Imagine being a 9 year old little girl telling your grandmother, who had flown over from Iran and was stood cooking in your aunts kitchen ‘you are doing that wrong!’…..
A few years ago my husband made me a beautiful Persian Love Cake for my birthday. It was a delicate cardamom chiffon sponge with a delicious fresh cream filling flavoured with rose water with candied rose petals and pistachios. It was incredible. I am unashamed to say that I ate pretty much the entire cake, bar one slice that he had, and I loved every mouthful.