This man in Kashan was part of a group of men cooking huge cauldrons of food to be given away as Islamic charity. When I poked my head into the pot to see what was cooking, he offered me a plate of fruit. I only took an apple because I was in a hurry. The peels on the plate is evidence.
This man was roasting something at Persepolis. When I went to see what he was roasting, he offered me a chicken wing. He wanted me to take more. But I was in a hurry.
This couple was smoking a water pipe near the Koran Gate in Shiraz. They offered me a cup of tea.
These people were buying bread in Shiraz. The bread comes in very large pieces more than a foot long. They have to break up the bread into smaller pieces to carry home. The lady in the middle offered me a large chunk of the bread that she bought. It was fresh and hot, straight out of the oven. Really good.
Never before had I experienced such hospitality in other countries.