My mother was born to Armenian parents in Jerusalem.
She grew up in the Armenian Quarter.
She left Jerusalem shortly after the six-day war in 1967 to attend Haigazian college in Beirut.
My mother is responsible for my love of cooking. Feeding my family and friends is my love language.
She is also responsible for keeping Armenian cuisine alive in my life.
My favorite Armenian food is kufteh. It’s prepared in various ways – either in a pan or shaped into little “footballs.”
This rich culture and the Armenian people are in jeopardy as a war is raging against them by Azerbejian, backed by Turkey.
There is a war on the ground with artillery and tanks.
There is also a war of misinformation.
They are hoping that you won’t notice what they’re doing.
Or, that you’ll get information fatigue and stop paying attention.
Please pay attention.