The Malabi I grew up eating — memory as a review

I grew up eating Malabi and have strong opinions shaped by memory. The version here triggered that recognition in the first bite — the sesame-rich and nutty was right, za'atar was handled the way it should be.

Shabbat and holiday meals follow religious traditions that shape the food served. Growing up it was always a Carmel Market street stall, which shaped my reference point entirely. Israeli wine 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.