Neighbors

My condo in Charlottesville was on first floor. Directly below me lived Mia. Her parents had shifted from Malaysia. Mia had married a white American, and had two adorable twin boys, who were two years old. I could see the two boys racing their cars on the sidewalk from my sitting area. They would be watched either by their father, or mother.

Mia’s mother still dressed in a Malaysian dress when she would come to call. She would be talking loudly in her native tongue. In those days I wasn’t friends with Mia, so I was quite confused as to whether the people down below could speak English. That cleared up when I met Mia in the local mosque. Her husband had converted to Islam from Christianity. Mia came regularly to the mosque, and when I would climb the stairs to my condo, I could hear the Quranic verses being played in her home.

During the Ramadan period I had there, she sent me a couple of times a Malay dish for Iftari. The filling was mouth watering. It was chicken, and vegetables. I loved it, and wanted to know the recipe. There never came a time when I could learn it from her. When Son came for me after his divorce, and asked me to shift back to Houston to live with him, I said good bye to my neighborhood.

Yesterday it was quite by chance, I came upon the recipe, and learnt the name (I didn’t even know the name) of the dish I liked. It’s Chinese by origin. The different countries around China have adapted it to their own liking. My Afghan neighbors next door in home country had their own version which was uncooked. I never liked it, but never had the gumption to admit. It would have been terribly rude, and I can never be a rude person. Every time they sent me, I was forced to sing platitudes.

Insha’Allah I will be trying my new found recipe after a day, or two. Let’s see how my version comes out.

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6 thoughts on “Neighbors”

    1. Wontons. You can easily find the recipe on Google. Yesterday I tried. The dough wasn’t flaky, so next time I will add baking powder to flour. I didn’t get the wraps for the filling. It would have been better, but Son doesn’t let me go on my own anywhere, so I was forced to make the dough myself from scratch.

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  1. Ok, cool, we eat shrimp, or chicken wantons, steamed in soup, or fried, at Chinese restaurants in Trinidad. You can buy wonton wrappers and make the wantons yourself too. Some persons do spring rolls in the wrappers as well

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    1. I made the wrappers dough myself, as Son didn’t have time to search for them. The dough wasn’t as elastic, and thin as store bought ones. I got a bit disappointed with my endeavors.

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