Safron Milk Treat


image

So in pardes I have craved tonnes of desi treats, including the ones which I may have barely had in my homeland too but I guess that was because I knew they were always available so didn’t really crave much whereas in London I doubt finding them, well at least not the same flavour or taste so that’s what got me into trying this milk treat that is known as Doodh ka sharbat or Doodh ki bottle in Pakistan… and while what I have made is not same as them, it pretty much satisfies the craving!!!

So all you need here is 4 pints Milk which is roughly 2.25 litres… 2 condensed milk cans (mine were 397g each) & since the milk here is processed so to bring the thickness n creamy touch, 2 double cream (mine were 284ml each) …  and safron of course, about a pinch!  Pistachio n almonds for garnishing…

Now start boiling the milk and when it is about to come to boil, add condensed milk and double cream, all the while stirring it well… meanwhile turn the heat to low… keep stirring until its creamy, now add safron, pistachio, & almonds.  Let it come to boil and then set aside and let it cool.  Tadaaaaa… your Safron Milk Treat is ready to drink!!

Serve chilled

P.S:  This recipe is totally richie rich, so you might want to reconsider if you are trying to lose weight!!!

Finding that center of gravity


Humans, at the same time, play multiple characters at once. They hold multiple positions at the same time… You can be oppressed & yet be the oppressor at once. And for that reason, I have learned that perhaps life is all about finding that balance, that center of gravity within yourself so that all your roles, duties are balanced, and none is suffering because of the other… Yet, we get so carried away, or perhaps at times, intimidated by a certain character of ourselves that we don’t realize how much others are suffering, and sometimes the ones suffering were in fact the ones that needed to be treasured more…

Congratulations, you are born, with a wail of cry you enter the world, you haven’t even opened your eyes yet and still you are entitled of so many positions in life, so many relations awaited for you to own them.  You are born, and you are a son/daughter, a sister/brother, a believer/nonbeliever, a niece/nephew, a grandson/granddaughter, and so on.  You haven’t learn to say a word, and perhaps you are even entitled as an uncle/aunt or perhaps granduncle/grandaunt.  Then as you grow, you keep adding to your titles, you keep adding your social circle, and your responsibilities.  It never stops, and continues until you die.

Today, I finally felt motivated to write about it while talking to a dear one.  I loved the gesture they did; they acted and took care of the responsibilities that one of their titles brought along them, and yet, one of their other relation suffered and they seemed completely oblivious to it.  It made me respect and yet disrespect them, both at once and I realized that is the case with all of us.  It includes me, you, them…  everyone!

You are either a believer or you are not, and this means that you either have an additional responsibility or not.  If you are a believer, then along with the worldly relations, you have to satisfy your Creator too and if you are not, then perhaps just focus on worldly relations.

Being a Muslim, at least for me, it all revolves around my religion, each of them holds their significance and makes me fulfill my certain duties towards them.  And yet, at times it is not easy.  In order to satisfy one relation, I end up being unjust to the other.  But what I have learned is that Islam makes it easy to balance them by telling us the priorities, and once we start balancing according to that list, it becomes comparatively easier to balance them, if not 100%.

However, if you are not a believer, then perhaps you can be unjust to either while being perfect for one of them.  But then, I have realized that eventually it makes you suffer more than the relation or the person on the other hand.  Because try as we might, we can never live with just one relation in world.  Even being an introvert makes you crave for relations, perhaps limited ones.

I don’t have any solution, but I do know that in order to have harmony in life, one does need to learn to balance relations.  Just because you got married, doesn’t mean your spouse is the only one who deserves your 100% dedication, and while it does to an extent, still it shouldn’t be on the expense of your duties towards your parents.  Or just because you are now blessed with a child, doesn’t mean you overlook your duties to your spouse.  And while you are balancing them all, doesn’t mean you completely ignore the friend who helped you through the ups and downs of life.  And while you are balancing them, don’t at all forget yourself, and your Creator (if you are a believer).

In the end, best of luck finding that balance, that harmony!  Because I still am trying to balance it all.

Peace!

