Our Story
I have multicultural roots. I was born and raised in Africa to Iranian and English parents, with family spread across the globe.
My mother left Iran before the revolution and was never able to return. The flavors of my childhood were diverse, but rooted in my Iranian heritage. My happiest and most vivid memories are tied to these flavors. From late night vigils swirling with the scents of rose & saffron where we gobbled down warm bowls of sholehzard (a popular Persian rice pudding), to the heavy and grounding scent of cardamom that accompanied every chai, every Naw Ruz celebration, every holy day, every evening that our home was filled with guests from many cultures, while we, the children giggled in the shadows—these flavors defined home.
They tied me to an ancestral land I may never set foot in, but in my mother’s joyful sharing of them, they rooted me to something intangible, and connected me with others, regardless of their heritage. The core principle of my upbringing was the oneness of humanity, where our diversity was our strength and where food was a bridge that united us across cultures.
I wanted granola that tasted like home—and it didn’t exist, so I infused a batch with copious amounts of cardamom and the rest was history. More recipes followed. My friends couldn’t get enough, but it wasn’t until a decade later, post-pandemic when I was a new mother living in a new place that Aziz was born.