Sheik al Mehshee: How eggplant healed a heart, and always welcomes us home

I started falling for boys at a fairly young age. In elementary school, each year there was at least one heart-throb who I loved from afar, yearning to stand in line behind him in the cafeteria or get placed on his team for kickball. There was a pair of red striped Adidas, not my usual style, that I insisted on because my little boy crush had these shoes, so surely he’d notice mine.

It was during my teen years that I started to understand what passion, “to suffer,” meant when a boy I was going with shifted his affections to another girl. I heard her favorite color was pink. I promptly bought a pink Swatch. I can be pretty in pink just like her, I thought. My childish ways extended into a week-long moratorium…on eating. It was easier than telling my parents what happened. I just didn’t talk about those sorts of things, figuring that the gulf between what they knew and what I knew was not to be forged (of course I thought I knew more than they did), and I don’t think they were even aware I had this boyfriend. The longing and refusal to eat seemed to compliment my longing for love. Can’t have love, won’t eat. So there.

My mother, unable to get me to tell her why I wasn’t eating, turned to the seduction of her kitchen. She baked cookies and cake, thinking my sweet tooth would bring me down. I held strong. She made macaroni and cheese and my all-time favorite, fried chicken. I sat at the table and willed myself not to eat it, probably one of the more challenging moments of self-denial I’d had at that point in life. That evening my father reached the limits of his patience, and offered me an equally challenging show-down in which he demanded to know what in the $%!@ was going on. His approach left me further resolute…and hungry.


The next day I came home from school and before I set foot in the door, the aroma of roasting eggplant hit me. From the oven emanated the scent of bubbling tomato sauce deeply enriched with eggplant, ground beef, onion, buttery pine nuts, and cinnamon. My mother asked me to check on the sheik al mehshee, traditionally a Lebanese stuffed eggplant dish that she had turned into an even more delicious layered gratin. I opened the oven door and was overpowered not just by the aroma, but the vision of the topping of melting, golden cheese. The mozzarella was not out of her book of Lebanese cookery, but probably borrowed from the techniques of our Italian neighbors across the street. A little bit of cheese on top just added to the succulence of the dish.

She asked me to make the rice, with its handful of toasted angel hair pasta to give the rice another dimension. As I cooked with my mother, and thought about what she’d done for me that week in the kitchen, it hit me that everything was going to be ok even without the boy. That the winds of teen love might shift without notice, but the love of my family was here to stay, and that wasn’t so bad after all. That night, I ate my fill and slept more soundly than I had in a while. By the next morning I had snapped out of it, and was back to my old self again.

For most every homecoming of her five children from college and then their various domiciles, my mother sets to making her sheik al mehshee. She knows that its scent will pull her children to the kitchen, to the table, to her, and open them up to remembering who they are and where they come from, no matter what kinds of aches and pains have wounded them along the way. What she doesn’t perhaps realize is that coming home to find the mouthwatering scent and flavor of sheik al mehshee in her kitchen is nothing compared to finding her there, waiting for us.


Sheik al Mehshee

2 medium-sized globe eggplant
2 tablespoons extra virgin olive oil
2 tablespoons butter
½ cup pine nuts
1 pound ground beef or lamb
1 medium onion, coarsely chopped
2 cloves garlic, minced
1 teaspoon salt
1 teaspoon cinnamon
¼ teaspoon pepper
1 28 oz. can tomato sauce
1 cup shredded fresh mozzarella cheese (optional)

Cut eggplant in half crosswise, then cut lengthwise in ½ inch slices.

Brush both sides of eggplant slices lightly with olive oil. Arrange on a baking sheet and broil eggplant in batches until deep mahogany brown, turning once to brown both sides.

Preheat oven to 375 degrees.

In a small frying pan, melt 1 tablespoon of butter. Add the pine nuts and cook until golden brown, stirring constantly. Remove from heat and set aside.

In a medium sauté pan, melt butter over medium low heat. Add chopped onion and cook over medium heat until translucent, stirring occasionally. Add the garlic and cook until fragrant, about a minute. Add the ground beef, breaking up the meat with a spoon. Season with salt, cinnamon, and pepper. Cook until meat is medium-well done, continuing to break up the meat into small pieces with a spoon.

