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12.17.2006

i ate

One of my most favorite childhood memories is sitting down on the floor in grandmother’s house in the qaseem province in Saudi and having deep fried, salty dthab fat for the first time. I think I was 10 years old and she thought the best way to introduce me to my ancestors cuisine is to let me eat it first and THEN let me know what it is. I enjoyed it, I enjoyed it hugely but then I asked what it was and then she told me. I crave it to this day. And I have seen it get cooked alive like a lobster, and I have also seen it get served while it still has not died completely.

DThab

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