4 December 2009

Yay Google!!!!

I know i have always been a google-ite but google peeps you are grand! I just got a wave invite! thanks lite! and Google wave is neat!

check this out!

3 December 2009

Advent is here

So besides learning carols and advent hymns like veni Emmanuel and Adeste fidelis, I finally completed the advent wreath yesterday! JPII said "Advent is a period of intense training that directs us decisively to the One who has already come, who will come, and who continuously comes. " and I say Amen and it's been so good thus far. we light our candles and read a bit and do a reflections and pray together. What can I say?... I love it!!!!!! :D

and went to Jo'burg Gen for the kiddies party! wow indeed Veni Veni Emmanuel! Am chanting today with the schola in a concert hope it goes well... been practicing Iustus ut palma coz he threw a hissy during practice on Sunday :D

pics below of my advent wreath and some of the kids party :D
the middle canld is for our numerous intentions :D

Silent Monks singing!!!

Oh Golly Gosh... i've been too lazy to blog but this just had to be posted! its so good

29 October 2009

rosary trimmin's....

Love, Love, LOVE, this poem! got it from What Does Prayer Really Say:


Ah, the memories that find me now my hair is turning gray,
Drifting in like painted butterflies from paddocks far away;
Dripping dainty wings in fancy – and the pictures, fading fast,
Stand again in rose and purple in the album of the past.
There’s the old slab dwelling dreaming by the wistful, watchful trees,
Where the coolabahs are listening to the stories of the breeze;
There’s a homely welcome beaming from its big, bright friendly eyes,
With The Sugarloaf behind it blackened in against the skies;
There’s the same dear happy circle round the boree’s cheery blaze
With a little Irish mother telling tales of other days.
She had one sweet, holy custom which I never can forget,
And a gentle benediction crowns her memory for it yet;
I can see that little mother still and hear her as she pleads,
"Now it’s getting on to bed-time; all you childer get your beads."
There were no steel-bound conventions in that old slab dwelling free;
Only this – each night she lined us up to say the Rosary;
E’en the stranger there, who stayed the night upon his journey, knew
He must join the little circle, ay, and take his decade too.
I believe she darkly plotted, when a sinner hove in sight
Who was known to say no prayer at all, to make him stay the night.
Then we’d softly gather round her, and we’d speak in accents low,
And pray like Sainted Dominic so many years ago;
And the little Irish mother’s face was radiant, for she knew
That "where two or three are gathered" He is gathered with them too.
O’er the paters and the aves how her reverent head would bend!
How she’d kiss the cross devoutly when she counted to the end!
And the visitor would rise at once, and brush his knees – and then
He’d look very, very foolish as he took the boards again.
She had other prayers to keep him. They were long, long prayers in truth;
And we used to call them "Trimmin’s" in my disrespectful youth.
She would pray for kith and kin, and all the friends she’d ever known,
Yes, and everyone of us could boast a "trimmin"’ all his own.
She would pray for all our little needs, and every shade of care
That might darken o’er The Sugarloaf, she’d meet it with a prayer.
She would pray for this one’s "sore complaint," or that one’s "hurted hand,"
Or that someone else might make a deal and get "that bit of land";
Or that Dad might sell the cattle well, and seasons good might rule,
So that little John, the weakly one, might go away to school.
There were trimmin’s, too, that came and went; but ne’er she closed without
Adding one for something special "none of you must speak about."
Gentle was that little mother, and her wit would sparkle free,
But she’d murder him who looked around while at the Rosary:
And if perchance you lost your beads, disaster waited you,
For the only one she’d pardon was "himself" – because she knew
He was hopeless, and ‘twas sinful what excuses he’d invent,
So she let him have his fingers, and he cracked them as he went,
And, bedad, he wasn’t certain if he’d counted five or ten,
Yet he’d face the crisis bravely, and would start around again;
But she tallied all the decades, and she’d block him on the spot,
With a "Glory, Daddah, Glory!" and he’d "Glory" like a shot.
She would portion out the decades to the company at large;
But when she reached the trimmin’s she would put herself in charge;
And it oft was cause for wonder how she never once forgot,
But could keep them in their order till she went right through the lot.
For that little Irish mother’s prayers embraced the country wide;
If a neighbour met with trouble, or was taken ill, or died,
We could count upon a trimmin’ – till, in fact, it got that way
That the Rosary was but trimmin’s to the trimmin’s we would say.
Then "himself" would start keownrawning – for the public good, we thought -
"Sure you’ll have us here till mornin’. Yerra, cut them trimmin’s short!"
But she’d take him very gently, till he softened by degrees -
"Well, then, let us get it over. Come now, all hands to their knees."
So the little Irish mother kept her trimmin’s to the last,
Every growing as the shadows o’er the old selection passed;
And she lit our drab existence with her simple faith and love,
And I know the angels lingered near to bear her prayers above,
For her children trod the path she trod, nor did they later spurn
To impress her wholesome maxims on their children in their turn.
Ay, and every "sore complaint" came right, and every "hurted hand";
And we made a deal from time to time, and got "that bit of land";
And Dad did sell the cattle well; and little John, her pride,
Was he who said the Mass in black the morning that she died;
So her gentle spirit triumphed – for ‘twas this, without a doubt,
Was the very special trimmin’ that she kept so dark about.

