Earlier this week, I spoke to my daughter's 5th grade class (and the other three classes) about our life in Kyrgyzstan. One of the main meals we ate whenever we visited someone's house was osh. I made my own version to share with the students. The osh and the presentation went well. The best part of making the food is that I made enough for our dinner Monday night, for sharing on Tuesday, and for leftovers. We still have some left in the frig.
Here's what I put in my osh:
When I was making osh on Monday, I couldn't find my recipe card. I made up the recipe from what I could remember. It tasted good, so that was a win.
What do you think?
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