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Originally Posted by Mr. Flopnuts
This thread has jumped the fire.
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I was trying to find out what that meant (I didn't remember even though I know it was mentioned on The Planet) and I found a delightful website that explained the whole process. Here's a snippet (emphasis part of original article):
But tonight, a sweet coworker named Saba invited me to her home to share in a tradition she holds on to from her own days in Iran. I had no idea what to expect, but I'm so glad to have experienced the warmth of the fire and of Saba's hospitality.
For me, tonight was
a whole new way of doing Persian. In my head, the associations with Persian events are words like overdone, super-fancy, formal, and stuffy. But, tonight, the setting was Saba's cozy-artsy apartment in Franklin Hills, and the event was much more personal.
Not that the spread was not impressive: Saba's home is peppered with accents from the old country, all with a unique touch. Her gorgeous old silver tea set was a find at an antique shop in Tehran, and the beautiful but quirky miniature painting of a dainty Persian dancer in traditional baggy pants standing on her head? Saba painted it herself, natch
And, oh the company! As we sat on Saba's deck watching the fire burn, she and her friend Asal (Persian for honey) -- a San-Francisco-based
artist in town preparing for an opening in Tehran -- fed my endless hunger for stories of current life in that city: this world of thrift store shopping, daily protests in the streets, conversations with cabbies, tea made from leaves freshly picked, pimps decked out in their finest standing on street corners in the middle of the night, and
a youth population perfectly well versed in sex, drugs, and rock and roll -- all the delicious details CNN does not cover. I got to speak Persian (nothing new, but lately it's been especially fun), and these lovely women even complimented me! All the while, Asal's husband Bijan kept the vibe going as our DJ for the night.
http://tannazie.blogspot.com/2011/03...over-fire.html