Pashayan, Mariam

As a little girl growing up in Armenia, our dinner was always a big deal, and it was always with family. My grandmother didn't have too many pots and pans. I remember her having a big pot that she cooked in that would feed ten to twenty people and a big cast iron pan, which she used for pan-roasted potatoes or deep fried summer veggies. Her kitchen was not color-coded and pots and pans were not fancy. Food was always simple and never too complicated and, most of all, it was delicious. My grandmother's pantry was very simple: salt, pepper, cumin, all spice, some kind of red pepper. The base of