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Semolina cake


This is Auntie Kinana’s recipe and that’s what makes it extra special. 💛

This dessert is often one of the very first sweets we’re taught to make, long before we ever try baking a cake. It’s simple, comforting, and so rewarding... the kind of recipe that makes you feel proud the first time you pull it from the oven.

Depending on where you are, it has different names. In Syria, Palestine, and Jordan it’s called Hareesa, in Lebanon it’s known as Namoura, and in Egypt they call it Basbousa. Different names, same beautiful idea.

At its heart, it’s a soft semolina cake soaked in sweet syrup, usually topped with almonds and coconut for that classic finish. Growing up in Damascus, this was one of those nostalgic treats that always appeared when family or friends came over and now, thanks to Auntie Kinana, it’s part of our kitchen too.

It’s easy to make, impossible not to love, and always brings people together. I hope one day when you bake it, you’ll think of our family, our traditions, and of course, Auntie Kinana who passed it down to us. 

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