A Family Recipe: Sarma

Familial connection strengthened through the recipes

“Climb a little higher. There are fresh leaves behind the grapes,” my mother-in-law shouts in Turkish from below. Despite my keen fear of heights, I do as she says and find a cluster of large, perfectly intact grape leaves. I snap them from the vine and add them to the pile I have gathered under my arm. As I descend from the shaky ladder, my mother-in-l…