The Naryn I grew up eating — memory as a review

I grew up eating Naryn and have strong opinions shaped by memory. The version here triggered that recognition in the first bite — the richly meaty and caraway-forward was right, Devzira rice 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 bazaar food stall, which shaped my reference point entirely. non flatbread alongside 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.