- Saturday, February 16, 2008 -- 8pm
- Location: Somerville, MA
- Kitchen:Matty's Apartment
- Dining Companion: Matty
- Recipe Rating: A-
I don't have so many rice recipes left to make from The Book, but there are a couple recipes for Persian rice that I hadn't made yet. This is one of them. This rice was a revelation. I am shamefully unfamiliar with Iranian food, so not only had I never prepared rice in this way, but I had never even eaten rice prepared in this way. The rice is cooked so that there is a thick, crunchy, golden crust (the tah-dig) on the bottom, which is then served atop the rest of the rice. All the rice was fairly tasty, but the tah-dig was absolutely amazing. It had a great buttery, nutty flavor to it, and a fantastic crunchy texture. I have only a couple minor critiques of this recipe. One, the pistachios got a bit soggy when cooked with the rice. It would had been better had the pistachios been toasted separately and then mixed into the rice at the end. Secondly, the dill contributed a nice flavor to the dish, but turned a very unappealing brown color when it was cooked, which made the dish much less visually appealing than it could have been. All that said, this rice was delicious, and I will definitely be using this method of preparation again in the future.
Here is the recipe.
In general I am not the kind of person who strikes up conversations with strangers. I like talking to strangers just fine, but I am not usually outgoing in that way. The one exception to this rule is on airplanes. Without exception I try to have a conversation with the person next to me. I don't particularly like to fly. I am better about it now than I used to be, but it's still no fun for me. I get nervous, and for whatever reason, knowing the person next to me in some small way makes me feel better about it. So I try to talk to him or her. The surprising thing is what a huge percentage of people are receptive to this. Only once every dozen flights or so does someone clearly not want to talk to me. Usually people will talk for a bit, and then read their book or listen to music for most of the flight. Occasionally you meet someone who is genuinely interested in having a conversation. Today, flying home from Boston, I spent two and a half hours talking to the woman next to me: a fifth grade teacher from Frankfort, Indiana. It was fun. We talked a lot about elementary education, and some of the problems with college-level math education. It was very calming. Even when the pilot announced that the flight attendant should be seated due to turbulence, I was calm!
Now I am home for a few days before I head off on my next trip. Ah, home...