The Burekas I grew up eating — memory as a review

I grew up eating Burekas and have strong opinions shaped by memory. The version here triggered that recognition in the first bite — the warmly spiced was right, pomegranate seeds was handled the way it should be.

Israeli cuisine is shaped by Jewish diaspora traditions from across the world fused with local Levantine ingredients. Growing up it was always a Shabbat family dinner, which shaped my reference point entirely. arak 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.