turkey and hummus
I remember having the conversation years back with my good Armenian friend Levon about our middle eastern holiday meals.
It’s never JUST American food. We gotta slip in the stuff we grew up with, just so our parents can enjoy it too.
Yeah, I mean, it’s always Turkey and Hummus Day for us. Don’t know about you.
True dat L, true dat. This year it was an array of foods and guests pouring in from such exotic places such as Hungary, Romania, and Austin Texas.
God knows it’s a good holiday dinner when your boyfriend gets called a cowboy by your 75 year old grandmother who speaks limited English, only to be responded to by having your entire family called terrorists. Good times!
The other fantastic thing I heard over the day, while teetering off my 3rd glass of Syrah on the rooftop patio was my mother’s retelling of one of her first dates with Bob.
My mother:
People don’t know what to think of Iranians. I mean, I remember one of the first dates I had with Bob. He asked me if we knew what spaghetti was. “They’re like noodles, you know… like noodles?”
Bob:
How was I supposed to know? I mean, we had just started going out, and she had this really strong accent.
News flash Bob, she still has that accent. Only, you’ve grown immune to it I think.
My awesome mushroom breadpudding
Me and Grandma
Austin, Arash and Zsofi
Ash, Arash and George
