Sunday, June 29, 2014

Aab Talebi : Refreshing melon milk with rose water


In the middest of a hot  summer day, hurdling along the busy,  worn down Mash'had, Iran streets, I spot a "shirini" shop with a big sign that says (آب طالبي) Aab Talebi. I hurry over to catch my dad who is a bit ahead of me ; " Can I have some?" I ask. 




If we're not trying to catch a taxi, or late for a prayer, he will usually agree.

Saturday, June 14, 2014

M'sakhan (Arabic chicken rolls) : A crowd favorite


    " Tahera.., come and finish the salad"

    " Haider, check if the driver has brought the soft drinks"

     " Fatemah, take the plates to the men's reception room"


             You can tell there is a gathering in our house by the smell of incense, the tucked away toys and furniture and the streams of orders going in every direction.



My mom is like a bee flying from the kitchen to the outside frying area to the prayer room. She is crazy busy cooking, chopping, finishing her prayers and giving orders.




It's about 1:30 p.m , the smell of Marag (stew) is now filling the kitchen, people are starting to arrive and my mom is panicking by all the the little tasks yet to be completed. But not for long. For the the greetings, the little chats with my aunts, and the fun making takes away the pressure and returns her to her sanity.