I went outside this morning to let Peggy out and to get the paper and I swear I could smell kheer that must have been coming from the Indian restaurant just across the highway. This is a nice-smelling neighborhood; I forget which factory it is but sometimes, when the breeze blows in the right direction, there's a scent in the air like chocolatey-good Ovaltine. But I've never smelled kheer out there. It made me go googling for the ingredient of rose water. As a result, I must have this cake:
Persian Love Cake
And now I'm thinking about cardamom.
And for some unrelated reason, lime.