The Nihari I grew up eating — memory as a review

I grew up eating Nihari and have strong opinions shaped by memory. The version here triggered that recognition in the first bite — the rich with slow-cooked depth was right, dried apricots was handled the way it should be.

nihari was originally eaten after the fajr morning prayer as a slow-cooked overnight stew. Growing up it was always a family Eid feast, which shaped my reference point entirely. zeera cumin water 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.