When my husband R was alive, we had this tradition that on Sunday we would have parathas and omelette for breakfast, and a rice pulao for lunch. The rice pulao was cooked with mutton, chic peas and raisins. We never deviated from this ritual. It was like I was carrying over the traditional food of my own childhood.
R loved parathas. If he had his way, we would have been eating them everyday. It would have been too grueling for me to make them daily. When he had his open heart surgery (ninety eight percent of his arteries were clogged) the doctor told him that he should stop having egg yolks. He only abstained for a month. He couldn’t forgo his omelette.
Another tradition was getting up late on Sundays. We would get up to say our Fajr prayer, then go to sleep again to wake up at ten. Then I had to rush through everything, so Sunday was a really hectic day for me.
With Son having parathas is a thing of the past. There was a time when he thought that to forgo a paratha was a big crime. He is concerned now that eating it is not healthy, and I’m happy that I don’t have to cook it for his sake.
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If we are what we eat then some of our most important memories will be of food and the people we shared it with. I too like a lie in on Sunday and an omelette for breakfast.
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This was wonderful tradition. thanks for sharing.
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I appreciate your lovely comment. Thank you.
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I believe every food had some memories connected with it..
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This is such a heartwarming post. I wish I could eat paratha every day too, but alas, that flour flour flour. Never heard of the pelau with channa & raisins – I will try that.
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