20 March, 2010
Airport in Tehran. A black-haired man clutching a big white bag with a writing in Arabic that he doesn’t understand. Will they stop him?
He is nervous, for he doesn’t want to have to give away what’s in the bag – precious boxes of rose and cardamom-scented Iranian pastries and confections. Delicious gifts for family and friends.
23 March, 2010
My dining room, at dusk, in England. Sipping warm masala chai and enjoying the sweets that A. brought me from Iran.
Almond and rosewater baklava, with little pastry and lots of almond. Melts in my mouth.
Round, light brown confection, decorated with green pistachios. Flour halva, perhaps? Smooth, not to sweet, and with a certain roasted flavour that I’m beginning to get seduced by.
Coconut, flour and rose water biscuits – like Persian macaroons?
White coconut & rose water & cardamom fudge-like creation. Divine! (Must learn to make it!)
Tiny melt in the mouth round droplets of biscuit – with cardamom, flour, and icing sugar perhaps? They’re delicious!
Another round biscuit, with almonds. Like almond macaroons?
Garden glistening with rain. Thourgh the dining room door, leading into the rain.
Yellow of the daffodils on the dining room table.
Thank you, A.
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