Night Before Ramadan:
When I was 5 years old, I would fast on weekends and only half a day to prepare for growing up when I would fast the entire month.
The first fast I broke accidentally, I drank a box of grape juice on a Sunday while I was babysitting my 4 year old brother. I was 8 years old. I remembered I was fasting after the last drop of grape juice was emptied from the little waxy box. I cleaned the entire house in pennance. I admitted it to my father, teary-eyed and sorry. He said, “It’s okay God invited you to drink the juice. Tomorrow is another day to start over.”
Perhaps this is where my optimism began.
Tonight, I made lamb qorma with asparagus. I’ve prepped onions, jalapeno peppers, garlic, and tart dried plums for the qufta (meatball) qorma (simmered down stew) that I am planning. The onions, garlic and jalapenos to season the minced meat. The dried plum is for the center of the qufta a surprise streak of tart in the center of a meaty meal.
In honor of Ramadan I will post up some recipes and keep a diary of food and prayers for this month of pause; a pause in which we look deep into ourselves and reorganize ourselves.