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I walked into the kitchen to see mum and my sister already whipping around the kitchen with bowls being spread across table tops, large saucepans on the cooker, chopping boards and knives decorated in red juice etc etc. They seemed to know what they were doing so before I quietly stepped back and attended to other things, I asked what they were making and all I could see in the works was haleem (حلیم). Another reason was because 2 people in our kitchen is enough. Anymore and would have needed to appoint someone as lollipop man. Especially when it gets busy, you don’t want to be in the way of two women.
Haleem is a dish that originated in the middle east it is now widely eaten throughout Asia, and some parts of Europe like Turkey. Although the dish varies from country to country, it is always includes lentils, meat/chicken, wheat and barley.
Whenever we make haleem, we always make a lot of it. And just by chance, when one of the men said they’re going to the have iftaar at a mosque with a few friends, we weren’t so panicked when we realised we had to pack iftaar.
We assumed that since he was leaving then that would mean less worry at iftaar time. Wrong! We get a call a few hours later that my sister is coming round too. Now, our worry wasn’t the amount of food, it was space.
We all went into super mode and finally I had to step into the kitchen and face any harm that may come my way.
My sister made cake, which was a surprise.
Poppadoms were fried to go with the haleem.
When my sister finally arrived with her gang (husband and 3 kids) she brought a large bag of mishti/mitai (asian sweets).
She went to a Bangali sweet store and bought it, not a Pakistani or Indian one. I’m not discriminating, it’s just that each country has their own specialist sweets so she bought sweets that can only be found in Bangali sweet stores.
I was given ‘feed the kids duty’ so I was half stuffing the kids mouths with paratah, and half plating up for iftaar.
At the end of it all, we had so many dishes our dishwasher was overloaded, which meant we had to wash the rest by hand. I hoped I would get help with this but when I saw the kitchen was deserted and that even mum had vanished, I was left with the kitchen duty too.