Watching village women bake lavash
in a sunken tonir oven is a highlight of
everyone’s visit to Armenia—everyone except me, of course.
I was held hostage by a nasty head
cold during part of last year’s trip to the homeland, so Robyn trekked up a
mountainside without me to observe the ancient bread-making ritual.
I was sad
to have missed it but I would have been a lot sadder if she hadn’t
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Armenia's cultural profile is rising along with its bread thanks to a new international partnership
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