{"id":1857,"date":"2024-06-17T19:49:58","date_gmt":"2024-06-17T19:49:58","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/dangofang.org\/?p=1857"},"modified":"2024-09-30T05:55:04","modified_gmt":"2024-09-30T05:55:04","slug":"farde-tehrans-confectionery","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/dangofang.org\/en\/farde-tehrans-confectionery\/","title":{"rendered":"Farde Tehran&#8217;s confectionery"},"content":{"rendered":"\t\t<div data-elementor-type=\"wp-post\" data-elementor-id=\"1857\" class=\"elementor elementor-1857\" data-elementor-post-type=\"post\">\n\t\t\t\t<div class=\"elementor-element elementor-element-4421366 e-flex e-con-boxed e-con e-parent\" data-id=\"4421366\" data-element_type=\"container\">\n\t\t\t\t\t<div class=\"e-con-inner\">\n\t\t\t\t<div class=\"elementor-element elementor-element-41db6ff ahura-dark-mode-filter-texts-no elementor-widget elementor-widget-text-editor\" data-id=\"41db6ff\" data-element_type=\"widget\" data-widget_type=\"text-editor.default\">\n\t\t\t\t<div class=\"elementor-widget-container\">\n\t\t\t<style>\/*! elementor - v3.23.0 - 25-07-2024 *\/\n.elementor-widget-text-editor.elementor-drop-cap-view-stacked .elementor-drop-cap{background-color:#69727d;color:#fff}.elementor-widget-text-editor.elementor-drop-cap-view-framed .elementor-drop-cap{color:#69727d;border:3px solid;background-color:transparent}.elementor-widget-text-editor:not(.elementor-drop-cap-view-default) .elementor-drop-cap{margin-top:8px}.elementor-widget-text-editor:not(.elementor-drop-cap-view-default) .elementor-drop-cap-letter{width:1em;height:1em}.elementor-widget-text-editor .elementor-drop-cap{float:right;text-align:center;line-height:1;font-size:50px}.elementor-widget-text-editor .elementor-drop-cap-letter{display:inline-block}<\/style>\t\t\t\t<p>In Chalus, we rented a small shop and slept in a guesthouse at night. Hassan knew a bit about confectionery and could make gaz (a traditional Persian nougat). Somehow, we managed to procure a cauldron; we got our raw materials on credit; the owner of the guesthouse vouched for us, and we acquired flour, sugar, almond kernels, etc.; basically, we started the shop with nothing.<\/p><p>Initially, we only made gaz; later, we added chocolate. We wrapped them in colorful papers; kids would sell them and then bring back the money; each was sold for ten shahis. For every toman, we gave the kids three qirans; we also gave them a few chocolates for themselves, which made them happy. My partner and I worked on a fifty-fifty basis; I did the operations and management, and he was the craftsman.<\/p><p>Gradually, we turned the place into a confectionery, although he didn&#8217;t know how to make anything other than gaz. We brought another master confectioner on a daily wage of ten tomans; at that time, ten tomans was a lot. Later, we installed an oven and rented the front part of the shop for five tomans a day. I had brought boxwood from the forest and decorated the front of the shop beautifully. I covered the walls with white paper to keep them clean. I also ordered a sign: &#8220;Farde Tehran Confectionery&#8221;; I even obtained a license; I still have that license. One day, while we were working, a royal car stopped in front of our shop. A gentleman came down with a briefcase in hand; he looked around and asked if we could bake a cake for them. He said they had a very important celebration in Nowshahr and had brought everything from Tehran except the cake; they had forgotten it and needed one. I asked Hassan, &#8220;Can you do it?&#8221; He replied, &#8220;I don&#8217;t know how to make a cake.&#8221; I said, &#8220;Don&#8217;t worry, they don&#8217;t want to eat it, they just need it for decoration.&#8221; I had learned a few things; I told Hassan just to prepare a large dough and put it in the oven, and leave the rest to me. I told the customer, &#8220;Come tomorrow to pick up your cake.&#8221; I ground the sugar and prepared a mixture; I added different food colorings separately so I could decorate the cake with a piping bag; I took a large piece of paper and a painting brush and spent the whole night drawing a Kiani crown, a symbol of Iran and the ancient kings. In the morning, I cut the cake based on the sketch and then painted it to look like a crown; I wrapped the cake in large colorful papers, and it looked fabulous. I told Hassan if they cut the cake themselves, they would ruin it; he had to do it. Then, I went and bought a thin knife and some fat; I instructed him, &#8220;First, place the cake in the middle of the table, grease this knife, and then cut it nicely. If you let them do it, they will ruin it.&#8221; When delivering, I told the customer, &#8220;If this gets ruined, there&#8217;s no one here to make another one.&#8221; I said, &#8220;I&#8217;ll send my craftsman to prepare and deliver it.&#8221; Eventually, we put Hassan in the royal car with the cake on his lap; he did exactly as I had said; they even gave him a hundred tomans as a tip.<\/p><p>The fact that we made a cake for the royal party made quite a stir in Nowshahr and Chalus. Close to the New Year of 1948, the locals and the elite started ordering sweets; we baked and stored them. I went to the person from whom we bought supplies; I said we could no longer come night after night to pay, we needed to stock up for the New Year; he said, &#8220;Take whatever you need, load up the whole shop and take it.&#8221; We took the goods on credit, baked, and stored various sweets like Zaban and Danish pastries, among others; I still have the recipes. On New Year&#8217;s Eve, the place was emptied out; customers were lined up; we didn&#8217;t have time to count the money; we had a twin chest where we dumped it. Hassan and I hadn&#8217;t been able to bathe or even wash our faces for more than a month; we worked day and night. A few days after the New Year, it quieted down; we went shopping for clothes, socks, trousers, shirts, everything; we were in such a state that we were too embarrassed to go to a bathhouse. 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Somehow, we managed to procure a cauldron; we got our raw materials on credit; the owner of the guesthouse vouched for us, and we acquired flour, sugar,&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[78],"tags":[],"content_types":[],"class_list":["post-1857","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-sometimes-to-the-city-and-sometimes-to-the-village"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/dangofang.org\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1857","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/dangofang.org\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/dangofang.org\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/dangofang.org\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/dangofang.org\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1857"}],"version-history":[{"count":14,"href":"https:\/\/dangofang.org\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1857\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":5439,"href":"https:\/\/dangofang.org\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1857\/revisions\/5439"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/dangofang.org\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1857"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/dangofang.org\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1857"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/dangofang.org\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1857"},{"taxonomy":"content_types","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/dangofang.org\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/content_types?post=1857"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}