Dear Readers, I have a confession to make.
Half of my crazy family is Armenian.
We are all spread out around the world and almost none of us speak Armenian any more.
As for me, I haven't even been to Armenia.
Yet there is something that keeps us together. Something that seems to be intrinsicly linked to Armenian people and makes them stand out in a crowd.
I'm not talking about Armenian's way of wearing leopard print all the time. I'm not even referring to their overwhelming Christian faith. Or their so-called hatred of the Turks.
No, my friends, there is something much greater, that every Armenian will relate to and shares.
Love for food.
