Narenj's Cheese Burger

The phenomenon above is Called Narenj's cheese burger.
Recipe:
Large beef burger, 1
Large hamburger bread, 1
Cheese, Huge amount
Large potato, 1
Mayonnaise, Huge ammount
Instructions:
Grill the burger. Pour cheese on all surfaces of the bread (in and out). Put the grilled burger in it and place the burger in oven. Wait till the cheese on the outer surface of the bread melts completely and become grilled a little.
Chop potatoes in large pieces (as large as you can!). Fry the potatoes and leave them aside. Make a small salad with lutes, tomatoes, and cucumber.
Bring a plate. Cut the burger in half and put them on top of each other on the plate. Put the fries and salad beside the it. Bring a huge amount of mayo and pour it on the whole thing. Use some ketchup on top of mayo if you want.
Or
Start you car engine. Drive to north Patrice Lumumba street. Ask for Narenj Burger place/restaurant. Go in and order a cheese burger and don't mind their cold behavior! It really worths it. It you want, you can order their everything-in(!) soup too. Delicious :)

Never Forgive

These technicians are defusing land mines in south west of Iran. The battle ground of the war between Iraq and Iran about 25 years ago. When Iraqis under Saddam's leadership invaded Iran with the aim of occupancy. These are American and European mines that killed thousands of people so that almost every street of Iran is named after them.
Lots of those Iraqi soldiers are still alive and no one even blames them. They say it was all Saddam's fault. They say we have suffered enough.
Did Saddam invaded my country himself? Did he place hundred thousands of these land mines alone? Land mines that are still hungry for blood and death after twenty five years?
I remember the nights of bombardments. When the warning alarm from TV and Radio was echoing the voice of angel of death. When you were waiting for your time to come in the darkness of the basement. When every window had a crossed tape on it so that the sounds of explosions don’t break the glass inside. When soldiers were sacrificing themselves by lying down on these mines to make a route for the troop behind.
God bless all of them and remember: There are things that can not be forgiven ever.

Camel, Rajaz

I have been away and was looking for a good funny post subject but nothing seems funny these days. Politics and economy have fed people up including me. Anyways, yesterday I was looking into my music archive where I found Camel’s 1999 album named “Rajaz”. Rajaz is an Arabic noun meaning cry out desperately as a result of misery (That's why I shouldn't be a translator!)
Camel’s music is all about nostalgia with great guitar, keyboards and Indian Flute solos. No trash technical solo, like that of Dream theater (They look at their instrument as a finger exercise machine!) but soft and melodic like nostalgia itself. Even the names of the albums are nostalgic: Stationary Traveler, Dust and dreams, Mirage, Harbor of tears and Moonmadness.
Rajaz , my favorite album, can be considered as Andy Latimer, the singer and guitarist, solo album rather than a Camel project. There are less colorful keyboards and more minimalism involved.
Unfortunately, Andy is being treated for cancer but the good news is that he is doing well. I hope he goes back on stage again so that I can see Camel once in my life.
I don't know what the heck this video is all about. Just ignore the family pictures and listen to the song itself! Beautiful lyrics and melodies. Enjoy :)

Iran's Winters, Dirty Sandwich Nostalgia and Mayer's Special Ice-smelting Recipe

Last time I went to Iran, I missed California for some reason. Especially its nice weather, sunshine, and cleanness. Have you realized how grey Iranians are? We like to wear grey clothes, buy grey cars. I think grey is the second most luxurious color for Persians after black. Now, imagine I went to Iran after three years during the coldest winter ever. Tehran's international airport (Imam) was covered with snow. There was only one lane open. The city was all dirty grey in addition to the cars and clothes for the snow. Every where I looked I saw filth and dirt. Tehran is only beautiful on the very first day of snow shower. Everywhere is white, a rare color on the streets of Tehran. Just a day after snow, everything is covered with dirt with a grain of engine oil and asphalt residues. The second you leave the carwash other cars take care of yours with some new grim. Add huge amount of salt the municipality uses to melt down the snow to the grim. Actually it's not salt; it's some snow-smelting recipe I suppose the Mayer found himself. No one knows what it is exactly! It’s like a mixture of dirt, sand, small stones with a grain of salt. He thinks salt is only for the taste of the mix! One year I remember they ran out of salt so they added some waste ground plastics and lots of needles to the mix!
Iran’s winters are the best time to eat. Especially when you're on vacation. Everything tastes great. The favorite part of my trip was what I call the nostalgic dirty sandwiches included but not limited to (!) "Ferry"'s royal and "Seeb", "Baharan"'s "Morgh-o-Maghz”, cold-cuts by "Hayda", "Tochal"'s "Vizheye steak", "Khaneh Kabab"'s roasbeef*, "Narenj"'s cheeseburger with lots of mayinaise on all of them. Don't forget Persian style pizza and pasta, “deezy”, momy’s special macaroni and “Loobia polo” :)
My advice: Before you plan your trip, see your primary physician to make sure you are in good health condition. Also, try to lose some extra weight to make room for the new fat :)

*Before I came to the U.S. I always thought roast beef was some kind of well-cooked beef marinated in garlic and onions and shredded on a piece of bread with lots of mayonnaise. The first time I ordered roast beef here in America, it disillusioned me big time. I still prefer “Khaneh Kabab” or “Park Sandwich” make my roast beef rather than Frank’s!

Forgetfulness

My memory goes back to the past where I barely remember the details. The more I think the less I recall. Images seem to be fading everyday. Nostalgia is the sorrow of forgetfulness. It does not depend on where you live. Whether you are an immigrant or living in your own county. Nostalgia is all about forgetfulness.