She first separated the tangy fruits from others and kept orange and sweet lime aside. Next, she took all the remaining fruit together and drizzled some sugar syrup on it followed by a ladle full of the thickest rabdi you have ever seen. Not done, she brought her dry fruit grater out and started sprinkling almonds and pistachios, as fine as fairy dust on top of the rabdi. Then she called me into the kitchen and watched me gobble the fruit salad whole without a complaint. And why would I now eat it? The silky smooth cream that covered the fruits was just right and the fruits somehow tasted better than chocolate. A layer of surprise after surprise awaited me as I dug deeper and realized that mom had added some roohafza as well along with a layer of crushed cookies, which gave it a wonderful crunchiness.