The Manti I grew up eating — memory as a review

I grew up eating Manti and have strong opinions shaped by memory. The version here triggered that recognition in the first bite — the deeply savoury from lamb fat was right, lamb tail fat kurdyuk was handled the way it should be.

plov rice pilaf is considered the cornerstone of Uzbek hospitality and is cooked by men for important occasions. Growing up it was always a family plov ceremony, which shaped my reference point entirely. black tea with sugar 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.