subtle tradition

i just made atayef, after a long argument with our lady cook about how i wouldnt close the ends properly. she caved, and i made atayef :)

i love the first day of Ramadan. Who doesnt?
I love that fitar is always at home on the first day, its always been that way. i love how the place is a mess in the morning (i.e. now) but all clean and pretty right before maghreb and smelling awesome too.
i love how our driver is running around just like every year, delivering all the food my mom ordered. i love how i sneak away from all the preparation for a little bit of one-on-one with my laptop. and i can hear the chatter and laughter from the kitchen.
in a bit i start getting things in order. like i need to make sure there are enough prayer rugs and veils, and make sure no traces of my junk are left outside.
in another bit i will go out on pre-fetar errands and admire the quietness of heliopolis streets
right before maghreb my bro, his wife, and her mother will start trickling in. shortly behind them will be the sis, her husband, his parents, and a parade of energetic nephews. the nephews will insist on disney channel or boomerang and thus settle down in my parents room after fitar while we 'grown ups' watch ramadan TV
My dad will lead the prayer and i bet i know which soura he's going to read
Most of us will have 2 or so rounds of tea, someone will have perrier, someone will have coffee, someone will have diet pepsi, and one or two people will have turkish coffee. and i know exactly who will be drinking what

i love subtle tradition