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Growing up an American-Armenian in the 1950s and ’60s had its ups and downs.
On one hand, I always felt special, having two sets of friends. American schoolmates and Armenian church friends. These two groups never mingled.
Editor’s note: This is the first in a column by the Kalajians that will tackle the vast topic of Armenian food and food culture. We’ve been blogging about Armenian food for about a year now, [...]
When we were kids, the word “LAMB!’’ pasted in the butcher’s window was as sure a sign of spring as the first blooming iris. Lamb was the traditional Easter meal for just about everyone in [...]