It’s that time of the year. Making, stocking up and freezing a couple of hundred samosa or so for that special time in a mere few days, Ramadan (the Muslim month of fasting). Time to make promises about not eating too many oily fried stuff, or too much sugar and time to stock up as if there’s an oncoming seige and we’re about to be locked in our cellars. It’s a strange in-between feeling right now, that anticipation building up of what to expect, how to behave and how to make the most of this time.
But at the same time, as much as I try not to be negative about this special time, I can’t help but worry about the heat, the dehydration, the long days and not-enough-sleep feeling. Last year Ramadan time wasn’t easy because of the thirty-plus degrees weather and long days without water – one day in particularly stands out as a day that I felt really thirsty and weak, thinking about a nice cool glass of water all day.
But I know I’m lucky still. I can’t complain, when we have electric fans and AC in the offices, when there’s a huge feast for us to break our fasts , and when the heat is nothing compared to that in India, Pakistan, Africa. We choose to fast to understand what the less fortunate go through, and it helps us appreciate what we do have. There are many who don’t have the luxury of fasting for a month, and instead go without much food or clean water for a lot longer than just one month because of their poverty and poor living situation.
It’s when I remember this that I remember what Ramadan really teaches us.
So yes, it’s a strange in-between feeling at the moment. not quite there in the period of fasting, and not quite binge-eating either. In the mean-time, enjoy these samosas being made by my mum, ready to freeze so we can fry them later on. Made of two simple ingredients, spring roll sheets and mince filling (and my mum’s magic fingers making them into perfect equilaterals).