Life, Liberty, and the Pursuit of Persian Food
My Iranian Mother Wanted Me to Cook Recipes from the Motherland. I Wanted to Be Independent.
My cavalier cooking practices have been a cause for shame and concern for my Iranian mother. To me, eating is just something you do to stay alive; for her and her legion of friends and family that grew up in the Motherland, cooking is a rite of passage to womanhood, the foundation of family and all things good in the world.
You know, everything a ready-made, heart attack-inducing Doritos Locos Taco is not.
So it comes as no surprise to find my mother one day standing by my open fridge …
