A couple of weekends ago, Kamran was reminded of a drink he had on his grandfather’s farm back in Iran as a kid. He remembered tiny orange seeds that stayed suspended when stirred into sweetened water, and Google confirmed that this is in fact a real thing–khak shir–and not just the Sunday afternoon hallucinations of a mad Persian. We went to his local health food store and picked up the seeds–called teff–because this is NYC, and you can totally just remember something from your Iranian childhood and then go buy it down the street.
We came back to his apartment, attempted to rinse the seeds, and promptly spilled half of the bag into the sink. Kamran then made a glass of khak shir (does anyone else think that should be pronounced like “cocksure“?) using warm tap water and not enough sugar, so it was pretty gross, and both of us refused to have any more than a sip.
And then he went to visit his parents in California for a week while a beautiful teff garden grew in his sink strainer.
