When Marash Girl was first married, she was in the kitchen making salad with Medzmama (Marash Boy's mother).
Having been brought up by an American-Armenian mother from Cambridge, Massachusetts, Marash Girl was acclimated to the joys of chunky "American" salad . . . but chunky American salad was not in the vocabulary of Marash Girl's mother-in-law, who was born in Marash.
Now this was a real problem for Marash Girl, because Marash Girl loved the crunch of the chunk of fresh vegetables in a tossed "American" salad dressed with olive oil and vinegar; she had no taste whatsoever for the finely chopped Marash style Armenian salad of tomatoes, onions and parsley dressed with lemon juice.
But as far as her mother-in-law was considered, she (Marash Girl) had no taste whatsoever if Marash Girl could not produce a salad of finely chopped parsley, finely chopped onions, and finely chopped tomatoes . . . (not to put too fine a point on it!)
Luckily, Medzmama loved to make (and eat) the Armenian salad, and Marash Girl loved to make (and eat) the chunky American salad, and, as they say, the rest is history!