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The WHY Behind What I Do (What Drives Me)

For those who have known me for a while now, you know just how far my passion for food and the love for my family and my culture have brought me. Also, thank you for being there for me!

Rouba Shahin

For those of you that just happened to stop by on my blog: I am Rouba, nice to e-meet you!Ā 

My story begins with two cultures intertwined. I was born in Sydney, Australia as part of a big family of 7 children, but spent my childhood in Tripoli, Lebanon. When I was 11 years old, I returned to live in Adelaide. This is where I met Gus, my husband, and we started our little family. I just can’t put into words how much I love my joyful and noisy household—my two boys are everything to me.

If I were to put my mission into one simple phrase, it would look something like this: I try to keep the tradition alive through my cooking (and to feed my growing boys).

WHY I do what I do

grazing table the Middle Eastern Way

I always believed that food has a very special superpower—it just brings people together and revives cherished memories.Ā 

For me, family, food, and culture are linked somehow. I feel that when one cooks, all their feelings, passion, and experiences go into that dish – they’re the real secret ingredient.

What started as a personal project to create a cookbook while interviewing and sharing the stories and recipes of Palestinian women turned into much more.

I want to share my story with you: the Middle Eastern traditions, the flavours, and recipes that have been with me all my life, the joy of cooking, the great atmosphere of entertaining guests, and the passion that brought me to where I am today.

Creating magic and happy memories with food are my gift for you!

WHAT I do

Rouba Shahin carrying a cheesebaord

I am a food blogger…and a busy mum.

I understand what it’s like to manage a household and cook every day. Also, I know how it feels to have to prepare dinner and still have no idea what to do and where to begin – sitting at the kitchen table and looking for the easiest recipe in your cookbook or on Pinterest that is not going to take too much time or cause much fuss.Ā 

That’s why I believe that real home cooking should have simple, easy recipes that anyone can do without being a master chef. I love showing people how easy it can be to whizz up a recipe at home using just a handful of ingredients they already have in the fridge or pantry.

While helping people gain confidence in their cooking skills brings me a lot of joy, organizing grazing tables for special events is also special to me.

Grazing and gatherings go hand in hand, there’s no doubt about that. They both bring people together through conversation, food, and drinks. And there’s something about these events – I love the excitement people show when they walk in, see the food on the table and start wondering which dish to try first.

It’s true that grazing tables are not new, they have always existed but in different ways amongst various cultures. When it comes to the Middle Eastern tradition, we graze, always have. In fact, grazing for us is not just a snack or a starter, it can be the whole meal including dessert.Ā 

We often keep eating even after we have had dessert. We call it the snack after dessert. I guess foodies everywhere are already asking themselves how did they not hear about this before.Ā 

We almost always find ourselves eating away while chatting and sharing food. This is also one thing I appreciate the most about our tradition – the genuine relationships people build while doing something so simple like eating.

HOW I do it

Rouba Shahin

Becoming a better cook has been an amazing journey.Ā 

I am not a chef with a precise technique, I am a home cook. I rely on flavour and have always looked for easy recipes to fit a busy lifestyle.

Most of the time, the recipe ideas for my blog are inspired by my travels, dining out, web, and, most importantly, by my mum and mother-in-law. The recipes I collect have always been my starting point. The first time I make them I’ll follow the instructions as everyone else does, but the next time I cook it I definitely add my twist and remove or add elements until I end up creating my very own recipe.Ā 

My staple ingredients in the kitchen are garlic and onion and let’s not forget about good quality olive oil. Also, I always have cans of chickpeas and tomato as well as natural yogurt in the fridge. Nothing can stop me from coming up with a quick delicious recipe when I have these. I advise you to try this too: put together a couple of ingredients to always have around when it comes to preparing lunch or dinner. It takes the stress away.

When creating or posting new recipes, the most important thing for me is that they are easy to follow and reliable. I want people to easily replicate them and enjoy them. As someone who has always been drawn to cookbooks and recipes, there’s nothing worse than a recipe not working. That’s why I always test my recipes to make sure they work and taste great.Ā 

If I’m testing a new recipe, it’s very likely that my family will have that dish a couple of times a week over the next few weeks until I perfect the quantities. That’s why you’ll also usually find me using my website and following my recipes when cooking for my boys.Ā 

When I finally write up the recipe on my website, my rule is to keep it short and concise. I have always been visual—show me, don’t tell me. This is why I believe in visual recipes with step-by-step photos. They give structure, simple direction, and a visual cue for each step. When you know that you’re on track, it makes the whole cooking experience run smoothly.

