As most of you know, I am proud of my Armenian heritage, and with that comes the passing on of traditions. I have vivid memories of making Pahklova with my mom every Christmas (like Baklava, but Armenian style). My job was to brush the dough with butter. Well, I thought my boys were ready, and just like I remember, they LOVED painting the thin dough ("Is this paper?" Robbie asked!) and helping mommy. I hope they do this with their kids too.
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