The smallest moments always make the best memories that stay with you forever. For me, those moments happened when my whole extended family came together for the weekend at the beach house. We all sat around playing card games, chilled by the fireplace, and swam in the water, until we heard my grandmother yell that lunch was ready. Then everyone raced to the dining table before all the good food was gone. My grandmother made many different Mediterranean foods, samosa, chapaty bread, and a variety of Middle Eastern appetizers. Of course, none of those delicious dishes were touched until my grandmother's seven up chicken was completely gone. The whole family fought over it until my grandmother came in and surprised us with another plate of it. Over time, we grew up, people got busier, and the tradition faded. My grandma’s secret recipe will never fade, though. This recipe is special because it represents where I come from, it also brings our whole family together and has been passed down to my mother and I. When my mother, two sisters, and I moved to the United States about 5 years ago we didn’t really have much to remember Kuwait by. We left all my other family members behind, which was challenging and scary because we had to adjust to a different culture and a new environment. However, this special recipe has become my comfort food. Whenever I feel homesick, my mother makes this recipe for me, and it reminds me of all the fun times I’ve had with my family at the beach house.

– ZKH

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