gluttons unite

i must have taken it for granted all those years. every party we were invited to, the food was simply divine. everybody's mom was a fabulous cook. there was no shortage of things to nibble on with each season. fruit was available seasonally and the they were fresh, flavourful and plenty to be had.

i must have forgotten it all because when i went back to iran after 8 years - my first visit back - the taste of my first tomato almost made me dizzy. the burst of flavour in my mouth was blinding to the point of discomfort even. and then once the initial shock wore off (quite quickly i might add!) then there was no stopping me. everything had a new look, new flavour, new aroma, new colour. never mind i had grown up on these stuff all my life.  NO FOOD was without taste in iran.  how i have survived on cardboard flavoured meals since leaving home is beyond me. :)

how could i not laugh out loud once i read farah ravon's little intro to her wonderful photo essay? it is my story too. hope you enjoy the images. i wish somehow the technology was there so i could pass along the aromas too ...