. . . . .

But the years have crowded past us, and the fledglings all have flown,
And the nest beneath The Sugarloaf no longer is their own;
For a hand has written "finis" and the book is closed for good -
Here’s a stately red-tiled mansion where the old slab dwelling stood;
There the stranger has her "evenings," and the formal supper’s spread,
But I wonder has she "trimmin’s" now, or is the Rosary said?
Ah, those little Irish mothers passing from us one by one!
Who will write the noble story of the good that they have done?
All their children may be scattered, and their fortunes windwards hurled,
But the Trimmin’s on the Rosary will bless them round the world.

28 October 2009

I want a Joseph....

Was just reading posts on facebook and came across one that was interesting. As a single young catholic we are encouraged to discern our vocation our purpose in life and God's will...YAY... if only it was as easy as writing this post. I tell you now it is not. Anyway I am leaning towards my vocation being married life and all. There was a time I was scared it was religious life.. scared you ask? Thing is it was scary thinking about the commitment required, the sacrifice, the obstacles... but after some Theology of the Body I am actually OK with it. I have actually explored it and now I am at peace in that today I feel God's call to me to be a wife and mother, if tomorrow that call changes I will be happy with it and say servium for it will be God's will, I live to serve Him as best as I can in my current space and all to His greater glory.

so what does that have to do with me wanting a Joseph?  to get the right man whom i may marry and fulfil the vocation of marriage with, I have to know to recognise said right man, what the 'right man ' is. I don't believe that there is only ONE right man out there for me and that only by cosmic fate will we meet and have a grand life and 12 babies. I give God more credit than that. God knows the right man for me at any particular time and according to His will we will meet and marry, so any man ordained so by God will be right for me. So I ask "God, tell me of this man so when he finds me I will recognize him" and today I got an answer. A Joseph. No  I don't mean I have had a vision of him or anything, his name will not be necessarily be Joseph, although it is a strong and dependable name... I digress... but he will be a man with the characteristics of Joseph the husband of Mary.

By all means Mary should have been stoned to death, honestly a girl pregnant out of wedlock in those times was beyond the height of shame, hey these guys threw out their blind and lame for to them disability was an affliction of the highest order from God because of grave sin. Pregnancy out of wedlock meant adultery, adultery meant death. But did Joseph get her stoned? No he was agonizing on how to divorce Mary quietly so that she would be spared death. That is either a man in love or a 'just' man. How would getting her killed better the world? I see him as a man who was in despair wondering what to do and then the angel came to him.  Oh boy must he have been relieved but what strikes me more is he ran to obey the will of God. Mary was pregnant before he had gone to take her as his bride.. Betrothal was a binding marriage contract only broken by divorce... it was an unconsummated marriage if you will... so people probably speculated and frowned upon them for 'having gotten pregnant' before the final marriage bit, but he did not care. He obeyed God. He sought to protect Mary before she was fully his, he sought to protect her, he offered her kindness and love and cared for her and the baby... he was her defender. Even when they were to flee to Egypt after Jesus birth, he did so leaving country, family and friends. He sacrificed all. And later on to Nazareth as well... A man who listened to God to defend and protect his family. A most chaste spouse. One who reared Jesus in a holy family. Who taught his son the trade of being a carpenter, one who was worthy to be called father by Jesus.  A just man. A man who took his family to worship and followed the law. A man of faith, obedient to whatever God asked of him without knowing the outcome, a very godly man who had a great belief and trust in God.

Ahhh the stuff of romance novels is our Joseph :D

So yeah I want a Joseph, with a dash of Joshua, Jacob, Caleb thrown in for good measure. A mighty man of God. A just man... now I'm off to go try and be a Mary so Joseph can find me!

20 October 2009

angelic music...