Keeping the flame alive


LightCandle

Love is like a fire that can either keep you warm in coldness of life or it can burn you to ashes.  I have experienced both.  Seven months of marriage and I’ve stayed warm and collected ashes altogether but despite how much it has burnt, I would still work to keep the flame alive, I can still not let it go off, and I still will never let it burn down all that I have.  I love my husband with all I have, more and more each day.  Alhumdulillah I am lucky to have him.  And yet, he is a typical husband who drives me nuts at times but I have learned that it is up to me whether or not I want to let him drive me nuts.  I have learned that often times problems in marriage start nurturing, yes, even though *nurture* is a word that is mostly used for giving a positive outlook for something, still I have used it and the reason is that often times, the problems in our marriage is what we choose to nurture unintentionally.  We choose to let the problem grow, giving it all it needs to evolve and grow to the point where we can’t stand each other.  We put ourselves first, and while at times you do need to do that still, in a marriage, you need to keep your partner first, regardless of whether or not they put you first.  If you love them, there are no rules, no ego, no conditions, just do it.  And as I have learned, it isn’t so hard after all.  If you start taking care of the possibly little things, the big things will take care of themselves.  Kind of like oxygen in life.  You need oxygen to live, and yet it is the care of oxygen that is neglected the most.  What do you need to do?  Just plant more trees, keep the environment alive, and that isn’t so hard, is it?  You plant a tree and take care of it until it grows, and then it starts taking care of itself and gives you fruits, and oxygen, of course.  It cleans the air that allows you to live better.  And have you noticed how more greener the place is, the more full of nature, and the more you have positive feelings in you?  Likewise, in marriage, just take care of little things and soon after they start taking care of you.  Why fight over petty issues like “he didn’t reply me,” “he can’t put the folded clothes in closet or put the dirty ones in basket for laundry,” “he doesn’t listen to me,” “he doesn’t have time for me,” “we don’t go out,” “he just misunderstands me,” “he only supports his family and highlights my faults,” “he can’t keep things I tell him to himself,” “he doesn’t tell me if I have cooked good food,” “he doesn’t thank enough,” etc.  And while these are “little things” that men need to really pay attention to more, still, why let them stop you from doing your part?  Why let it all stop you from being the wonderful creation of God that you are?  There is a reason that God made you the way you are, that HE made you a woman, and one of the biggest attributes of woman is her ability to forgive, to overcome hardships, to embrace everyone, to love, to give, to understand, to comfort.  Yes, men don’t understand that, or perhaps don’t realize it.  Thanks to the mainstream media, women have mostly been portrayed as emotional beings who can’t think logically or are too dumb, and too sensitive.  While it is true to an extent, it is not entirely factual.  A woman may be sensitive but she is stronger than him, strong enough to take care of the emotional and physical needs of men and her family, whereas not all of the times can a man take care of emotional and physical needs of his wife and in very rare cases can he even take care of the two, mostly it would just be one of them while other, not too much.  Similarly, she may look dumb, but she is more logical and rational than men in a lot of cases b/c she can think from her heart and brain but men can only do that from brain.  A woman can take care of herself whereas usually men need an intimate partner.  And I don’t mean to underestimate men or be a feminist, but these are realities.  Not all men and women are like that.  But majority is.  My point is, as a couple, as a team, the main focus should be on each other and making the marriage successful, and therefore, if the other is not paying attention, it could be because he/she is incapable of doing it.  And that is when you need to play your part.  Now, while it may look that it is all in vain, it is NOT!  The result may not appear right away but you will see it in coming days.

I’m a person who can’t resist an argument, esp. if the argument is on wrong basis or biased or racist.  And hence me & my husband end up having a lot of arguments, not on regular basis, but usually when people are around because we both have an opinion.  And sometimes I hated the fact that why can’t he simply agree with me, why does he have to object?  So, my dad answered me this and it did make sense.  He said, “Man may be convinced at heart that his wife is right, but in a group of people, even his family, closed ones, he would just not admit it and keep arguing.  It is better for you to give up than hurt his ego in front of anyone.”  Now, being the person I am, my feminine nature objected it right away but then when I thought about it, it was really worth consideration.  Our society is a society where not only females, but males have to face certain criticism regarding their behavior.  And if my giving up an argument in front of group of people would save our relation, what’s wrong in it?  I mean if I think about it, what exactly is I’m getting by winning an argument?  Applaud? Praise? But if that is costing me my husband being hurt, are they worth it?  And answer is “No.”  There have been numerous situations where I just hate what my husband does, little things that drive me nuts.  But when I put them all on reality check of what I’m gaining and losing, I realize that I would rather ignore those little things than lose my love, my partner, or let any of that come between us.  And the best part is that even my husband does that, ignoring little things.  There are times when I find out later that I was wrong, at fault, my behavior or my act, and when I realize how he ignored it and didn’t let it come between us, I am thankful.  Alhumdulillah.  And that encourages me more, to ignore what he does.  It is then that I realize that marriage isn’t hard.  It needs both of us, like a jigsaw puzzle of 2 pieces, that may not be perfect individually but they complete the picture, the complete each other.

