This piece is not exactly environmentally focused—this one is about family. My grandmother was born in Baghdad, Iraqi in the 1930s, at a time when Iraq and its Jewish communities were flourishing. But with increasing antisemitic sentiments and acts of violence and persecution over the next decade, she was forced to leave with her family as part of the Israeli airlifts between 1949-51. She has lived in Manchester, England ever since, dedicating her life to raising four children and nourishing her growing family with inimitable Iraqi dishes. But while my grandmother has always been adamant about sharing her cooking, she has been reluctant to share her recipes and details about her past. While this originally was an attempt to learn more about my grandmother, it became an exploration of the barriers in communication between generations and our very human desire to resist the inevitable changes that come with the passage of time.