So i finally had my harp lesson last week on thursday! went well if i should say so myself! And nya sayd the harp is an angelic instrum,ent so she may be keen to leanr and  du came to visit on saturday.. hadn't sen her in like forever and she loved the harp too!!! no my finger need to heal so i can practice more :D

i fell!!

on tarmac!!!! on the way to church! halfway thru the rosary!!! boo hoo and i broke my nail... u might think "so what 'tis only a nail"! but where it broke is the crux! halfway down the nail bed to the cuticle! I have exposed red bleeding oozing flesh. Felt feverish yesterday the whole day and my hay fever decided to make a revenge return... truly not a good day health wise!

14 October 2009

being christian.... a poem

Maya Angelou

'A woman's heart should be so hidden in Christ
That a man should have to seek Him first to find her.'

When I say.... 'I am a Christian' I'm not shouting 'I'm clean living,'
I'm whispering 'I was lost, Now I'm found and forgiven.'

When I say... 'I am a Christian' I don't speak of this with pride.
I'm confessing that I stumble and need Christ to be my guide.

When I say... 'I am a Christian' I'm not trying to be strong.
I'm professing that I'm weak and need His strength to carry on.

When I say. 'I am a Christian' I'm not bragging of success.
I'm admitting I have failed and need God to clean my mess.

When I say... 'I am a Christian' I'm not claiming to be perfect,
My flaws are far too visible, but God believes I am worth it.

When I say... 'I am a Christian' I still feel the sting of pain...
I have my share of heartaches, so I call upon His name.

When I say... 'I am a Christian' I'm not holier than thou,
I'm just a simple sinner Who received God's good grace, somehow!

Pretty is as Pretty does... But beautiful is just plain beautiful!

12 October 2009

simple woman 12 October

new entry in my simple woman day book :D visit and get the template from Peggy at Simple woman Interested?... check it out...

FOR TODAY 12 Oct 2009...
drizzly overcast summer weather... pretty warm though

I am thinking... that i am in a space... dont know what space that be.... but i am there.... in that space over there...

I am thankful for...biscuits! Biscuit King has the most divine cookies and biscuits in  any hemisphere!

From the kitchen... mmm donno yet am feeling pretty lazy

I am wearing... blue... as cameron said i look like a Blou Rokke ... well not but i do look classy if i say so myself, black heels, navy skirt, camisole with tiny blue polka dots and a light blue dress jacket with same pola dot material for edging, my hair pinned up, golden chain with cross and gold mini hoop earings :D

I am creating... music hopefully... need to get a tuner for the harp still have a a lesson on Thursday

I am going... nowhere slowly and that's all right!

I am reading... Centurions wife by David Bunn and Janette Oke, so far riveting!

I am hoping... to get my phone sorted out today, they gave me the wrong one!!!

I am hearing... nothing.. for now have praise music in my ears... Pocket Kings 3:15...

Around the house... we need couches

One of my favourite things...did i mention biscuits

A few plans for the rest of the week...Harp lessons!

Here is picture thought I am sharing... mm still to have a lesson... boo hoo

for man it is impossible...

I heard the 28th sundays readings four times this week. On Wednesday during Faith class, Saturday evening mass, Sunday morning and evening mass and it comes down to one thing... it is impossible for me to get to heaven alone, to reach my potential alone to minister to others alone... but through God, ALL THINGS ARE POSSIBLE!

from papa ben on the church

 "The reality that is the Church transcends any literary formulation of it. Of course, what she believes and lives can be, and is, contained in books. But it is not totally
assimilated by these books. On the contrary, the books fulfill their function as books only when they point to the community in which the word is to be found. This living community cannot be replaced or surpassed by historical exegesis; it is inherently superior to any book. By its very nature, the word of faith presupposes the community that lives it, that is bound to it and that adheres to it in its very power to bind mankind. Just as revelation transcends the limits of pure scientism of historical reason. In this sense, it can be said that the inner nature of faith justifies the Church's claim to be the primary interpreter of the word and that this claim cannot be abdicated in favor of enlightened reason without rendering questionable the very structure of faith as a possibility for mankind. Community of faith is the situs of understanding. It cannot be replaced by the science of history. "

5 October 2009

simple woman 05 October

new entry in my simple woman day book :D visit and get the template from Peggy at Simple woman Interested?... check it out...

FOR TODAY 05 Oct 2009...
rather overcast we have been having summer rain... now if it would also rain in zim that would be fab!

I am thinking... still of how I need to improve my relationship with God and have begun a daily rosary for a hubby... I know... it must be that time again I seem to go through this cycle... it matter then it doesn't matter.. if only my heart and mind would be consistent!

I am thankful for... family! nya is back from being a bridesmaid on Saturday and still thinking of the family I saw last week!

From the kitchen... tuna... I think I have had a tuna something or the other for 4 out of 7 days now... too lazy to cook much

I am wearing... brown! brown pants, brown stripped top, beige jersey, hiking socks, brown scrunchie

I am creating... music hopefully... need to get a tuner for the harp and a teacher :D

I am going... nowhere slowly and that's all right!

