I love to listen to my father’s reflection of traditional foods he used to eat growing up in Iran. He imparts with such fondness of a happy childhood. With a tender voice, a sparkle in his eyes, and a sweet smile, he shares with me his memories of meals his mother lovingly prepared for him. I guess now I know where I inherited my love of food!
I know it’s hard to believe, but here in Southern California, we have had extremely cold weather lately. Every morning, we wake up with frost! At nights, my father prepares a raging fire in the fireplace to fill the house with crackling sounds of wood burning, heat, and crimson glow. To please him, my mother on this one cold night prepared a traditional dish my father had as a child during cold, snowy, winter nights. Nestled warm by the fireplace, sometimes it feels refreshing to have something cool as a snack. Ice cream is too cold and after a while, how much hot cocoa can one drink? A healthy alternative is always good option!