Monday, May 23, 2011
Friday, May 13, 2011
Saturday, May 7, 2011
Tuesday, May 3, 2011
I think I hate cooking.
I mean, I love the idea of it in my head. All the planning and the prospective potential of recipes that promise flavour and aesthetics all in one is simply not meant to be for my palate.
And here I was, planning to disown 'desi-pakwan' for 5 months altogether in lieu of the crunchy salads and crispy baked chicken… and cod cakes. Ah, the simple and delightful memorable cod cakes. There was to be only express recipes of marinades thrown in together and popped in the oven, and pastas and pies; steaming and aromatic…
And then, hubbykins dearest. requested. 'gravy.'
We were out getting halal chicken and condiments, at a place called 'Mustafas; " which BTW is shockingly identical to any pakistani utility store you can think of. Its like a piece of typical musalman environ in the middle of texas, and its sad that it remains that way here or anywhere else in the world.
Biryani masalas aside, Arqam must really be missing Bano auntie's super awesome home cooking to have been eating Roti three days in a row! So I am reallly not looking forward to serving the khichri-pudding of Pulao that I just finished making. I blame the rice. I guess they were long grain, but not basmati.
Ah well, there is always more naan to have with boneless chicken handi.
The furniture arrived today, and I think Amroo really likes the high bed. He was pretty happy to lie down on it and admire the ceiling fan up closer. I'm hoping his flu gets better though. Theres not much once can do about all the mucus that bugs him…. Or is there?
Walkthrough of the apartment later.
And any easy peasy tried tested rice chicken meal combos that you send me will be loooove!
Monday, May 2, 2011
I got off the plane, into the airport and out onto the highway thinking America was overrated, and it probably is just like any other country in the world, except that the pantry I got home to is stocked with gigantic tempting cinnamon rolls, and luscious brownie bites that I'm trying not to indulge in too much. The fridge is loaded with Arqam's choice of exotic flavors in junk food and the sight of pita naan and tortilla and daal assortment is definitely throwing my fresh salad diet plans out the door. For now anyway. And its not just about all these bountiful delectables that will seemingly, thankfully, replace 'pepsi' in the household…. Or so I thought. It seems that my arrival seemed to remind arqam of his earlier state of 'coke-lessness'; and he has promptly addressed the issue in our first trip to SuperTarget.
I love our Apartment! It isn't even furnished yet, but speckled brown sugar strewn magnolia carpeting and ivory beige scheme have really hit home. The faux wooden flooring in the kitchen and bathroom see me pattering onwards barefoot irrespective of any consequence to my recently pedicured heels. The community area is pretty nice, although I have yet to take Amroo out for a stroll to get to know the area the pedestrian way. The pool, I'm told is about 50 paces from our place, and I'm wishing Amroo was old enough to put in a tube or harnessed with floats into the water. I'd love to see the reaction on his face.
The diurnal range of temperature varies considerably. Its hot windy air that blows your entire hairstyle into disarray that quiets down into a wonderfully chilly breeze come dusk, twilight or dawn. This mother son duo still seems to be battling off jetlag and tends to sleep through the most opportune outdoorsy moments, leaving Daddy to prattle around finding something to do with all the time on his hands.
Its Monday morning, Arqam's off to work, Amroo's taking his first nap of the day, trying to get his circadian rythm back into cycle, and I am planning to blog my way through these five months before i step out to find the laundry. Do I miss my maid? Not quite yet.
Until Next time!