When he was expecting us, he often prepared our favourite
meal, melocheya – a kind of specially prepared Egyptian green – with
baby pigeons, which he would serve on his table after having spread newspapers
instead of a tablecloth on his bare table. We ate with aluminium cutlery, and
we ripped the pigeons apart with our hands. The melocheya with the rice was
worth the trip.
From The Lost Gospel by Herbert Krosney.
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