Grandma’s Lavash

On Sunday morning Grandma lit the tonir oven. “Today we’re baking lavash,” she said.

Ani helped — sifting the flour and pressing the dough with little hands. Grandma rolled it thin, like a big round moon.

The lavash baked quickly, and a warm smell filled the whole yard. The neighbours came over, and Grandma shared with everyone.

In the evening everyone sat at the table with warm lavash, cheese and herbs, telling old stories.

The tastiest bread is the bread we bake together. Good night, Ani.