culinary skills&sacrifices

The morning was lost in slumber, I awoke at 2pm with my mum's yells resounding in my ears. I usually sleep loads in Ramadhan so this is nothing new, lack of food is simply replaced by an abundance of sleep. The day started slowly since I'm nearly always dizzy when I've woken up from too many hours of lying horizontally, standing seems like a challenge so I waited for the bathroom on the steps in the passage way.

Ramadhan is a time of self control &sacrifice, both of which leaves me in a predicament as I'm reluctant to let things go willingly. I suppose even sleeping in is a means of avoiding the loss of my sacrificial lambs. I think I'm constantly tested during this time &I realise how much I'm heavily influenced by wrongs. The fact that the devil is shackled away only means that I'm imprinted with these actions regardless of the absent whisperings I can place blame in the other eleven months of the year.

Today has been blurry and slightly unfocused in terms of praying& being productive with my time. I started cooking pretty late which resulted to heavy critique to the chicken dish& my pie slightly less tasty. You learn from these hasty mistakes & can only hope for tomorrow to be a better day. Each time I cook &gain few brownie points in my culinary skills, I trip &lose a few the next time thinking I've already become a pro at mastering the art of Asian cuisine. Nevertheless, I have improved a little and this month should prove to be helpful as I'm in delegated to preparing the Iftari food every day.

Although today is only the first day of the month, I've already seen a little peek of what's in store. Judging from my weakness towards the end of the 16 hour fast, I think I'll be eating a bit more when we're up at the crack of dawn &try not to let my day waste away.

Here's to hoping.