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Easy Weekly Meal Plan (4 Dinners + 1 Dessert) – August Week 4

4 easy dinners and 1 dessert to make your week feel organised and stress-free.

This week wasn’t planned this way, but once I saw the list I couldn’t ignore it — it’s chicken, four ways. A creamy garlic and spinach bake, a sticky honey soy stir fry, a Sicilian-style schnitzel via a friend who is Italian, and zaatar chicken skewers with a twist I’ve never seen my mum make. And because a chicken week still deserves something sweet — Znood El Sit, the delicate “lady’s arms” pastry, finished with ashta.

Chicken week wasn’t the plan, but I’m not mad about it. Every recipe is linked below — let’s have a great one.

This Week’s Meal Plan

Meal 1: Garlic Cream Chicken with Spinach

Indulge in a mouth-watering, wholesome meal that brings together the perfect combination of flavours and nutrients. The key here is the rich, flavourful garlic cream sauce that perfectly complements the tender chicken and potatoes, with a side of nutritious spinach to round it all out. Just as easy to prepare as my lemon herb chicken, and a lovely one for weeknight dinners or a slightly more special evening at home.

👉 Get the Garlic Cream Chicken with Spinach recipe

Meal 2: Honey Soy Chicken Stir Fry

There’s a reason this one ends up on our table more than almost anything else during the week. It’s fast, it’s full of flavour, and it comes together while everyone is hovering around the kitchen asking when dinner’s ready. The chicken goes crispy on the outside, the vegetables stay crunchy, and that sticky garlic sauce ties it all together in the last few minutes in the wok. Endlessly adaptable, and one of the quickest wins in my whole recipe collection.

👉 Get the Honey Soy Chicken Stir Fry recipe

Meal 3: Chicken Schnitzel Siciliana

This recipe came to me the way the best ones always do — through my friend Jordan. Hers came from her uncle, and the moment she showed me how simple it was, I knew I had to share it. What makes this schnitzel different is the egg wash — instead of a plain dip, the chicken sits in a mix of garlic, lemon juice, milk, vegeta and fresh herbs before it’s crumbed, carrying the flavour all the way through to the middle, not just the crust. Proof that some of the most traditional dishes need the least fuss.

👉 Get the Chicken Schnitzel Siciliana recipe

Meal 4: Zaatar Chicken Skewers

There’s something about the smell of zaatar that takes me straight back to my childhood — the kind of ingredient so deeply known to us, you grow up eating it on everything. These skewers are a twist I’ve created myself; not something my mum would have ever made, even though zaatar has always been part of how we eat. The chicken is sliced into thin ribbons, marinated in yoghurt, lemon and zaatar, then threaded onto skewers so every strip gets that golden, slightly crisp edge as it cooks.

👉 Get the Zaatar Chicken Skewers recipe

Dessert: Znood El Sit with Ashta

This is one of those Middle Eastern desserts that feels special the moment you say its name — in Arabic, “Sit” means lady, so Znood El Sit loosely translates to “the lady’s arms.” Delicate, elegant, and honestly a favourite during Ramadan, I grew up seeing this dessert on tables whenever guests came over, always golden, always topped with pistachios and rose petals. I tried making it so many times over the years and my ashta kept seeping out mid-fry — until a dear friend finally showed me the fix. Crispy filo, set ashta, and that perfect syrup crunch, exactly as it should be.

👉 Get the Znood El Sit with Ashta recipe

Chicken week, four ways, and one very elegant dessert to finish.

I hope this makes your week in the kitchen feel a little easier — and a lot more delicious.

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