Mummy made me bone marrow soup to help my talus bone heal. The first spoonful brought back a memory:
By a log fire, my grandfather took me on his lap and removed the lid off the cauldron. Inside was the head of the calf that had been sacrificed earlier that day (it was Kurban Bayramı). He handed me a piece of bread, and I held on to it dutifully as he began to pull off tender bits of meat from the skull. He opened the jaw, pulled out the tongue, peeled it and fed me some.
featured in romka # 7, 2012