I never left the ground until I was married. Flying was something exotic when I was growing up, at least to us, so all of…
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Pork: The other Armenian meat
Cubed pork marinating We went to a local barbecue joint last week with our favorite dining-out partners. They’re both Jewish but they don’t keep a…
Remembering The Great Armenian Race!
Today, as I guess no one has to be reminded, is the Indianapolis 500. All ready with the munchies? Pistachios (check). Twisted cheese (check). Hummus…
When Armenians loved picnics
Unlike most Americans, I’ve never associated picnics with hot dogs and burgers. To me, a picnic just isn’t a picnic unless there’s some form of…
Zucchini and Egg
Some glorious tastes of childhood can never be recaptured. Mostly, that’s a good thing. For example: It’s undoubtedly for the best that I’ve overcome my…
Armenian Chopped Salad
I’m not much of a salad eater, although I should be. We all should be eating salad every day to take advantage of all those…
Hamburger or lamb burger? No contest!
Lule Kebab and Vegetables on the grill Sometimes meals just sort-of happen. I was in the supermarket the other day, heading for the two-for-one chicken…
Years ago, the Big Apple tasted Armenian
Armenian food was everyday food when I was growing up, but it could also be something mysterious and special if it involved a trip to…
Grandpa’s apricot pie
Harry Bichakjian learned to cook somewhere between the historic Armenian city of Kharpert and Chelsea, Massachusetts. Like so much about my maternal grandfather’s life, exactly…
The reluctantly movable feast
In October 1978, as the season’s first frost descended on the Northeast, I announced excitedly that I’d found a great job in South Florida. Robyn…