Day 13 - Entire Day

So, if you were on Twitter yesterday, you might've read my rather irritable status:

"Cooking pilaf isn't glamorous. At all."

If you weren't, well, this post should provide some explanation. My parents got this brilliant idea in their minds to suddenly invite S&B and parents, and Kam and parents, for iftar last night. This provoked a day of cleaning, cooking and elaborate last-minute planning.

My dad believes that I make amazing pilaf, so I was set to work trying to double the recipe - that serves our family of five - for fifteen. I was switching between the fridge and the stove, and it was muggy and hot and disgusting and I almost spilled oil on my nice new shalwar kameez and...

Okay. I'm done.

When they got here, though, it was pretty pleasant. We had the usual yuks and memories, and a few stand-up comedy moments courtesy of S's mother.

It was nice.