Ramadan started last night with the sighting of the moon and then the first Tarawih.
And thus today is the first day of fasting. I’m hoping this year, Insha Allah I can fast the whole month (or almost). We didn’t even discuss paying fidiya for me this year and so I am cautiously optimistic!
So I went downstairs tonight and had need of an egg. There are a couple eggs in the fridge that have little cracks in it so I took one of those out and figured I’d see if it was okay.
I cracked it open and it was kinda…
Well have you ever seen a frozen raw egg? Or a semi-frozen egg? you know like when the water bottle in the fridge has shards of ice floating in it. Well the yolk was like soft-frozen and the white was shard-y.
We keep lowering the fridge temperature but still we have frozen water and stuff. The freezer…hmmm…I am sometimes concerned about. I almost wonder if the motherboard got reverse hooked up.
Or…contrary to what my mother always claims, that having my brother and family home and us always opening the fridge makes the stuff in it not stay cold…we don’t open the fridge alot and stare.
But somehow…we cook, we buy food and we eat and we can’t find room in the fridge. Aside from it being one of those stupid fridge and freezer side by side models, somehow the food we make just doesn’t go away.
And silly me, when Chennette came for the weekend a week or so ago, on an EARLY MORNING flight, I offered to make fry aloo. Offered?? She insisted that we make breakfast for her and said I could make fry aloo (I kept offering to make it for her when I was in Guyana). So I dragged myself off the bed a bit early but late that morning and scrubbed and sliced and soaked the potatoes and made fry aloo. I couldn’t find either of the woks and decided the non-stick fry pans were too small and used the deeper one…which meant all the dark bits stuck to the bottom and it didn’t come out quite right but it taste like it should.
And you know what?
SHE DIDN’T EVEN EAT IT!
She didn’t even make the sada roti for it.
I have never made roti and my sister-in-law said her sada roti doesn’t come out so good so the agreement was I make the fry aloo and she whips up some roti. She didn’t make any the whole long weekend she was by us.
So this container of fry aloo has been sitting in the extra cold fridge for some time. I ate some when my sister-in-law brought some food from her mom and she had a piece of roti left.
Anyway a day or so ago I was like I could just mash it and make aloo pie. Then I was like NO! I’m not going to slave over a pot frying pies until kingdom come. Bake them. Make crust. And this was late at night by the way and I remembered we had two sets of pastry dough sitting in the freezer from before I went to Guyana, one was mom’s (short crust for similar potato pies) and the other mine for an apple pie (butter butter). Of course I found the butter one and stashed it in the fridge to soften.
And the next day, I microwaved the fry aloo, added geera (cumin, toasted, ground) and black pepper, mashed and rolled dough and made pies and baked them.
And you know what?
They tasted REALLY GOOD!
And now a day after the pies are done and there is one less container in the fridge.
Now…if only I could figure out where the cake flour is hiding…
