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Musakhan is so much more than just a recipe; it’s a piece of our history. When I was growing up, every trip to visit your grandfather's family in Jordan meant sitting at a big, crowded table with my aunt and cousins. I can still smell the warm, tangy scent of sumac onions and roasted chicken filling the room. We’d tear off pieces of warm bread, scoop up the tender chicken and caramelized onions, and just talk for hours. It’s the ultimate comfort food, meant to be eaten with your hands and shared with the people you love most. The name actually means 'heated up,' and that’s exactly what it does, it warms your heart. Even though I’m using THIS Isn’t Chicken for our version, the soul of the dish is exactly the same. There’s an old Arab saying that it’s so delicious, you’ll want to eat your fingers too! I can’t wait to share it with you Ingredients For the Chicken: THIS Isn't Chicken Thighs 220g  (or chicken) 3 tbsp olive oil 1 tsp seven-spice blend 1 tsp heaped sumac ½ ts...

Before my journey through cancer, I thought I knew what being tired felt like, those endless days at the office, coupled with the family demands at night and the early morning alarms. A strong cup of coffee and sheer willpower were my remedies. But then came cancer treatment, and with it, a type of exhaustion I had never imagined; a fatigue so profound it felt like every ounce of energy was sapped from my bones. Doctors warned of "some fatigue" as a side effect of chemotherapy and radiation. Yet no one could have adequately described the weight of this new tiredness, it was like trudging through wet cement. Every morning, I woke up feeling as if I hadn't slept at all, and daily routines felt like marathons. Even after finishing active treatments, the world’s relentless pace didn’t slow down. I felt out of sync with a life that kept rushing forward while I was left trying to find my rhythm again. Friends would cheerfully say, "You must be so happy to be done!" An...