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On loss, halva, and the things a father passes down. My father’s name was Hooshang. In ancient Persian mythology, Hooshang was a king who brought civilization and law to the world. My father had no kingdom, but for me, he left the world better than he found it. He lost his own father when he…
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On reinvention, a Gibson Les Paul, and the specific gap between who you think you look like and who you actually look like. When you arrive in a new country at thirteen, one of the first things you have to figure out is who you are going to be. The person you were before does…
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My father had an orchard on the outskirts of Tehran. A mile off a dirt road, its own well, its own generator that you started with a hand crank, and far enough from everything that when you were there, you were genuinely there, no city noise, no neighbors, just fruit trees and the particular silence…
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On parenthood, a son’s soccer goal, and the berry chantilly cake both my children agree on.
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A childhood summer in Tehran, the 1982 Brazil team, and a lesson in how to move through the world — with a Brazilian pavê recipe.
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On childhood in Tehran, change, and the bitterness of losing small things — with a chocolate ganache layer cake recipe.
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Why the things we make with our hands matter more than we’re supposed to admit — plus the browned-butter, milk-powder cookie that started it all.
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