"My earliest memories of the making of the ashure are simply two. The first one takes me back to the moment of holding a little copper bucket filled with a cinnamon/walnut mix and accompanying my mom who would have a big copper bucket of steaming hot pudding and knock on our neighbours' doors. After my mother poured it into each neighbour's bowl, as her busser, I would garnish the pudding. This is of course, a rural way of sharing it," she told me.
