As kids in a home full of internationals, magical experiences were common. Every day was like a carnival and routine was hard to come by. I relished the excitement of new faces, new foods, new smells and new stories. Let me tell you the story of Mahmoud, a blind Iranian man who lived with us for a while. He had the most impact on my connection to earth, to culture and to food.
(photo: Mahmoud on our front porch telling stories. Learning to make Iranian dishes with Mahmoud's wife.)
(photo: My mother wrote in everything. And now, her notes help me remember the flavors of our childhood.)
(photo: Yes, that's me stuffing my face!)