Thursday, June 30, 2011
Today, after my haircut, while I was writing her a check, Mahin handed me a bag of pistachios and some candy, both of which she'd brought with her from Iran. "This candy we call gaz," she said.
"Gas?" I asked. (That's what it sounded like.)
"Not gas, like you put the gas in the car. Gaz. It says right here on the wrapper." She turned over one of the pieces of candy. "Well, it's in Farsi. But it says gaz."
I didn't try to repeat the word, because I still wasn't hearing a difference between the two, but I thanked her and hugged her and went on my merry way with my bag of treats. I decided to wait until I got home to try the gaz, since I wasn't sure what I was getting into.
But, as it happens, gaz is quite delicious. It's a very sticky, nougat-like candy studded with large pieces of pistachio. I thought I was tasting some sort of citrus flavor, too, but an online search for a gaz recipe revealed that this taste was most likely rosewater. No surprise that I misjudged it because, as far as I know, I'd never tasted rosewater before that moment.
I'll have to think of something special to do with the pistachios--who knows, maybe I'll try to make my own batch of gaz. For now, though, I'm just going to savor what's left and count myself lucky for having received the gift of a person like Mahin in my life.
Food for thought by Pam at 3:36 PM