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<h2class="blog-post-title"dir="auto"><ahref="https://picturingjordan.com/2016/12/kanafeh-classy-palestinian-dessert/">Kanafeh: the Classy Palestinian Dessert</a></h2>
<pclass="blog-post-meta"><timedatetime="2016-12-09T17:22:59+02:00">Fri Dec 09, 2016</time> by Alan Orth in
<p>I’m ashamed to say that it took me almost one month to discover this sweet, cheesy dessert after moving to Jordan. Originally from <ahref="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nablus">Nablus</a>, a Palestinian city apparently known for “high cuisine,”<ahref="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kanafeh">kanafeh</a> is one of those things that they just can’t make fast enough. At one famous shop called Habibah in downtown Amman there is always a line, and it’s even a bit stressful ordering there unless you know what you’re doing!</p>
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<h2class="blog-post-title"dir="auto"><ahref="https://picturingjordan.com/2016/11/red-orange-yellow-rice-bab-al-yemen/">Red, Orange, and Yellow Rice at Bab al-Yemen</a></h2>
<pclass="blog-post-meta"><timedatetime="2016-11-27T12:59:44+02:00">Sun Nov 27, 2016</time> by Alan Orth in
<p>You haven’t lived until you and your friends have eaten seventeen different colors of rice, meat, and sauces while sitting on the floor at the <em>Bab al-Yemen</em> restaurant in Amman. If my experience is anything to go by, every item on the menu is downright delicious—including the humongous, flame-kissed flatbread that would be almost as fascinating to see being made as it was to eat.</p>
<p>There’s a shop in Amman’s main market downtown that sells traditional Arabic sweets. I’m not sure who was more excited about this half-kilogram of baklava (which is called “<em>baklawa</em>” in Arabic)—me, or the jovial young Jordanian selling it.</p>
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