Preserving the Art of Central Valley Armenian Home Cooking

Detour

Three years ago, I was planning to move to Washington, DC for my job when my life met a major detour. Following my heart led me back to Fresno, a move that extended my commute to work by about 2,500 miles! For the next 2 years, I tried to “stay the course” as my detours multiplied, and then I finally gave in.

Here are three points about detours that I’ve since come to understand:

  1. Stepping off any given “track” yields perspective, and perspective is really helpful in navigation.
  2. Detours for caregiving disproportionately affect women, and the economic consequences are quantifiable. (I replaced the “o” in “Detour” with the female symbol to underscore this point.)
  3. Detours can lead to interesting places. This cooking project – for example – has long been my dream, but I never would have set aside the time to do it pre-detour.

Because I expect to gain rich perspective from the detours up ahead , I’m dedicating this section of the blog to celebrating them and seeing what more can be learned from the inevitable twists and turns.

Hippocampus is Greek for Seahorse

Hippocampus is Greek for Seahorse

“Hippocampus, Greek for seahorse…” are the only words I remember from  my mom’s neurology visit. As she showed my mom’s brain scan, I suppose the doctor felt compelled to illustrate just how aptly these short-term memory centers are named. Although she sidetracked me with that […]

Kesh-Gaggle

Kesh-Gaggle

There’s a whole lot of gagging going on these days. Gaggles. Gag orders. To indulge my mother, I made a different kind of “gag”—  a chicken and wheat porridge known as keshkag in Armenian cuisine. Because it’s her favorite dish, I made it twice last […]