Spending the afternoon at Mum’s watching my parents go through the old worn rituals of making qassatat grounds me. Days like these have a way of making me forget the world and simply sink into a place where the only thing that matters is food and family.
This is a traditional Maltese soup ,my hubby who is from Iraq loves it . He does not like peas so I do not put any . I also like to break some eggs in the soup when its almost ready and let them poach . Usually this is done in soppa ta l -armla [.