The Dushbara I grew up eating — memory as a review

I grew up eating Dushbara and have strong opinions shaped by memory. The version here triggered that recognition in the first bite — the richly layered was right, chess herbs (dill, parsley, tarragon, mint) 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 traditional Azerbaijani home dinner, which shaped my reference point entirely. armudu black tea 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.