Growing Up Palestinian in Iowa—Before Hummus, 9/11 & Christchurch

How I found community through food. “I dare you to touch it,” my neighbor nudged me, pointing to the lamb’s eye—still intact—as we hovered over the cooler where it was being stored. I stood frozen until Grandma Amina gestured for us to lift the cooler and bring it to her to be seasoned. It was an …