I have an immensely huge sweet tooth. Rasgullas, tres leches, jalebi with rabri, strawberry tarts, anything sugary sends me calling heaven. And yet, this book brought me face to face with the actual sweetness of life: freedom.
Sepideh Gholian, the author, is currently imprisoned in Evin Prison, Tehran’s most notorious facility where truth-speakers are punished. Political prisoners, student leaders, activists, journalists, women who dared to exist too loudly, they all disappear behind its cold, iron gates. Through this book, Sepideh introduces us to the women she met inside, her cellmates and comrades, each reduced by the state, yet clinging to dignity, identity, and hope. And to each of them, she dedicates a dessert. Sixteen recipes. Sixteen women. Sixteen unspeakable losses. One is imprisoned for her husband’s alleged involvement in terrorism. Another is forced to self-abort in a dark, filthy bathroom just to save her mother and sister from “honour killing.” As you read on, what starts as recipes for tres leches or scones becomes a shrine. These are no longer desserts. They are memorials. Sugar and butter laced with grief.
The book is hauntingly surreal. The author's words carry defiance like oxygen, even as she recounts systematic torture, public humiliation, and psychological warfare. In a place designed to erase people, baking becomes a language of protest. Of memory. Of love. And here’s the most astounding part: Sepideh sent this book to the outside world in scraps - texts, photographs, pieces smuggled through layers of surveillance. Page by page, she defied a regime that thrives on silence. This is not just a memoir or a cookbook. It is a rebellion in prose, bound by recipes. Read it if you care about women. Read it if you care about freedom. And read it especially if you still believe desserts are just sweet.