When I was young, I remember family dinners vividly. All of our family gatherings were structured around food. My mom would invite her friends over, light up charcoal grills, and sit around the table rolling grape leaves, building a Syrian feast from scratch. Falafel, hummus, baked pasta, stuffed grape leaves, tabouli, kabobs. Putting love and life into each ingredient while she laughed and smoked cigarettes, always making more than enough for all the families.
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