My grandparents lived in Tbilisi (my grandfather was a Tbilisi Armenian, and my grandmother, a Jew on her mother’s side, evacuated to Georgia from Kharkiv as a teenager and stayed there). When I was little, in the 1980s, every winter, they would send us a package from sunny Georgia to our home in the Moscow suburbs.

pie

Eyal’s lemon pie

Over the past year, there have been too many losses. But those we hold dear will always stay with us, even when we cook their favorite dishes. This was Eyal’s favorite dessert, and we will remember him too.

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drinks

Tzvi Mirkin’s coffee

Coffee is the smell of childhood. And, in a way, envy. Parents brewing coffee on weekend mornings (and on weekdays too, but everyone had breakfast at different times). And a burning desire to try it, despite being told that it was too early for kids, bad for the heart, and so on.