The best thing about Iftar at my aunt's house is the traditions that go with it. For breaking the fast, they fry all these battered vegetables - potatoes and eggplant, and even this special vegetable flower and leaves they grow in the garden that come from back 'home'. Everyone gets like one of each, and the rest get mashed up by hand and thrown together with Muri (puffed rice) and freshly cut onions and tomatoes and mustard seed oil.
We also had dates and lassi (yogurt drink) and fresh mango and watermelon cubes. It was so good, and I think that in a little while, we're also going to have biryani.
I'm not sure how I'm going to eat again at Suhur.
This time around, my dad decided to separate the boys and the girls, so that we could all enjoy our conversations in peace. So, Mr. Nerdy Cousin, his (evil) younger brother, my other cousin (who believes he's a superhero) and my little bro are hanging with the men and my world-wise (and supposedly cool) elder cousin - and I'm sitting in here with my favorite Apu (big sister - here, my elder cousin-sister) and my younger sister while the women talk about...something uninteresting and the two baby cousins (5 and 1) run about under everyone's feet.
The one-year-old is quickly turning into a terror. He just pulled Apu's hair - HARD - banged my laptop and punched my brother in the eye.
The latter might have been deserved, but seriously - he's owning all of us, and we can't do anything because he's the baby.
Ugh.
He's trying to pull down the treadmill.
I guess that's the end of this entry.
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