When I was a child in Baghdad, my mum would spend hours and hours cooking to bring the family together. With every meal came a story and with those stories came the survival of our history as the Assyrian people. Due to decades of genocides, war and displacement my people have been uprooted from our homeland, we have been scattered all around the world. That’s why it is even more important that our traditions are passed on to our younger generations so that we’re not forgotten.
My mother started cooking these at the age of ten and sixty years later, she has mastered this recipe. She is well known for her artistry in making these heavenly cookies and is often asked to go and assist other community members in making them. She has a reputation for precise and carefully crafted kileche that have been part of our home and our story for decades.
This is for you mum. With love, Evan.