It's been a fabulous weekend. Happy Mother's Day to all! I hope it went well for all you mommies out there. Did you get a chance to put your feet up and take a break from it all? No? I didn't think so. A mother's job is never done! Am I right, or am I right?! I spoke to my own mom today, over the phone, and silently wished that I could've been there with her today. Gifts are fine once in a while, but nothing really beats a warm hug. And mommy hugs are the most tender, aren't they?
These days, I'm perfectly happy being Ozzy's mommy. Today we had ice-cream together for the first time to celebrate our special relationship. I probably should not be feeding my cat ice-cream! Don't worry, he's fine. He just got a teensy bit from my finger - I dutifully hogged the rest. I've heard people say that you shouldn't give cats milk or other dairy. But Ozzy loves milk; it's his special treat. He goes mad whenever he catches a glimpse of it every time I open the fridge.
We've been lucky enough to have wonderful weather this Mother's Day. In February, the park next to our apartments looked like this. I was walking in the bitter cold, and feeling sorry for the Canadian geese, freezing their little tushies off on that ice!
And here is the same vista as it looks today. Lovely!
DH stepped up to the plate today. Well, he comes through for me pretty much every day, but one of my favorite things is when he cooks for me! Especially this!
I know I know, to many of you this looks terribly unappetizing, but I guarantee that if you're Pakistani, you're salivating because you know that not much beats a hearty weekend brunch of sauteed chicken liver masala and parathas! And yes, this is all DH. Well, the parathas are of the frozen variety, and all we have to do is brown them on the skillet. But that gorgeous plate of creamy soft chicken livers, spiced just right, is purely his specialty. I can't touch this with a 10 ft pole. He marinates them overnight, then cooks them for 10 mins in the morning with lots of green chillies and cilantro. Et voila! Perfect.
I wish I could give you folks a recipe for this. But the honest truth is that DH doesn't follow any recipe. Never had, and apparently never will, if he has anything to say about it. He's like a mad scientist in the kitchen - randomly throwing things into the pan, purely on a whim. So all his dishes never turn out exactly like they did the last time he made them. And I'm pretty much the opposite, which is why I don't usually hang around the kitchen when he's in there ... concocting. Well, whatever the means, I can't argue with the results, not when they're this good. Mmmmmmmmm, now if you'll excuse me, I have a lot of chicken livers to devour.