Saima Says

I am finding the fasting pretty tough this year. Firstly, they are long; from half four in the morning till nearly eight! Secondly, they're looong!

But at least that means I have time to make some tasty treats to open the fasts with after I get home from work. 

The recipe for the crepes/pancakes can be found at BBC Food.

As much as it pains me to link to the Daily Mail, I was rather intrigued by their article on Michael Jackson turning 50. They have two pictures of him, one of him today and one of what he may have looked like had he not opted for shed loads of surgery. Interesting.

It's sad really. I recall a conversation from a few days ago with my younger sister. At aged sixteen you'd think the whole Worship Jackson hysteria would have bypassed her but no, she was telling me how her dream in life is to see him live. "I think I'd cry," she said and umm, I may have agreed...

We then talked about how when he dies it won't be as big a deal as it should be. I mean come on, he's a musical genius who's passing would have been akin to that of Elvis but not now. I fear that his life may just be celebrated with cheap puns in the tabloids and the painful dissection of a "weirdo's" life.

Oh well, as long as I still enjoy the music right?

When I grow up, I want a house just like this.

So I've been very rubbish with updates for, ooh, about a year? 

I keep meaning to get my act together but it nevers happens. Why? 'Cos I'm too busy enjoying life right now. 

Anyway, in the meantime (how much "meantime" I don't know) you can check out my lazy man's version of a blog here: http://saima.tumblr.com/ 

Ta muchly.

The name of Mariah Carey's new album.

Einstein must be rolling in his grave.

My dad once said to me "only a fool thinks he has enough time to make all his own mistakes". He first said that to me when I was quite young but it's stayed with me for a long time. Wise words.

So today, in a moment of genius, my very own tell-the-children-quotable-for-years phrase popped into my head. Out of nowhere.

I give you:

To be weird is a curse but being normal is worse.

Learn it, live by it. A-thank you.

Food has been the theme of this Easter weekend and it has not only been about the chocolate. We had a dinner party with friends and family and I made Thai food; adventurous but thankfully not foolishly so. I'm not used to eating such excessively rich food anymore and I'm surprised at how much I want to go back to healthy salads and weight training. Bring it on.

Still on the food theme, I'm watching Delia's new show and laughing that they have Bjork music playing in the background. Hadn't pegged her as a Bjork fan.

So today we sampled the delights of Jamaica...well we had an ortanique. I think it was a team bonding exercise disguised as a citrus fruit; we had a makeshift assembly line going. One person would make the initial hole, the other peel it and of course, the pithy parts needed to be removed.

The verdict: not bitter, not too sweet. By far the best orangey-type thing I've had since Orange and Passionfruit flavoured J2O.