“When our family got together for this Sunday afternoon dinner, both ends of the Armenian culinary map were represented.”
- Peter Balakian shares a meal to remember.
A meal is flavored with the past and future.
By Peter Balakian
I'm recalling a Sunday in the late 1970s when I was home from graduate school and the two sides of my family arrived at my parents' house in Tenafly, New Jersey, bearing dishes for a big meal. My parents, sisters and brother, cousins and aunts and uncle and I sat around the oval walnut table in the dining room, sunlight on the yellow walls.