It was a really hot day today and it was funny how the hottest topic at work was the weather forecast for this week (excuse the pun 🙂 ). Everyone I know is dreading this week Wednesday as it’s predicted to be the hottest day in the year so far: 31 degrees! If my cousins in New York and Toronto could see this, they would LOL hard. Isn’t it always the case that come a little snow or shine, the British talk about it like it’s apocalyptic.
I’m not saying I didn’t feel the heat, but I’ve never really paid much attention to the weather. I deal with the day when it comes. I’m still trying to figure out what scarf to wear for Tuesday, forget Wednesday. The only thing on my mind was iftar 🙂
Mum explained how she didn’t want fried food but something simple and light.
I happily began cutting the cucumber and buttering the bread, when my sister and her family came over and said they’ll be staying for iftar. The plans automatically changed; of course we couldn’t offer sandwiches to them (although I tried and got daggers). So we still had a very Asian style iftar. As always, everyone stuffed themselves and couldn’t get out of their chairs after. I try to control myself and ate as little as possible. Being bloated later just isn’t worth it.