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Baking Until I Drop

After fighting with her for almost a week to convince her we don’t need to make both kibbe and biryani…and to try to keep it low key and LOW WORK, she said well she want. And you know that’s the end of that right there.

Which is why from the first menu that rice dish appeared and quickly changed into biryani.

And, I was oh soo looking forward to it.

Then she decide too much work (which I have been telling her ALL ALONG) so even though I was happy and thrilled to remove it from the menu, this was the first set up.

Posting the updated menu a few minutes ago, I mourned the loss of biryani and thought why not tonight (instead of this shrimp and saim and dhal and such but I am happy to have less work for us.

So, as I am on my way to shower and she is out (we’re doing another last minute grocery), she says to me why can’t I make biryani tonight? Why this extra food?? I informed her I not getting involved in no decisions to give her more work because I will lose out regardless…

So, she set me up again…menu change, biryani tonight and I already posted.

*sigh*

Let’s not even talk about our communication problems…her definition of special versus mine.
She wants special sweets and such for ‘Id and vex with my choices, never mind she is making the granddaddy of all special sweets, sawaine (which will probably not be made in my house). So do I. Her definition of special is traditional (which to me equals BORING and milk-laden). My definition of special is something exciting, new or that we’ve not made before or recently (which to her equals expensive (not true!) or Lilandra gone crazy).

Yeah.
Dad doesn’t get involved.

Mom, I still love you…hope you feel the same ;-)

Please remember you’re not feeling well, and neither am I and…how much work can we give Chennette to do?

Every year we make big extravagant plans…and then Chennette has to come and bail us out.

Edit: Mom also said we making Jalebi this year. Oh my!