“This is how to stuff an onion,” she’d said, pushing Ferida aside, “First you flake the golden skin off and then, with a sharp knife, make a slit in the top. Boil a pan of water, drop the onion in and let it cook for one minute. When it has cooled, take a linen cloth, wrap it around the onion and hold it firmly in one hand. Squeeze very gently and the next thing you know, the onion will pop out and you will be left with an empty shell in your hand. Then you can stuff it.”
Ferida was badly irritated by this dream. No one knew how to stuff an onion better than she did. Seyda had shown her the semi-boil trick years ago. She was getting old, repeating herself. Ferida had shooed her out of the kitchen with a clattering of pots that she knew gave her a headache. In the morning, when it finally
