Our first days in Baku we wandered around the old city. I tried my hand at balancing teacups. Looking for new adventures, we wandered around the outskirts of Baku taking a local bus out to the Fire Temple. Originally, a temple around a natural flame worshiped by Zoroastrians. Later, it was taken over by Sikh immigrants.
Famous Flame Towers in the distance
A real Zorastrian feel
On the way back, we stopped at a small shop near the metro station. I got a Lavash and a small tea (Lipton in a plastic cup). Lavash is a type of flat bread common all over the lands of the old Ottoman Empire. This one reminded me of my grandmother May. It had a slightly crunchy texture and yeasty butter taste that took me back to my childhood.
Afterward, I thought about how did my Grandmother learn to make Lavash. Was it something she invented, or something from the Norwegians in Windom, Minnesota like Lefse. Maybe some of the Russian immigrants from Mountain Lake made it. I still remember the Borsch suppers at the Mennonite Church. An even better story is that she learned about it from Azerbaijani or Armenian immigrants during the times she lived in California.