Many moons ago, when I was undertaking a work experience placement, someone asked me what the Bengali version of a Sunday Roast was. I jokingly replied we had Curry Sundays instead. Any family gatherings or inivtations we have usually fall on a Sunday, and usually there is some sort of pilau or biryani dish served as the star of the meal. Now I’ll be honest, before making this chicken pilau, I had never really been trusted enough to make a pilau dish for company. But I feel as though I’ve made great strides in my cooking over the past year, and a few Sundays ago, I decided enough was enough and that I needed to conquer my fear of the pilau.
Hello, dear readers! I feel I’ve been in a bit of a daydream lately. The weather has been all over the place, for starters. This whole week, the skies have been so bright and the sun blazing, that it was as though summer had come early. And then suddenly, Thursday was grey and it rained about a whole month’s worth of rain! I do like the rain, and I firmly believe it’s a blessing from my Lord, but I like to be in the comfort of my own home, wrapped in numerous layers and not trudging around with wet socks….
Huzzah, I finally managed to get a post in for MENA cooking club! I officially joined about 2 months ago, but due to
facepalm fails circumstances (getting the date wrong for the Lebanon challenge and adding too much salt for the sfinz in the Libyan challenge), I am only getting around to my first challenge now for Malta.
In the early hours of Tuesday morning, I was awoken by a mosquito buzzing around my ear. I know what you’re thinking, are you vacationing in some exotic resort, Abida? The answer is no, dear reader, I’m still in the concrete jungle of London, and the temperature has hardly been sweltering. It was only when I got out of bed and looked in the mirror that I realised that I had been bit on my eyelid, and my whole left eye had swollen up as a result. I looked like something between Quasimodo and a heavyweight boxer. Not an attractive sight at all.