The Samsa I grew up eating — memory as a review

I grew up eating Samsa 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, cumin was handled the way it should be.

Uzbek cuisine sits at the crossroads of the ancient Silk Road trade routes. Growing up it was always a family plov ceremony, 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.