Crazy Apron

If you hear a woman softly tapping on a plate in the music of this post, it’s not a mistake.

Bukharian women used to sing this way at home, keeping rhythm with a simple plate.

It reminds me of the women who shaped my kitchen.

My grandmother Yaffa, who raised eight children after being widowed in her 50s.
Sharp humor, quiet elegance, and a presence you didn’t argue with.
People say I look like her. I think I carry some of her spirit too.😊

My grandmother Zina, widowed in her 20s.
Life demanded strength from her very early.
Yet her kitchen was always warm and generous.
She cooked without recipes - only memory and instinct. My baking skills are definitely from her 🤍

And my mother.
Married for 56 years, always smiling, always moving.
The kind of woman who can turn a frozen chicken into a full meal on the table in half an hour. 👸👑
Over the years she has hosted hundreds - maybe thousands - of people in her home.

From these women I learned something simple.

For me, food is a language of love.💕

Happy International Women’s Day.🌹