Open house, 4th day of Eid.
Mum played the role of Chef de Cuisine, sis the Sous Chef, uncle was the Aboyeur, sis-in-law the Chef de Partie, which leaves me as the Commis *upgraded from a kitchen assistant* and Escuelerie *commonly known as the dishwasher*. Dad helped with the heavy stuff, while my brother and aunt were M.I.A.
Despite the fact that we could have catered, mum decides to cook. She advocates home cooked food. Her rationale is that you don't know what kind of stuff outsiders put inside and whether it is prepared hygienically. Some of that thinking must have rubbed onto me. Anyway, it's more fun that way. Take it as family bonding time. When my mum cooks for others, she really cooks for their hearts' content. And her spread, quantity wise is equivalent to a Chinese wedding dinner.
Despite the fact that we could have catered, mum decides to cook. She advocates home cooked food. Her rationale is that you don't know what kind of stuff outsiders put inside and whether it is prepared hygienically. Some of that thinking must have rubbed onto me. Anyway, it's more fun that way. Take it as family bonding time. When my mum cooks for others, she really cooks for their hearts' content. And her spread, quantity wise is equivalent to a Chinese wedding dinner.Close to 1pm+, my sister's friends arrived and she had to retire from the kitchen. Things were rather topsy-turvy there. Guests were supposed to arrive after 5pm. In the meantime, I was tied up with other preparations. I reckon that Iqbal and family noticed me as a klutz, so they offered to help to which I refused. Being such nice people, they totally ignored me and continued helping.
The little one, Mishka *hope I got it right* is the sweetest little angel. Extremely pleasant, delightful and courteous. I'm sorry for not stopping you on time. It must have taken every bit of your strength strained on that fragile stature of yours just to move the chair. I'm sorry again.
The little one, Mishka *hope I got it right* is the sweetest little angel. Extremely pleasant, delightful and courteous. I'm sorry for not stopping you on time. It must have taken every bit of your strength strained on that fragile stature of yours just to move the chair. I'm sorry again. To Iqbal and family :: Thanks for being such wonderful people. I would have loved to spend more time with all of you, but I was really rushing for time. Pertaining to Facebook, we know you're kidding. If not, kindly feature my sister only. You have my blessings. *kidding, do wipe that thought away or she'll massacre me*
To my beloved, compassionate, benevolent, and beautiful sis to whom I shall never swap with :: I never cajoled them into helping me. They're nice people, simple as that.
To family, friends and others :: Thanks for helping and coming. To the ones that didn't make it, there's next year. Insya'Allah.
I'm surrounded by good people. ^^
12.23noon Malaysian Time
2 comments:
As-salaamu'alaykum wa Rahmatu Llahi wa Barakatuhu my dearest sister,
AlhumduliLlah, it's a blessing yes.. to be surrounded by good people.
Haha.. I already like your mom! I totally agree.. home cooked! Unless I'm going to die. Although for me it's more than just hygiene,.. halal? not halal? halal? not halal? urgh and it keeps going.
Jazaki'Allahu khair for sharing.
Wa'alaykum as-salaam
Love Farhana
W'salam Sis Farhana,
Ditto. :)
We don't have problems when it comes to halal; not halal as most of the food and establishments here carries the halal stamp @ certification, but mum does get paranoid in other countries. ^
May Allah S.W.T grant you with goodness too.
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