All the plov, all the meat

First, my sister bought the wrong kind of lamb for the gheimeh— (pricey) shank instead of stew. So I figured I’d make Uzbek lamb plov and not let the meat (and money) go to waste.

Then, I couldn’t find the right spices in Michigan (quel surprise😳). But I did find a “Georgian” mix at @traderjoes so I figured I’d use that, plus some others we had for good/delicious measure.

Eventually I dish up the finished plov, with my dad watching me literally over my shoulder, muttering disapprovingly, “Oh my god— way too much food and way too much meat. Oh my oh my. Who is going to eat all this?!” At this point, I’m annoyed.

And then we get to the table. And we eat. And it is delicious, though not totally Uzbek in flavor. And then everyone leaves the table…except my father, who keeps eating until there is nearly nothing left. SO I GUESS WE KNOW WHO WAS GOING TO EAT ALL THIS FOOD OH MY GOD.