нон дар нондону, калдаш дар осмон [non dar nondonu, kaldaş dar osmon] (The bread is in the basket, the key is in heaven.)
– Tajik saying
This is our 13th anniversary! Can you believe it?
Because some people are strange about the number 13 (there is a house in our neigbhourhood that is number 15 – directly next door to the west is 19 and the houses directly to the eastare 11a and 11! How confusing it must be for taxi drivers and delivery people….)
So. (heeheheee – I LOVE starting and ending a sentence with “so”) Let’s avoid that number 13; this is our “baker’s dozen” anniversary. (I was quite proud of myself when I suddenly thought of this.)
Our fearless leader, Tanna (My Kitchen in Half Cups), chose the bread we would make because, like me, she read “Samarkand” by Caroline Eden and Eleanor Ford, and like me, she felt compelled to get bread stamps to make Uzbek Uyghur-style bread, or “Non”. (continue reading )