Today I am actually a stay at home mom literally. It helps that outside is grey and blah, making me want to stay home. Laundry is getting done, dinner is marinating and I am feeling good.
Today I am trying to make Biryani, which is a mixed rice dish from India. It is made with spices, rice and meat or vegetables. Yum. It can be a bit more labour intensive so often this is served for a special time. My mom made her’s a certain way… but I am trying to replicate the way I heard that is more traditional. The curry in marinated in a mess of spices and yogurt. After it has sat a while, you are to leave the meat in the bottom of the pan and add soaked basmati rice to the top. Then the dish needs to be sealed shut so that it can cook in the stream. In India, I saw that they used dough to make a seal on the lid.
This is supper… so I am a little apprehensive as to the outcome. What if it doesn’t turn out? I used quite a bit of meat so it would stink if it didn’t pan out. Oh well…. guess I’ll just have to wait and see.
As I look at all the rooms in the house, I see that a good purge is in order. Ugh. It feels good when done but it’s the kind of task that can’t be interrupted or I will lose my stream.
I can back from the doctor’s after having my sugars checked. The good news is that it has dropped a lot from my last visit (meaning at that point it was BAD). I am pleased with myself. Of course it still has a little ways to go but I feel like it is doable. I hate having diabetes. I realize that there are a lot of things much worse … but if I can grumble for a minute… I love carbs. Ok. I’m done.
We had the most gorgeous weather yesterday. Indian Summer, I suppose. I love this time of year… the leaves changing and all nature is getting ready for the arrival of Old Man Winter.
I am trying to adjust to the changes in the boys. 2/6 have girlfriends. Oye. I realize that it isn’t serious… and all that jazz and it’s for fun… yet as I watched my little but not so little guy buy a silly stuffy for his girlfriend, I felt pangs. I guess I hate the thought that they are at the point of the possibility of being hurt or worse having a broken heart. Maybe that’s me … just being me.
I’m still not ready for the girls out there to have any part of my boys. 🙁
This weekend, since we did our dinner on Sunday, Monday Sanj spent working on the rink. I don’t think my boys have any idea of how lucky they are. This will be Sanj’s mistress till Spring. He will worry about the tarp hoping no animal or kid puts a hole in it. Then the snow will come and he will obsess and worry… whether its permissible to skate on or not. He gets great pleasure just looking at the ice- when it is perfect. Weird, eh?
Ah well…. best get back to laundry and cooking and cleaning.
Hope your day is a good one!