My first introduction to Persian Makaroni was in the mid ’80s, when I was about six years old and visiting my Ammeh (paternal aunt). I could see a pot on the stove steaming with a tea-towel wrapped around the lid, leading me to think it contained our beloved Persian rice and tahdig (the crispy layer of rice at the bottom of the pot). But the aroma filling the kitchen was unfamiliar to me, so I was curious to see what was in there.