I just finished stuffing and rolling about 40 mallow leaves with rice, pine nuts and ground meat; a major pain, as each leaf has to be carefully checked for bugs. Why do I do it? I stood there just like a good Middle Eastern wife, slaving away over a regional delicacy that nobody else can be bothered to make - mostly for my own satisfaction. But I had to laugh when I remembered how my daughter Dulce went to visit a friend last year at around this time. The friend's mother was serving stuffed grape leaves. Dulce's friend thought that she would be pretty impressed by the exoticism of it all.
"You ever have stuffed grape leaves before?", she asked smugly.
Dulce gave it a moment's thought. "No, but my Mom made stuffed mallow leaves last week," she replied. At which everyone cracked up; Dulce won the weird food contest without even trying.
Miriam