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By
Sharokina
Abstract
The sweet smell of basboosa reminds me of coming home from school in Syria, where my mother would be waiting with this delicious cake.
It takes me back to happy days in my country, sharing it with neighbours, friends and cousins. We laughed and enjoyed the good times, with no idea that one day we would be scattered across the world, praying to see one another again. I bake this cake now to take me back there.Read More