The cloth
In an Uzbek home the cloth goes down first. Everything after it is a gift to the guest, and the guest is never allowed to leave hungry.
A table is laid the old way: bread first, then plov, then tea that never runs out.
In an Uzbek home the cloth goes down first. Everything after it is a gift to the guest, and the guest is never allowed to leave hungry.
Yellow carrots, lamb and rice cooked in a cast-iron kazan over open flame. Chickpeas, raisins, quail eggs and a whole head of garlic steamed on top.
Bread slapped onto the wall of a clay oven, stamped with a chekich and scattered with sesame. Break it, never cut it.
Flaky dough around hand-cut lamb and onion, baked on the tandir wall until the edges blister. Eat them hot, with black pepper.
Cubed lamb with tail fat on the skewer, grilled over coals and served with raw red onion, sumac and grilled tomato.
Green tea poured back into the pot three times so it brews evenly, with rock sugar on the side. The bowl is never filled to the brim, so it will always be topped up.