
httpv://youtu.be/1CVMInq42c4 "Want to help me make the kebabs?" I asked Ava, gesturing toward the pile of long, metal skewers, the bowl of sour cherries swimming in water, and the ground lamb meat, spiced with baharat. I tried to imagine what this spread looked like in a three year-old's mind. Dangerous, slimy, raw. I cringed a little internally, knowing she wouldn't want to help. Knowing this would push every squeamish part of her mind. But then she spoke. "Sure!" she smiled and … [Read more...]


























