This is my brother eating shawarma in Beirut.
This is Karena, my favorite breakfast place where we consumed 10 hours and 5 cheesecakes, Neil and Çiya, which is a place on the Asian side that makes good Anatolian food.
The making of an apple pie for my parents, featuring butter (dialogue with mother: -Mom, do we have margarine? -We don’t do margarine, use butter), (dialogue with father, passing by: -Don’t you think this looks a little too much? -No.), the end product, and the powder sugar sifter, which I learned is one of the two things at that house that are the products of the Yerevan Something Something Factory. The other one is a jezve, which I learned that my mom was at one point planning on putting on ebay in hopes of capitalizing on some poor Armenian’s nostalgia. The pie was awesome. My dad said it was a little underbaked (it wasn’t), my mom said I should have used a smaller dish (she told me we didn’t have one).
By day, by my brother, who probably had an average of three every 24 hours.