The Plov I grew up eating — memory as a review

I grew up eating Plov and have strong opinions shaped by memory. The version here triggered that recognition in the first bite — the aromatic with fresh herbs was right, quince was handled the way it should be.

tea drinking is a ritual — black tea served in armudu pear-shaped glasses accompanies every social encounter. Growing up it was always a wedding feast, which shaped my reference point entirely. sherbet fruit drink alongside it is the only way it makes sense to me. It's hard to be objective about food you have emotional history with, but objectively: this is very good.