And that’s how you keep flame alive.  You see what’s bothering you, and you ignore it for the sake of each other, or perhaps you share it with your partner, you tell them, but you don’t let that come between the two of you.  You need to ask yourself is that really worth put your relationship on line?  Because if you let it come between you now, no matter how little it is, it will keep growing to the point where you both will be standing miles apart, and the price to pay for being together would be far more than you have to pay now.  In fact, if it is indeed so little, why even bother wasting time on it?  If he fails to do something, you do it.  If he doesn’t text you from work, you text him.  And trust me, you may not realize it, but one day when you won’t, he will ask you what’s wrong, why didn’t you text him, and it may not be in a way saying “I missed your text today,” but it would mean that.  He may not say it as often or maybe ever, but if he is looking forward to dinner or lunch, and eating a tummy full, he likes the food you cooked.  Because if it is once in a while, he is hungry, but if it is regular, he loves it.  If he doesn’t put things where they need to be kept, it is because he trusts in you that you will take care of him.  And I know how much we women want to hear those loving words, but sometimes you need to understand his language.  Try to learn his even if he is too busy that he is unable to learn yours.  Go ahead, keep the flame alive.  Don’t let little things ruin your relation.  Be patient, be loving, be caring.  You, as a woman, are best at it.  And for a change, stop comparing yourself or your life or your happiness with anyone else’s, because truth is that neither of you two are same as that couple, nor are your backgrounds, or your surroundings, and definitely not your life.  And if none of that is same, then how can you expect your relationship to have same result as theirs?  And if you do want to compare, compare your life with those having harder times than you are, that will make you be thankful for what you have!  But no matter what you do, keep the flame alive!

Searching for happiness


506ec4d52413c4aaab4ae99831a7102384646914bf2924b4cf9f9a4d58eb3b78She searched for happiness far and beyond, online & offline, from the scorching heat of sun to coolness of the wind, from night to day, and day to night.  She kept on searching in music, chores, movies to shows, cleaning and cooking and yet it was nowhere to be found.  Some said she needed exercise, some suggested religious gatherings, some would tell her to go and socialize rather than isolating herself, while some could only hope it was nature and perhaps nature it was.  But with all the responsibilities, how could she go in nature?  Yes, she loves nature.  She missed nature.  She longed for the blossoming flowers and wet grass under her feet.  She wished for the solace that she got from reading books in comfort of a tree but where could she find that?  How could she find it?  She missed the imagination she had.  The imagination that was so strong that it helped her through the toughest of times in life.  And now here, in this place, in her new home, she missed it.  She had no reality and she had lost her imagination that was taken over by haunting memories.  She needed to break free.  She needed to run away.  But where could she go?  In this alone cruel world, who could she ask for help when those who claimed to know her just misunderstood her?  It was then that one bright morning, the angel of comfort sprinkled its magic on her.  This day wasn’t like the days she was living now.  It was different.  Something about it was different.  Something had changed.  But she didn’t know what.  And she didn’t know what it was until she saw the bed sheet she had just changed, that was kept in corner of her room waiting to be washed.  And that was when she realized.  It was like a 2-year-old finding its favorite teddy bear that was lost, the one it sleeps with.  She knew exactly what needed to be done.  She had found her imagination back.  She had found her happiness.  And she needed not to look further beyond her balcony.  The same balcony she loathed because it had no view, because it showed her nothing but street full of cars and strangers and yet so empty that they made her miserable and longed for freedom, the same balcony was where her happiness was hiding.  She spread down the same bed sheet, and watched the evening sky, the sun peeking through the clouds, and with her imagination now back, she could have her nature, her trees and flowers, her thoughts all clear like the gardens after rain; beautiful and attractive.  And amused by this miracle, she thanked her Lord, her savior, her friend.  She thanked Allah for sending her back her lost magic, for helping her find the happiness she longed for.  And now she knows that when it will come to finding happiness, she has it in her balcony, that’s where she can be herself with her most special friend.  And she knows now that often times we search far and beyond for happiness when truly it is closer than we think.

