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Crunchy Fattoush Salad

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What we love about this particular fattoush salad is the flavours of the sumac and spices in the dressing and, the crunchiness of the bread.
PREP TIME
15 minutes
COOK TIME
20 minutes
SERVES
4-6

About this recipe

After Tabouli, crunchy fattoush salad is the most well-known salad in the Middle East. There are many ways fattoush can be made and presented. Some people use more ingredients than others, but what differentiates fattoush from any other salad is the fried bread combined with fresh herbs and vegetables. What I love about this particular fattoush salad is the flavours of the sumac and spices in the dressing and, of course, the crunchiness of the bread.

Do you want this salad to be a complete meal? Check out my roasted chickpea & hummus salad. It’s perfect when you have leftover hummus and want to keep your weeknight meal simple, healthy, and satisfying.

Remember though that this salad is all about the crunchy bread!

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Ingredients

Main Ingredients

  • 1 pocket of Arabic bread
  • vegetable oil for deep frying
  • 1 tablespoon of Sumac
  • 2 tomatoes roughly chopped
  • 1 large Lebanese cucumber quartered lengthways and chopped
  • ¼ each colour capsicum – yellow, red, and green roughly chopped
  • 4 radishes cut into half and thinly sliced
  • 3 sprigs spring onion chopped
  • 4 large cos lettuce leaves roughly chopped
  • ⅓ cup mint leaves coarsely chopped
  • 1 cup flat-leaf parsley coarsely chopped (firmly packed)
  • ¼ red onion thinly sliced
  • ½ cup red cabbage thinly sliced

Dressing

  • 2 tablespoons of olive oil
  • 2 tablespoons of lemon juice
  • ½ tablespoon sumac
  • ¼ teaspoon of cinnamon (optional)
  • cracked black pepper
  • a pinch of white pepper
  • salt to season

Notes from Rouba

  • If your guests prefer having no bread in their salad, serve it on the side.
  • Placing the tomatoes into a strainer helps the juice run through, preventing your salad from becoming watery.
  • what is Arabic flatbread 

Method

Step 1.

Cut the bread into 2-3cm squares using kitchen scissors. Heat the oil and fry the bread until golden. Place it on a paper towel to drain. Sprinkle with sumac while still hot so that the sumac sticks onto the bread. Toss to evenly coat the bread.

Step 2.

Roughly chop the tomatoes and place them into a strainer so that the juice runs through. Prepare all salad ingredients and combine in a large bowl.

Step 3.

Place all ingredients for the dressing in a jar, season with salt, and shake well. Pour over chopped vegetables and mix. Place the sumac fried bread over the top or toss it through the salad.

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  1. This is a 100% all the time crowd pleaser and by far the most delicious salads I have tried and made.
    It is refreshing during Ramadan with soups especially from my experience.

  2. This is a must during ramadan for some reason! Go team Fatoush! I have never put cinnamon though will add it to my salad tonight!

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