This dish is so colorful and pretty, that it is perfect in my opinion for these fall days where everything is pale and gray. We don’t get much of a foliage here, and instead the sky is cloudy all the time but the sun shines just as bright (in Jerusalem, at least. The other parts of the country, I’m told, are still just as insufferably hot and humid as in the middle of summer). The cinnamon notes in it makes it taste like “home”, even though my parents never made this rice when I was living with them.
Mr. Graceful is half-Persian and so naturally he’s the one that makes the Persian dishes around here, but I somehow managed to claim this one all to myself. Continue reading