Starting your own food journeyĀ 

I think you can agree with me about how satisfying it is to be able to cook for yourself and for your family and friends. To be able to say ā€œYes, I cooked thisā€.Ā 

The most important thing when it comes to cooking is to keep learning. Also, cooking is supposed to be fun, so make sure to leave behind your fear of playing with ingredients and flavours.Ā 

It’s not going to be easy, at least at first – things are not always going to work out or taste as you expected. However, I’ve been there, and it’s going to get better. You’re going to get better at this.

A new exciting (and delicious) world is awaiting you!Ā 

Stay tuned for new recipes every week! And feel free to ask me any questions you might have about cooking or any of my recipes.

With LoveĀ Ā 

 

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xx Rouba

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That’s me at the age of 32 with Merlin, who worked closely with Palestinian families. Together, we were so excited about the project. After that unforgettable visit with Auntie Suad, I was filled with excitement about the project. The women I met were inspiring, and together we had even come up with a name for the cookbook: Taste of Palestine. šŸ„°šŸ‡µšŸ‡ø It was a name that captured the heart of what we wanted to share—stories, recipes, and traditions tied to the land and its people.

But for many reasons, the project didn’t go ahead. At the time, I wasn’t prepared for the reality that not everyone would understand or support what I was doing. There were people who gossiped, joked, and made me question myself. Looking back now, I see that they were the minority, but their words had a way of making me doubt myself 🄺

if this happened now—I would not have let anything stop me. This was for a good cause, but I also believe that everything happens for a reason. The project was meant to be set aside, and I needed to focus on my boys, who were still young.
A couple of years later, we received the heartbreaking news of Auntie Suad’s passing šŸ„²šŸ™šŸ½It felt as though a part of the story had been left unfinished. A few weeks later, something arrived in the mail that would bring me to tears 😭 There’s more šŸ¤—

#recipes #recipeshare #homecooked #homecooking
A week later, and I’m still in awe of that night. Sharing more original videos and highlights—my mum saying a heartfelt prayer šŸ¤²šŸ¼šŸ™šŸ½ the fun moments we shared, and all the love that filled my home ā¤ļø Never did I imagine doing what I love most—feeding, gathering, and creating a space for connection—would lead to raising $8,900 (yes, it’s gone up!) šŸ™ŒšŸ¼
I want you to flick through these photos and videos. Don’t skip seeing those cookies, carefully decorated with the names of just a few of the children taken far too soon šŸ’”A reminder of why we came together that night and why we must keep standing for Palestine šŸ‡µšŸ‡øāœŠšŸ¾
I walked into Auntie Suad’s home with my tape recorder, my notes, and so much excitement. It was the first time we meet. We made a cup of tea, and she began sharing stories about her favourite recipes. I was amazed to hear how, back in Palestine, she’d make pasta from scratch and hang it on the clothes line to dry šŸ
Our conversation kept drifting between her memories of life in Palestine, the struggles her family endured, and her love for food šŸ‡µšŸ‡øšŸ¤
Hours passed without either of us noticing. And Just before I left, I asked her for her favourite recipe. She’d shared so much already, but then she brought out her cookbook. I was in awe—each page covered in food stains, a lifetime of meals captured in that book.  I asked if I can take a photo But Auntie Suad insisted she’d write the recipes out for me instead. ā€œIt’s too dirty,ā€ she said, clearly embarrassed. I told her that was what made it beautiful, but I didn’t want to pressure her. I left, touched by her stories. 

The cookbook that would bring me to tears, but I didn’t know it yet - Stay tuned for Part 3.