Butter or spray a 9x13x2-inch baking or similar sized gratin dish with oil. Spread about ½ cup of tomato sauce in bottom of dish. Place eggplant slices over the sauce, covering as much surface area of the bottom of the dish as possible. Spoon ½ of the meat evenly over the eggplant and pour half of the remaining tomato sauce over the meat. Sprinkle with half of the pine nuts. Repeat, layering eggplant, meat, pine nuts, and tomato sauce. Finish with a layer of eggplant and cover with more tomato sauce. Note that this can be done in two layers of eggplant if you prefer (or if you don’t have enough eggplant for three layers of it) by making a layer of eggplant and nuts, then meat, then eggplant and nuts on top.

Pour enough water along the sides of the dish to fill the gratin almost to the top (about 1/2-inch from the top). This is an important step or your sauce will be too thick.

Cover tightly with foil and bake for 1 ½ hours. Remove foil and sprinkle with mozzarella cheese, if using. Bake for about ½ hour longer, uncovered, until cheese is bubbling and golden

Remove from oven and serve immediately with rice, Lebanese pita bread, and a crisp Romaine salad.

A PDF of this recipe can be found here.


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27 Responses to Sheik al Mehshee: How eggplant healed a heart, and always welcomes us home

  1. Tom says:

    Thank you for the sweet story that accompanies this recipe. You reminded me that we can taste our memories, both the pain and the love, as surely as we can vividly recall the nourishing dish that healed us.

  2. Kevin Schoeler says:

    Maureen, you are truly amazing and I LOVE your writing! I can so hear your voice in this. Let’s not wait until a trip to France for you to share another story with me in person.

  3. Peggy says:

    Beautiful, Sister!

  4. Maria Bill says:

    Your recipes keep me in the kitchen “just a little while longer” and your writing keeps me coming back to your blog for more…it so heartfelt!

  5. Alberta says:

    Maureen u are amazing I enjoying reading ur writing and the cooking and pics are great ur the best harbor springs is the place for u keep it up love u and my aunt Mary talk soon!!!!

  6. Sweet story, that ring so true; this sheikh al-mehshi, with the twist of cheese instead of yogurt is really alluring! Will try it next time.

  7. Linda says:

    Maureen, if I didn’t know better, I would think I/we were the Italians next door. Our childhood memories are strikingly similar: family first, resolute personalities, and a kitchen table that was the hub of the universe. Thanks for the recipe — a little variation (with the pine nuts) on a family favorite!

  8. Patti Markho says:

    Maureen, Loved loved loved this one!! You are a true artist with your words.

  9. Jane Mc. says:

    What a wonderful story — and such a tribute to your mom — and all moms who cook with love!

  10. Brion says:

    It’s the reason this food exists…wonderful women over the centuries figured out how to put love and food on the dinner table because they didn’t have time get both done separately for the entire family.

    I know the aroma of my mother’s kitchen….The home is magic when she’s cooking. I took my life lessons from the kitchen because that’s where my mom was in the morning and when I came home from school. Those talks weren’t easy but they always smelled good.

  11. Diane Nassir (My maternal grandmother was an Abowd) says:

    Love this column, as always, and love the recipe–one of my favorites to eat, and, to cook! I make it vegetarian style, and use 1/4″ thick slices of onion instead of the meat. And, yes, lots and lots of cinnamon– (the two things hardest for me to give up when I became a vegetarian 21 years ago for ethical reasons, was kibbeh and sheish barack [forgive my horrible spelling].

  12. Jim says:

    Really touching and beautifully written. xo

  13. kathy says:

    I think perhaps a few of us have a simular story. I too can have a flash back at the smell of cookies baking.
    Thanks for reminding me of those sweet times in life.

  14. Ginny says:

    Thank you for one of the best dinners I have had in a long time! This was fabulous.

  15. Emma says:

    Yum! I just made this dish (with your serving suggestions) for my New Year’s dinner with friends! Delicious – thank you for the recipe Maureen! Happy New Year!

  16. Jody says:

    Love your stories almost as much as your recipes, Maureen!!! Thanks for the smiles!!

  17. Roseann Atty says:

    I just LOVE eggplant and cannot wait to try this ! You must be a terrific cook!

  18. Amy S says:

    What a beautifully written post. I can’t wait to try this dish!


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