Category Archives: fasting

Backyard Eid Barbecue

I know, it sounds weird. and I have a non-Muslim friend who is adamant that Eid should only be celebrated with Indian food. (To be fair, on Eid day, we did prepare at home lamb vindaloo, pumpkin, stir fried shrimp & paratha & dhalpuri.)

However, the following day, we hosted a very impromptu backyard Eid barbecue at home. Fortunately, our friends were all amenable to what were very last minute invitations:).

Our menu was uncomplicated – macaroni pie, potato salad, barbecued chicken. Friends brought a chicken, a green salad, cole slaw, & added to our servings of garlic bread. Another friend, Sister N, who is holidaying here on her annual retreat to Barbados, brought hot dogs & burgers, and buns. We were able to source homemade pizza to add to the menu as we had some vegetarians and milk-allergic invitees, as well as some lamb sausage – so an unbaked cheese pizza to which BD added the lamb sausage, a cheeseless chicken pineapple & onion pizza, and a vegetarian pizza. Homemade lemonade & sorrel, and Barbados’ Plus & Malt drinks.

The dessert table offered varieties of sweetmeats including BD’s baked goods, a Muslim friendly great cake & coconut bread from L, and oodles of other sweet baked goods. (And I have NO pictures of that central table, sob).

Guests came, and stayed. And even anti-social Youngest softened enough to invite a friend other than the one that BD invited for him without his consent. Alhamdulillah for a soothing relaxed blessed Eid ul Fitr with families and friends.

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An impromptu iftar

No photos. Sigh.

So Sunday unfolded. Qur’an recitation was completed in taraweeh the night before at one of the prayer sites for taraweeh. So BH, NoS and Youngest had prayed taraweeh and joined in the fried rice, potato salad & barbecue chicken that was shared out to the congregants. We benefited (should that be spelt with a double t?) from the extra fried rice. BD & I had journeyed to Masjid e Quba to share in the iftar (similar menu but with a distinct Guyanese flavour) and stayed on for taraweeh.

Sunday morning, there was extra fried rice at home, I had purchased some watermelon the day before, and there was Sister W’s invitation to join her at home for iftar (a kinda potluck thing). It was sent out during the week, and no one on our group chat had responded. But I did on Sunday, but oops, having had no response, she had accepted her brother’s invitation to iftar that evening. Anyway, after some bumbles and fumbles, we agreed that Sister N (who’s on her annual visit from the US) and I would go over to Sister W for iftar. BH would kindly barbecue a chicken for us, and I would take the watermelon (chunked and chilled) and the fried rice, and Sister W would throw together a salad (her variations are seemingly endless). And an interested party (S) would also join us. The open invitation was extended to all of the sisters to join us and bring the meal which they would have eaten had they remained at home alone.

And lo and behold, Youngest invited himself over to Sister F’s home, and NoS tagged along. (Yes, I verified whether it was convenient, although every other member of my household reiterated that they are always welcome at Sister F’s). So they took chunked & chilled watermelon & tandoori chicken (may have been beef) pies that BD organised. (I was going to take along 4 to Sister W’s who was also doing veg samosas and pastries).

Well, sometimes there’s a plot twist. Sister W’s sister in law wasn’t happy that Sister W was no longer coming, and with a word or three there, and easy acquiescence by me, BH & I collected Sister N, Sister W and little M-R, and joined Sister W’s family for iftar. We took the watermelon & the fried rice but left everything else. And what a variety of foods awaited us – soft soft roti, lamb curry, chicken pasta salad, some kind of rice dish, Sister W’s pastries, samosas & chickpea salad (those are 3 separate things), a mango salad (drool), Sister N’s cornstarch fried chicken wings, BD’s confetti & chocolate chip & possibly custard cupcakes (that was interesting), chocolate cupcakes & ice cream. Stuffed I was. Dates, water, juices, soft drinks.

Interspersed with maghrib, isha & taraweeh in congregation.

Alhamdulillah to brothers and sisters who so willingly open their homes and kitchens.

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Cranberry-date bites for iftar

Sorry – no pix (will have to see if BD took any). There were burnt bottoms though:0

Saturday past, alhamdulillah, we had the opportunity to provide iftar for fasting persons. And as one tends to feel a little pressured with providing fast-breaking, the question was what else to provide other than the dates and water? Ponder, ponder, browse. Ponder, ponder, browse. I wanted to do dates & oatmeal ….bars, but that required doing something with a pot stovetop. Nope. Aussie bites? Sounded great, but pretty sure there was an ingredient in there I didn’t have. Ponder, ponder, browse. Then there it was – my Naps Girls’ cookbook recipe for muffins. You can’t really miss with muffins (well I can, but rarely). And we have a mini cupcake pan. And my cookbook allowed for variations of substituting oatmeal for flour and adding fruits. So voila!

Washed dates & cranberries (they’ve been not quite mouldering, but hanging around a bit), then chopped in the food processor. Hand mixed the muffin mix – flour, oats, sugar, salt, baking powder, pineapple juice (instead of milk – wanted to add blackcurrant juice cuz I could just see the tart counterpoint but BD looked most unimpressed, sob), and the cranberry-date mix. (Yes, I know you want measurements but I’m writing this in a place where my cookbook does not exist and no, the recipes are not online – but it’s a basic muffin mix). Hmm, there might have been an egg or two but I can’t quite remember, and did I double the mix? Maybe. A little fasting dehydration here:):).

Anyway, BD sprayed the mini cupcake pan, I dropped in either half of a teaspoon (it’s a little vague here without visuals) in each, and popped into the oven with instructions to BD to remove in 15 minutes. She eyeballed them, and left them in longer enough to have burnt bottoms. Impressed I was not. Unpleasant thoughts in Ramadan. Astaghfirullah – I am fasting, I am fasting, I seek your forgiveness my Creator.

Anyway, we got 48 mini-muffins, which I found a bit dry at iftar, but alhamdulillah, my fasting brethren (and sistren?) seemed to enjoy it – certainly all went on the brothers’ side, and most on the sisters’ side, with one sister taking the remainder as sehri bites.

Could have been moister I think, so probably a shorter baking time. (Baker I am sometimes, mainly not).

Oh, so to break fast, we had the dates, the bites, and spinach cakes (with some mango chutney for the brothers, and the nicer tamarind chutney for the sisters). And ice cold water.