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This Wonderful November Day

November has arrived with all her charm and promises. 


We started the day with a box full of goodies awaiting us on our door step. 

I find the promise of a good book or a good CD awaiting me at some point in the day, either in the living room, on a park bench, or in the car in between activities, one of the most alluring forces in the universe.  My girl, gets just as enamoured.  So last week I decided that she deserves her very own coffee table book, suitable to her questions du jour.  The New Children's Encyclopedia was our answer, and it was so exciting when it finally arrived today.  

When I was 5, my dad brought me back a Children's Encyclopedia, one with a good yellow linen hard cover from England (to Iran where we lived).  And I loved that thing to death.  I was so sad to have to leave it behind when we left Iran for Canada during the Iran-Iraq war. 

After our busy morning of a quick visit to the gym, errands, lunch and ballet lessons, it was lovely to finally sit down to a good cup of Persian tea and tea biscuits we picked up from the Persian store, while my girl quietly soaked up the sun on the floor, and we both let the beautiful tunes of Pink Martini wash over us.  

I gave all my attention to my tea and biscuits, and in between bites, lazily thought back to the beautiful Opera Mr. Urban and I had gone to with friends on the weekend.  It was a new and moving experience for us that was all exquisitely planned and arranged by our friends Maryam and Farhad.  We had a brunch of pumpkin pancakes and light and refreshing french cocktails at Absinthe, and talked of world politics, history, philosophy and Opera (I only listened of course!).  We found parking right in front of the restaurant.  And after, we walked a few blocks in the most splendid fall weather imaginable to the War Memorial Opera House and watched XERXES, the widely acclaimed Opera by George Frideric Handel.   A romantic comedy based on the Persian King, Xerxes I.       


After our respective quiet times were over, it was only befitting for a such a day to end with a hearty recipe from my beloved grandmother, Aziz.  And by hearty I mean, from her heart to ours.   

And so, my girl and I got busy in the kitchen...  
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  1. DionneNovember 2, 2011 at 2:36 PM

    Tea and Biscuits. A lovely way to spend time! And I really want to read that Jobs Bio. I hope you post a review when you're done! :)

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