#food #memories #stories #recipeshare
Dropping the very first photo I ever shared of myself here! But let’s focus on the story, not the changes since then, okay? šŸ˜‰
Six years ago, I started this journey, so I thought it was time to share the story behind it. This path wasn’t something I simply chose; it felt like it chose me. There were signs, so many signs, all pointing me here. It all started like 20 years ago when I was asked by an occupational therapist—a woman who worked with Palestinian families and visited Gaza with her husband annually to help. She believed a cookbook could raise funds, and since I spoke Arabic and loved cooking, she asked if I’d help put it together.
My role was to gather Palestinian women, listen to their stories, and collect their recipes. That’s how I met incredible women, each with unique memories tied to their food. But one visit, in particular, stood out—a visit to an 80-year-old Palestinian woman named Auntie Suad. She wasn’t my biological aunt, but her passion for food and tradition was inspiring. I was excited to meet her, but I was told to keep it short—she tired easily and needed rest.
Little did I know, this visit would spark something I hadn’t even imagined yet.  Stay tuned for Part 2 ā¤ļø

#journey #foodjourney #mystory #thewhy
The only gift you can give me - Today is my birthday, and I’m reflecting on how grateful I am.  I’m so thankful for the love and support of my family, for my health, for my faith, and for all of you who are part of my journeyā¤ļø

But today, there will be no celebrations. Not for me.
If you’re thinking of wishing me well, I ask for just one thing: Wish for peace. Wish for a free Palestine šŸ‡µšŸ‡ø Wish for an end to the war, an end to the genocide.
Wish peace for the Palestinians and the Lebanese šŸ‡±šŸ‡§- peace for all of usšŸ™šŸ½

That’s the only gift I need today šŸ™šŸ½ā¤ļø

#birthday #peace #family #wish
It’s with a heavy heart that I continue sharing recipes while knowing that people are being DELIBARTELY STARVED. Please correct the language around you – they are not starving, they are being starved. The guilt weighs heavily, but the reality is, I have to keep posting. I’m not here to justify or explain why, because, honestly, I’m mentally drained.

Today, I’m sharing a recipe that brings comfort in tough times. The best ever pistachio rose brownies and so easy to make. These brownies are just the right amount of squidgy on the inside with a lovely crust on the top. The raspberries add a little tartness and cut through the chocolate nicely, which goes perfectly with the brownie. 

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#recipe #recipeoftheday #brownie #brownies #chocolate
When people ask me, ā€˜Is your family okay?’ I want to scream that the people you see on your screens are all my family. Every person, every child, every home — they are my people, my family. šŸ’”

We have run out of words for what we’ve witnessed and continue to witness. Today, I’m being honest with you all: my sadness has turned into anger, my heartbreak into frustration. I feel a mix of helplessness, rage, and deep sorrow, wanting to scream at someone, to shout at the injustice. But instead, I need to channel this energy elsewhere.

Let’s help each other out — how do we process this? How do we keep moving forward? What do you do to cope in moments like these? Drop your advice belowšŸ‘‡šŸ¾Let’s find strength together. šŸ’ŖšŸ¾

#family #anxious #community #helpless #
Read to the end... and ask yourself, why?
Look closely at this photo. It may seem like just a building, but if you look closer, you’ll see holes — scars from a bomb that hit our home in 1983 by Isr-ael . But that’s not the story I’m here to tell. I’m here to talk about family, love, and what it means to grow up between two worlds. Scroll through šŸ‘‰šŸ½ these photos and videos, and at the end, I hope you’ll ask yourself the same question I do: Why are we seen so differently?

I was born in Australia šŸ‡¦šŸ‡ŗ but my father wanted me to grow up in Lebanon šŸ‡±šŸ‡§ surrounded by our family, our culture, and our traditions. He believed that we should grow up in the heart of our roots, amongst our people, to learn who we are and where we come from. And while we did, there was always this underlying reality—war, unrest, the world constantly chipping away at the places we call home 🄲

It’s ironic, isn’t it? In the West, there’s often resentment towards migrants and refugees. They ask why we come, but the truth is, we are here because the very countries they live in have been bombing ours for decades. We never wanted to leave our homes; we were forced to. Our families, our homes, and our childhood memories are left behind, often shattered, while we try to rebuild elsewhereā¤ļø

My trip back home only a couple of month ago was wonderful. I spent time with family and created new memories that I’ll always hold dear. Some of the people you see in these photos, though, have already left their homes. Others are now forced to leave as well. And the rest? They wait with anxious hearts, knowing that more bombs will fall, knowing their world will soon be reduced to rubble šŸ’”

I often wonder — why doesn’t the world see us, Arabs, as people who deserve to live in peace? Why is it that when they look at us, they see something different, something ā€œotherā€? Take a moment to look at these photos and videos. At the end, you’ll see Gus and me, just two normal people, sharing a light moment, having some fun. 

Why is it that the world sees us as anything less than humanšŸ’”