Hi, I'm Marsha Yasmine Marie, author, mug designer, coloring book creator, mother, human right activist, meditator and work-a-holic. This is my weekly blog of just fun, free-style writing---mostly poetry. It's raw and not-so-edited,,,, and I am lovin' it!
Now that I mentioned the cookbook in my last blog post, I have cooking on the brain. So I thought it would be fun to write about cooking in Pakistan. Here is an excerpt from the book Paklish Cooking 101 , and two recipes highlighted in the book . Silver dishes a re a vital part of every kitchen. Silver dishes ( panday ), shallow flat mixing bowl ( thrami ), tea bowls ( pyalas ), sauce pan ( dedgi ), round griddle ( tava ), bread basket ( chooket ), teapot ( chinook ) , flatbread cloth ( tutahanas ), hand-held fan ( punkias ) and wooden spoons. Moms are always ready for the traveling junk man ( panday valla ) when he comes thru the alleyway on his bicycle. Collections of old plastic shoes, old silver dishes, odd-and-end metal pieces are weighed and traded in for a new silver pot or clay tea bowls. Dirt is smeared on the bottom of clay and silver pots and pans ; not only to make it easier to clean the soot, but to help prevent the clay pots from cracking during cookin
Dear Mom, I was just thinking about you today; your birthday is coming up. It has been a while since we last spoke. The kids have all grown up, and you would not even believe the baby. Time goes by so fast. I am working as a corporate trainer now. I really love my new job. They allow me to experiment and explore. I love the freedom I have now. I guess, all those years teaching overseas has really come in handy. It is amazing how much I look like you. When I look in the mirror, it is almost like I see you standing behind me. My nose and my eyes whisper your name. I love and miss you so much. I wish I could just pick up the phone and hear your voice. I'm sorry Mom that I have still not been to your grave. I just cannot bear the pain. I want to remember your smile in my heart just like I did when I was gone. I think of you everyday. Bye for today Mom. I will write soon. Love, Sissy