 

As for me?  I think I am happy that now I finally organized my life so that I can write and read and learn.  Ahhh… Really missed doing either of that Smile … Welcome back myself!

Sweet & Spicy Plum Chutney w/ Sour Chicken


c91087de74cfadb5eddb31daebdc2b6db8582b67101e98c27ced5481b46f4ffd-002

Plum Chutney Ingredients/Procedure:

  1. Take about 500 ml/2 cups water and bring it to boil.
  2. Now take about 6-7 plums, cut them in halves and add them to the boiling water and let it boil until it goes all thick.  (P.S:  Remove the seeds)
  3. Add about 2 tsp. of crushed red chilies, 1 tbsp. of cumin, 3 tbsp. of apple cider vinegar, and sugar as needed (depends on plum’s taste too).  Considering the plums I used, as it turns out, they were not that full of taste so I had to use about 4 tbsp. of granulated white sugar.
  4. Keep stirring until thick.  And voila, your plum chutney is ready!

Sour chicken cubes:

  1. For half chicken breast:  cut it in cubes and add ginger/garlic paste, 1 tbsp chili powder, 4 tbsp. lemon juice, salt to taste, half cup vinegar, 1 tbsp. oil.  Mix them all and let the cubes marinate over night for best results.  The above ingredients can be used for marinating whole chicken or chicken steaks, increase ingredients accordingly.
  2. Put them for grill or roasting until tender Or fry them on low heat in a non-stick pan.  Avoid using oil!
  3. Your sour chicken cubes are ready to be served.

Bon Appetit!

Chicken in honey-oyster sauce with fine beans & baby corn


Considering I’m trying to lose weight and yet not my taste, so preferring natural sweetness rather than refined sugar and definitely no oil … So here’s what I come up with, keeping that sweetness and tangy flavor alive and yet going nutritious… At least in my view Winking smile

20140823_182358

Ingredients:

1 Chicken breast fillet cut in about 1 inch strips (or as you please)
Fine beans
Baby corns
Carrot (sliced)
Crushed red chili (1 tsp)
Honey (1/4 cup)
Oyster sauce (1/2 cup)
& Dark soy sauce (2 tbsp)

Procedure:

  1. In a pan, add oyster sauce, honey, crushed chili, and dark soy sauce with 1/2 cup water and add chicken.  Let it cook until chicken pieces are tender, on full heat.
  2. The sauce gets thick really quick so keep stirring in order to keep it smooth.
  3. Once the chicken is tender, take it out and put it in a platter.  Now keep cooking the sauce until really thick.
  4. Now add beans, carrot, and baby corn and stir fry them in the same sauce.
  5. That’s it.  Add them to the platter & voila!  Ready to be served.

“I Love You” – A Fiction.


R.J:

Very well written … #KahaniGharGharKi as some may say…

Originally posted on Food, People, Love And Stufff...!!:

red_rose_on_a_grave__in_bellu_by_schwarzekatze181

She said, “I need to talk to you !”

And he never did.

He reminisced. Each time she tried to share her feelings he pushed her away. Every time she cried in front of him, he was pissed off. Each time she said that she needed him with her, he disappeared.

He shouts on her , insults her but she never turned away…. she threw her self respect far away for him….And he use all his self respect and ego against her. Whenever they had a fight, he never apologized and talked to her first. And every time she made him realize that after talking and resolving the fight by apologizing first.

Love of Human

Sacrificed Self respect

Butchered ego

Pleasurable pain

Enchanting heartache

Dying Wishes

Trembling smiles

Tranquility

He never knew through how much pain she has to go through to keep poking him with texts and call when…

View original 266 more words