Time to bring garden plants indoors

If you live in Montreal or anywhere with “zone 5”, you are probably already preparing for the winter – or at least thinking of it! Well, as sad as it might sound, it is time to bring in some of your garden plants indoors. I hope you did take them out for the summer vacation in the first place!

My Geranium, Shamrock, and Arabian jasmine got a real growth boost during the summer and thrived to much of my delight. To make them survive the winter, I now move them indoor. A couple of steps before doing so: 1. I trim them 2. I make sure they are clean (foliage free), which I learned here and successfully implemented: Just swish the plant upside down in a large bowl of lukewarm water mixed with few drops of dish washing liquid. Once they are indoors, I keep them in a sunny or very bright spot and water them only when their soil goes completely dry. They do not flourish during the summer (I don’t expect them to!) but they do keep alive and look forward to the spring


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A guest, well matched!


Roman-beans dish, for the love of the good old days

 

This is a side dish and a favorite chaser or mazeh among many Iranians; it goes particularly well with the Iranian hard liquor, aragh. A mazeh should be spicy and delicious of course, and should ideally contain a lot of protein. Charcoal-grilled lamb’s liver (jegar) for instance is another renowned mazeh. In Iran, Kidney beans dish is by tradition prepared and sold by restaurant, bars (when we had them) and street venders. However, khoraak looia is very easy to prepare at home; it is nutritious, tasty and always good to have as a side dish, or even on its own.

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Ziba Kazemi: Celebrating her life to remember injustice

Ziba Kazemi, an Iranian-Canadian photojournalist, was murdered by the Islamic Regime of Iran in 2003 while in custody. She was arrested on charges of taking pictures of prisoners’ families who had gathered outside the notorious Evin prison. Ziba was born in Shiraz in 1949 and spent most of her life in France and Canada. She resided in Montreal with her only child, Stephan , who was in his early 20s at the time of his mother’s death. The circumstances of Ziba’s brutal death at the hands of Islamic regime, her courage in confronting the officials, and her family’s five-year battle in launching a law suit against the government of Iran brought international recognition and support – including from organizations such as Canadian Centre for International Justice and Amnesty International, and the worldwide media attention to her case – albeit sparingly.

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Cabbage-mixed polow

This is one of the most gorgeous looking and aromatic Persian mixed polows, requiring extra time and effort, but absolutely rewarding when prepared in authentic (Shirazi) way.

 

Ingredients (serving 4-6):

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Trapped


Hot From the Oven: A flourishing, talented artist

Hot From the Oven: A flourishing, talented artist:

mehrab moghadasian photography

 

 


TamTams Festival: A photo report

Ever Sunday afternoon all summer long, at Parc du Mont Royal, right at Sir George-Etienne Cartier, there is People’s Tam Tam festival and much more going on. Do not miss it if you ever come to Montreal!  See more pictures below. Read the rest of this entry »


Salads, for the love of a pretty table

Never underestimate the power of a refreshing and gorgeous-looking bowl of salad, even of the simplest type; it adds color to your table, flavor to your main dish, and admiration towards your taste

No. 1 : Cabbage-Noodle Salad. Grate the carrot and chop the cabbage. Still fry sliced almond briefly (w/o oil) and mix with cabbage-carrot. Top with dried rice noodle. The dressing (salt and rice vinegar) should go just before serving else it soften and noodles Read the rest of this entry »


LUZ DE LUNA /MOONLIGHT

Concha Buika.  From “El Ultimo Trago” , Lyrics & Music: Álvaro Carrillo

I want moonlight/ for my sad night/ to dream/the divine illusion that you brought me/to feel you are mine/ mine and no other….For since you left/ I haven’t had moonlight. I feel your mourings/ like hooks, like claws/that drown me on a beach/ of torture and pain. And I feel your chains dragging/ in the quiet night,/ with a full moon,/ blue like no other/ Since you left/ I haven’t had moonlight/ For since you left/ I haven’t had moonlight/ If you never return, my provincial girl/ to my beloved jungle/ that is sad and cold/ at least your memory/ will put light over my mist/ for since you left/ I haven’t had moonlight/ since you left I haven’t had (translated into Persian)