I don’t know how many mothers have felt this way, but at times, when I look at my children, I feel, “Are they really mine?” 😀 I always wonder why I feel that. Children are an amazing mish-mash of chromosomes of generations in ourselves that come out in manifestation. Indeed, He is great, Allahu Akbar! Rasha was born looking like HD but now she looks like a splitting copy of me from every angle possible! Even certain mannerisms are like me – laziness, liking the egg yolk and not the white on a sunny side up, etc. 😉 Azza is a literal melting pot of so many people – umma, mattamma, a part of HD… The best part is both of them are as different as chalk and cheese, in every way! Maybe because of the difference, they literally drive me up the wall. Sometimes when they wreck havoc, I feel like running away from the house. When my mind settles, I think, did umma also feel the same when we used to make home a hell? 😀 There are times when I have lost my head at them and scream at the top of the voice only to hear them giggle after everything. What can you do in such cases? Nothing much… 😀 We three love to huddle up to watch Masterchef India, we giggle watching Shawn the Sheep, buy two ice creams and fight over it in public, all while they drive me crazy. No wonder Allah called them “the adornment of this world” that we concentrate so much of our time on them, more than we do on ourselves. Here is a very interesting article I read beginning of this week, something I have to look at to tweak my parenting style, where at times I do literally become a “mom-ster”! 😕
Most of the time, I keep my Fridays for experimenting different rice dishes. I have mentioned a few times that rice is reserved for Fridays and Saturdays. Since I end up making only dinner most of the day (explains the loads of night pictures on the blog! 😀 ), I try not to include rice into it and normally it is never welcome. Ever since being on medication has increased my interest in trying more vegetarian varieties of rice, which I have discovered are varied and delicious too! One of them happened to be this rice, which I adapted from here. Both the Ps in the rice – the Pomegranate and the Pistachio – are loved in the family so naturally this rice had to be a hit. The beauty of this dish is that you can have it just like that with only pickle and raita, and it is still a comforting meal. The hues of red and green make this pilaf look really pretty! Since I have a carnivores family, I paired it along with the Mangalorean Sukka and it was a complete package! Off to the recipe…
- 2 tbsp butter
- 2 bay leaves
- 2 cups basmati rice, washed and drained
- 3½ cup water
- 2 stock/seasoning cubes (I used Maggi vegetable cubes)
- Salt to taste
- 1 pomegranate, arils removed
- ½ cup pistachios, roasted and pounded
- Heat the butter and fry the bay leaves briefly.
- Add in the drained rice and fry till crisp, for about five minutes.
- Add the water, stock cubes and salt to taste and keep on high flame on closed lid till the water boils properly.
- Reduce the flame to the lowest and keep on closed lid undisturbed till the rice is fully cooked.
- Switch off the flame. Add the pomegranate and pistachios and toss up with a fork.
- Serve warm with any side dish.