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Wednesday, January 11, 2006
tales of lavosh

It was long and flat and triangular. If I were to describe it in precise terms, I'd say it was a very narrow 15-inch long speckled brown isosceles triangle.

I stared at it in utmost curiosity as I waited in line to order my mid-morning cup of hot chocolate. There it reposed, in a tall glass jar on the counter top, with many other speckled isosceles triangles nestled amongst a bunch of equally long bread sticks. Was it some type of biscuit? Some species of abnormally long nacho chip?

I took a closer look at the two labels on the jar. One read bread sticks, of course. The other read lavosh. I said it under my breath...lavosh...testing the feel of the word on my tongue. How exotic it sounded.

It was finally my turn at the counter. I smiled at Bonnie, who was manning the counter that day, and pronounced my usual order of hot chocolate, short.

"Would you like to try some of our new foodstuff, Stef?" Bonnie asked. "We have these really yummy donuts, or maybe you'd like to try the lavosh?" She pointed to the long triangles.

"What is it?" I asked. I should've known then that it was the wrong question. I don't think she could ever tell me what it is, only what it's made of or what it tastes like.

"It's good, and it's slightly spicy so there's a nice bite to it," she told me. See? She didn't really answer my question. Nevertheless, my curiosity was stirred enough for me to want to try one. So I bought one very long triangle -- for only 5 bucks, which made me happy. I ordered it to-go, and she looked at the long lavosh, not knowing how to wrap it. It didn't seem right to split that beautiful triangle in two somehow. In the end she had no choice; she broke it off in the middle and stuffed it into a paperbag.

Back at my desk. I unwrapped the so-called lavosh and gingerly bit into it. It was definitely not a nacho chip. But yes, it did taste like some sort of biscuit. And it was quite tasty. And rather spicy. Never trust people when they say something is slightly spicy. Chances are, it's spicier than either one of you thinks.

I have taken a liking to the tasty triangles however, and believe that I am in the early stages of lavosh addiction. But I still don't know what it actually is. How can one get addicted to something one can't even define, only describe? I finally resorted to one surefire way of finding answers to questions. I went to Google.

What is lavosh? It is a yeast-raised, unleavened Middle Eastern flatbread, also known as Armenian cracker bread, usually served as round (personally, i prefer the isosceles triangles), thin, crisp crackers, great with soup, and also used as ingredients for making popular Aram Sandwiches -- which I am not familiar with, by the way. If you're curious, Google it. Wink






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