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Medium
25 min
Published 2000
In my childhood in Iran, our favorite summer treat was a creamy, elastic, sweet ice cream flavored with rose water and saffron, and garnished with pistachios. After a siesta on a long hot summer afternoon, my three sisters and I were happiest when we could soak all our senses in an ice cream sandwich costing ten cents. We held in both hands a scoop of ice cream between two round crispy wafers. Eating it was an art we perfected with practice. We would begin by turning it around clockwise, ge
