I just love the TV ads showing delicious products and cooking shows, especially when they are broadcast one or two hours prior to iftar.
My iftar is like honey straight from the beehive
I just love the TV ads showing delicious products and cooking shows, especially when they are broadcast one or two hours prior to iftar. But the last thing a man wants is to enter the kitchen at this time. The scene resembles a beehive; the mother or wife and her courageous team - the maids and the daughters - hurrying to gather all the ingredients, watching their pots and pans, glancing at the cooking shows and making notes.
They either give up on the dish on TV and end up doing their own thing, or we get lucky and get to eat what we were tempted by while watching TV. As one of the only men living with 16 females I have the privilege of eating the honey from just such a beehive. Do I hear "Mashallah?" Our iftar will always have a taste of the basics: dates, water, juice and salads as well as local dishes such as thareed, hares, loqimat (fried flour balls with rose water and saffron), my favourite desert, which I enjoy with the Arabic coffee that goes with it. Yummy.
As much as I appreciate the efforts of the busy queen bees, when you are hungry and only get one iftar, I choose to take no risks and go with my staples.