My first encounter with fresh zereshk was when I was too little to understand what the fuss was all about. On a scortching hot day, we made a trip to the city of Birjand (far East) to visit a cousin of my father's. Our journey began from Babol (City of narenj blossom) in the North. The car was packed with family members and dad was the driver. I sat on my aunt's lap for the entire journey. My grandma Dade-Bajee, aunt Talaat, uncle Parviz and aunt Haleemeh came along too.