Muharram, A Sunni’s Reminiscence
As far back as memory allows me, I remember Ashura to be a somber, low key phase in the house. My Nani was a Sunni
September 2, 2020
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Recipes
Recipes
Food from the life past
My nannhiaal is from Jaunpur in UP (Uttar Pradesh) in India where my mother was born. When they came to Pakistan in the late 1950s,
June 20, 2020
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When in doubt, have CAKE!
Sassi has been very low these past few days. Some allergies popping up, her nose keeps getting dried up and that annoys her. This morning
June 20, 2020
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Mother of all Yakhni Pulaos
I know my Yakhni Pulao. And this one just aced all of them. Seriously.
May 23, 2020
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Feerni, the Time Machine
I close my eyes and sink back a little in my chair as I take a spoonful of fragrant rice pudding, the Pakistani way, teleporting myself to times where my Nani’s dupatta smelling like an embrace covers my face.
May 21, 2020
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First Cold and Comfort
My baby’s first proper cold, flabbergasting at that. My Man Flu and the need for comfort. Takes me back years to a recipe of embodying a hug on a plate
December 28, 2018
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You don’t make enough Milk…
This widely misleading concept is thrown at a woman when she is at her most vulnerable in life. It’s most probably a lie. A well-meaning, flawed and unintentional one at that. But just that.
Don’t fall for it is all I can say.
October 25, 2018
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Ravioli Kinda Summer Day
Pasta is perhaps the Momma of Comfort food. Something about a good pasta is like being hugged by an Italian Grandma with a Good Mushroom Sauce bubbling in a pot somewhere close. How I learned to make filled pasta at Jamie Oliver’s Cookery School.
October 19, 2018
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The Night of Food and Phobia
When my Eid is reduced to a Pot of Gold(ish Yakhni Pulaao) instead of skidding on blood and guts.
August 21, 2018
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June 15, 2018
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