I’ll start by announcing that this is a post where I bury the lede. Some good and interesting thing(s) happened recently but in order to tell you about it, I first have to tell you the story of how it all came about.
Let’s travel back in time to the 4th of July holiday weekend of this year. And query: Where did the summer go? Why does time go so fast? Or as my cousin Gelareh used to ask when she was very little: “why is it day and then it becomes night and then it’s day and night again?” I don’t know Gelareh joon. I do not know.
But what I do know is that I spent the 4th of July holiday weekend with my folks and a rollicking good time was had by yours truly. I enjoyed making a bear get tipsy drinking sour cherry sharbat; I gorged as much of maman joon’s yummy food as prudence allowed, and then, I ate some more; and even though a freelancer’s work is never done, I gave myself a whole lot of time off for good behavior. The weather was unbelievably good too: sunny, breezy, almost cool, just glorious. Such a pretty sky. Weather like this does not often happen in the environ of our nation’s capital (built on swamp land as it is, prone to hot and humid misery) in the dead of summer. Let us give thanks where thanks is due.
So! To celebrate this stroke of good fortune, I spread the folks’ little Persian carpet (the dude with the beard gazing at the moon is supposed to be the Persian poet Omar Khayam by the way) on the deck and arranged little snack bowls of albaloo ‘o gilas (cherry and sour cherry) around me (a girl needs sustenance at all times after all) and commenced to luxuriate in the pleasure of leafing through a few amazing books that I’d been dying to get my hands on.
Like this book of Shahnameh, The Epic Tome of The Persian kings:
This illustrated edition of Shahnameh is a to-die for glorious book. The peerless, magnificent poetry of the revered Persian poet Ferdowsi (also spelled Ferdosi) as rendered in gorgeous illustrations by Hamid Rahmanian. Every page is pure pleasure for the senses and the mind. My sister has started a beautiful tradition of gifting a copy on family birthdays. Uh … I have a birthday coming up, sis! Just saying! Ahem …
After that tangible feast, I turned my attention to the other books, objects of desire, calling out my name. First, I leafed through The New Persian Kitchen, a beautiful cookbook by Louisa Shaffia, drooling over every recipe, wanting to make every recipe (remember an earlier guest post, a gorgeous Persian dinner party where the host used recipes from Louisa’s cookbook?)
And then finally, I put my head on a pillow to lose myself in the pleasure of reading the novel “Together Tea” by Marjan Kamali. An engrossing story that tells the funny and moving tale of an Iranian family who immigrate to the United States.
And because if you don’t Instagram it, it did NOT happen, I Instagrammed it, like so:
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This weekend I ate cherries sour cherries Persian food Dutch cookies giggled with my favorite peeps watched fireworks and saluted the Red White and Blue spent quality time with a bear enjoyed miraculously exquisite weather lounged on deck with Omar Khayam & read a pretty #Persian cookbook (by @lucidfood) & an engrossing #IranianAmerican novel (by @marjankamali7) & counted my blessings on my fingers + toes until I ran out of both. #thestorieswetell
And then because you can’t just Instagram, you have also have to tweet it, or it did NOT happen, I tweeted it for good measure as well. Like so:
— Fig & Quince (@figandquince) July 6, 2014
Which then led to Louisa and Marjan and I tweeting about a potential get-together.
Which then led to Persian Tradition Wine (from Napa, California) offering to send us wine for our get together.
And then this happened. Like, whoa!
— Fig & Quince (@figandquince) August 8, 2014
And so, it came about that on a beautiful summer afternoon, yours truly had the immense luck and pleasure and joy of meeting and befriending these two lovely ladies! Marjan joon and Louisa joon! We only got to spend a scant couple of hours together but we covered a lot of ground and forged a bond. Needless to say, a lot of the talk centered around … Persian food! And plans are afoot to start what Louisa calls a “Persian potluck” with us and a few other New York based Persian food bloggers and writers. (We’re looking at you, local Persian food bloggers extraordinaire: Ahu joon & Azita joon) & truly can not wait. This promises to be the beginning of many beautiful friendships.
Hey Marjan and Louisa! Hi! Hi! I get happy looking at your pix and can’t wait to see you again! And thank you Persian Wine for giving us the perfect excuse to stop dilly dallying and to get together once and for all.
And there you have it, gentle reader, the story of the awesome things that happened recently.
And while you’re still with me (you are still with me, gentle reader, right? tapping on the microphone here … OK, just checking) a friendly reminder that this Sunday I’m doing a fun show and tell about my trip to Iran. I’d be thrilled if you could make it.
When | Sunday August 24, 2014 | 5 pm
Where | De-Construkt | 41 Seabring Street, 3rd Floor, Brooklyn, NY 11231
Here’s the invite on Facebook. (This is a cultural, non-political event.)
And on that note:
Cheers! Khoda hafez & Khoda be hamrah! Have a Lovely Weekend!