Willy-nilly 

Willy-nilly I have to do the cooking on a daily base.  I like to eat fresh food, but everyday I have to rattle around in my brain, and think what to cook? Sometimes meat has finished. At other times vegetables have done the disappearing act from our home meaning I have to go, and buy them. I love vegetables, but without meat the flavor never seems right to me.

Thinking of meals, one of my favorite recipe in the past was making a short crust pastry roll. I tried to remember the ratio of flour and butter. As I didn’t have the recipe I used back in home country, I relied on Google to find out. The short crust pastry was a disaster. I am again going to try it today with less butter than the recipe on Internet says. Let’s hope it turns out okay, and I also hope I remember to take a photo of it.

My Avocado plant, and mint leaves have been eaten by some bug. Last time it happened with the mint leaves, but now the thing after finishing of the leaves, is eating the thin stalk of the Avocado plant. Here are the two photos:

Before:

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Now:


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Willy-nilly

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Prickle

I could feel a tiny prickle

On the left side of my back

Irritating, cause couldn’t reach it

The tiny prickle on my back

Something was pricking me on the back. I looked furtively on either side of me. No— no one was watching. All were intently staring at the big screen. I got up, and stepped back. You know, and I know how difficult it is to reach our backs to scratch it. It was ineffective. For a moment the itching would subside, but seconds later I would again feel something pricking  me. 

I couldn’t leave the room, not wanting to miss the intense story unfolding on the screen, so I put up with the discomfort. As soon as the movie finished, I rushed to my room. Took off my shirt, and turned it inside out to see what was it?

I found a tiny hair which acted like a barbed wire pricking my skin. Earlier in the day I had gone for a haircut. This wee hair had landed inside. I had not washed my hair, and changed clothes after returning home, which I should have done in the first instance. Sometimes a tiny hair causes so much botheration.

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Prickle

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Jiffy

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Son when driving is always in a jiffy to reach a place. If I sit in the front seat (I usually do when grandson IB is not in the car with us. When he is: I prefer to sit in the back with him), I remember God with every breath I take.

Why?

The car races with demonic speed to its’ destination, and outside the windows, scenes flash by in a blur. I hold onto my seat with both hands, chanting Quranic Verses under my breath to keep us safe, thinking the end is near.

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Jiffy

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Organize

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I have my moments. Sometimes I’m superbly organized. At other times–don’t look at me. Maybe at times I become overwhelmed with work, with stuff not done, and need time to recover from tiredness. I drop down to zero level activity.

At those moments, I wish I knew some magic words, and could whisk myself to places where none could see me for a while.

Wouldn’t it be wonderful!

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Organize

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Delivery 

I tried to wait patiently for the expected delivery, but it was a trying wait for me. My sister had told me days earlier that she had bought two shirts for me, and was sending them by mail. When Son would come home with the post, usually my first question would be related to it. Though he must have grown tired of my questioning, he would say, “Mama it hasn’t arrived”.

We weren’t home the next two days. I thought maybe the parcel has been left at the management office. Our mail boxes are smaller in size, so when anything bigger than a letter comes, it’s left with the management. I asked Son to find out, but there wasn’t any delivery left with them.

The same evening when I got up, it was lying there on the table. I excitedly tore it open. My sister had sent me two shirts, one was a black printed cotton material, and the other was a blue printed one, both in medium sizes. They were perfect. As usual with her she had sent me a Michael Kors purse along with the shirts.

The next day another shirt arrived, and when I opened the package, I got a lovely grey shirt. Sister was bent on surprising me, because the very next day, I received another package. This one was off white with a beautiful panel of black flowers on the front side.

God Bless her with health and happiness, cause she sent me the type of shirts I wanted to have, and they weren’t available where I live.

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Delivery

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Glaring

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Yesterday I inadvertently crossed a red light. Son gave a frightening reaction. “What have you done?”  He panickly shouted at me.

I mumbled, “Sorry”, and could feel he was glaring at me. I couldn’t do anything about my mistake, so tried to brush it away from my mind. Though I doubt Son will let me forget it, and may bring it up whenever we have added company.

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Spicy


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When I went to live in Charlottesville in February 2016, I became friends with my daughter’s friends. Nola had lived there for quite a while. She had a beautiful home in Crozet, which she sold this year. My late husband, and I visited her in this house in the summer of 2010.

When Nola had purchased the house, the basement wasn’t done. When she learnt that we would be coming, and would stay for a while, she quickly did up the basement for us. The basement had a bedroom, bathroom, a tiny kitchen, a giant size living area with a huge tv and a computer room. She had also installed a washer and dryer just for my use, so that for washing I didn’t have to climb upstairs. 

The patio doors opened to the outside area. She had even put two deck chairs on the patio for us to sit, and enjoy the marvelous view. She did all this to tempt her father into staying permanently. We went back home to Peshawar in September, and learnt that her father had stage four cancer. The next two years went in a blurry of sadness, and pain.

When I bought my own small place, I became friends with all her friends. They invited me to lunches and dinners. I invited them too to a lunch. One lady A who is a doctor, and teaches at University of Virginia arrived early before the other guests.  I had completed my other dishes, except for the rice. She is an Egyptian American. She watched with interest as to what I was adding to my rice. 

I like mildly spicy food. My main spices for adding to the rice were cumin, cloves and large cardamoms. It turned out that A boils her rice, and that was the only way she did hers. It was a revelation for her, when I sautéed the onions first, then added chicken pieces, spices,  chickpeas, rice and raisins. 

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Spicy

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