Iradi Food Home

No recipe today. This week was very strange for all Talas, you know why. The Americans left on the 3rd, then on the 9th the new flag, and for a week the neighbours came in and out of my kitchen like it is a railway station. Nobody could sit alone.

I made the big pot of plov on Saturday for everybody in the stairwell and 31 persons ate, I counted. Aunt Maria brought bread, Dilnoza brought her husband and her tea. Nobody said anything about the politics, we talked about weddings and prices and whose son goes to study. I think this is how we are good at: we feed each other and wait.

Jen, thank you for the e-mail, we are fine. Please tell your sister Beth too. She cooked my plov in her kitchen in the Cottonwood Estates and sent me the photo, I laughed and cried both.