I love having dinner or breaking fast
at my mum’s now and again. Her food is delicious,
and I always feel relaxed at her place hanging out with my sisters. However, as we are currently a family of nine
including my in-laws, I have been avoiding it recently knowing it would be too much
for her to cook for everyone. So this weekend
I invited her and my sisters to mine for iftar (fast breaking).
I roped the children into helping clean
the house and planned the dishes I wanted to make. I ended up making fruit platters, fruit chaat
(spicy fruit salad), chicken samosa’s, potato and chicken spring rolls, baked
chicken and channa chaat (chickpea salad), green mint and mango chutney. Then
we had lamb curry with fresh roti’s for dinner.
While I prepared food and tidied the
kitchen, Harlequin Sister set the food out.
She laid it out nicely, but I do wonder if the blue cloth we lay out for
meals spoils the effect. If you look through the blog, it’s in almost every picture
of the meals we have shared. Whenever we
take pics, I think it ruins the photo.
But I have had it for nineteen years since I married and moved out of my
mum’s home, and she had it for about twenty before then. My grandfather bought it when he first came
here and I vaguely remember it being thrown over a sofa at one point (or am I
imagining it?). IN any case, it has
lasted beautifully and is still in good condition despite daily use and regular
washes.
We had a pleasant meal (minus a tantrum
from Little Man over my not making him rice with the lamb, which has turned
into a long sulk). I’s always a pleasure to host my parents, it makes me feel
so good. Its always fun to have my
sisters around, conversation is always interesting and playful, Fashionista Sister
and my lovely Sister-in-law could not make it and were missed as were their
babies.
Everyone ate and left fairly quickly
because the meal was so late and there is the rush to get to taraweeh prayer. I managed to get though most of the dishes
and cleaning, the big pots and baking trays have a date with me in the morning. I had to have a coffee and a good long sit down
with my feet up before I could think about my own taraweeh prayers.
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