, I have fond memories of her and the family gatherings at her house. I especially have warm memories of my grandmother’s kitchen and the tasty food that she used to prepare for us.
I can still remember my excitement once the summer break started because I knew I would spend longer periods at her house! As soon as school finished, I used to rush home to pack my clothes and head to her house! During the summer, all the family will meet at my grandparents house on Thursday evenings. My uncles and aunts with their husbands, all my cousins! The house will be filled with the smell of lovely food, loud laughter’s and the voice of us kids running all over the house.
I remember that as soon as we entered the house, we would kiss my grandmother and head straight towards the kitchen in pursuit of the Mish Jar! For us, the kids, Mish was the optimum prize… Mish sprinkled with some olive oil and dipped with toasted pita bread!!! It wouldn’t matter if we were hungry or full, the calling of the Mish was irresistible.
Mish is a dish that hails from Jaffa in Palestine. Jaffa is the hometown of my grandmother and the place where she learnt how to prepare Mish from her mother, who in turn learned how to prepare it from her mother. My mother will tell me that in the old days, her mother prepared mish using homemade white cheese soaked in milk and homemade green chili sauce. On special occasions my grandmother would prepare her entirely homemade version if Mish. It tasted amazing, the homemade cheese had a special unbeatable flavor!
Just like my grandmother learned to prepare Mish from her mother and grandmother, she taught us – the grandchildren - how to prepare Mish. One day I will teach my children how to prepare this very old traditional dish passed down through generations.
The portion below is large, so halve the ingredients for a smaller portion.