I am reading... was reading After All These Years by Sally John and finished it this morning! now for another!

I am hoping... that our contract phones are approved, that our credit rating goes up so we can get a loan for a car, and that plans to go home go smoothly ... no change there... still

I am hearing... Hillsong... in preparation for the battle of the band on Saturday I am immersing myself in the songs we are singing, practically 24/7

Around the house... we need couches

One of my favourite things...fudge bought some on Saturday then more at church and I have some in my lunch box... oh no...

A few plans for the rest of the week... girl guides starts on Friday! so we have to sort out the hut which will be the brownie hut and clean it out and put in furniture and buy stuff for craft and programme and prepare a programme and go for harp lesson on Wednesday aarrrggghhhh I haven't begun the programme stuff!!! Who would have thunk! me as Brown owl ha!

Here is picture thought I am sharing... I'm so excited about my harp! its a second hand lever harp but I love it... now to see if there is any retention from lessons I took way back when in 2005!

music is food for my soul

Sooo... I'm singing in the St. Johns youth band besides Holy Trinity Schola and I got my harp! YAY for me!!!All the music is so different, from practically contemporary Christian rock to Gregorian chant to classical... ahh good times... i really should have become a musician... then I wouldn't be weird just an eccentric artist... actually the eccentric would not even get mentioned, I'd just be an artiste! i have heard enough coconut and Anglophile comments to last me a lifetime.. and harp lessons may just prove expensive . So we have a concert, battle of the bands thing happening this coming Saturday... and practice last Saturday only reiterated what I already know... I'm a perfectionist and a performer... sigh.. well I'm laying low and will see what happens on Saturday.. reigning in me so I don't step on toes is a full time job!

oh precious!

this is soooo cute! and they say don't shelter them but put kids in real life ( read tempting) situations... no sirree i'm gonna keep mine away from temptation till they can stay away from the marshmallow!

I'm back! Home was a blast

Home was grand I had so much fun! saw gran, ma, del-del, evee, and everyone.... so the trip took  forever because the bus DIED, the Greyhound just started boiling and here we are in the middle of nowhere about 65km from Masvingo that means at least 4 hour till we get home and the BUS BREAKS DOWN. aaarrrgghhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!! only got home at about 23:30hrs after hitch-hiking in a truck because I had gotten tired of waiting! The bus's schedule was that it was to arrive in Harare after 12... that never happens but 3pm is a happy compromise right? HA did not happen, any way got home saw mom, went to bed woke up early to unpack all my gifts... such fun the sweets disappeared just like that! got into my new summer dress went and got my hair plaited; not the fiasco I had with the lady and guy who gave me chemical burn with the relaxer at Northgate grr. if it wasn't for my neighbour who lifted me out of the doldrums just by helping me with my groceries home and by just being her, i would have finished committing mass homicide in my head on all the hairdressers in that salon... I digress anyway my neighbour is gone, she moved before i could bake for her :( boo hoo she seemed so nice... the joys of apartment living... I digress again... so as I was getting my hair plaited we got to talking about marriage... funny how that topic seems to keep coming up and then the girl who was doing my nails wants to hook me up with her cousin of sorts so he comes in and wants to check me out... ooo if I was white I would have turned beet it was so embarrassing anyway he gives me his number, he is catholic, though a bit on the older side... and they make me leave mine behind.. wonder if he will call because I don't call guys....mmm

so went to my former workplace and saw former colleagues kinda cool, gave my aunts gifts I had gotten them. the next day my grandma and more aunts arrived it was grand, I seem top have matured a bit more in their esteem yay! and Gogo (gran) was ecstatic over her blanket and shoes and the doek (head scarf thing) which I got her!!! Saturday i spent mostly at home and went and dance stepsi.e the dance routines for the bridal party coz the grooms-men were absent for practice, went home and lazed with ma. Sunday got up went to church in my new African outfit... head covered of course and it was a blast meeting everyone, sang in the choir... ah how i miss Sonah sometimes... saw Taf in his 'deacon' clothes which my mom and half the neighbourhood think is satanic.. can't blame them he ain't a deacon and he wears black flowing robes... then he comes over to my house chats a bit and asks where I have been all his life..mmm.. and I go home prepare lunch and stuff for the mothers that's gogo and my mum and her sisters... drive over to my cousins place do the bride's maid and brides make-up change into my other new African attire drive like a maniac back home because my mom is freaking out for she baked the cake and it has to go to the venue and I have her car... get to the wedding and finishing putting on my contacts and shoe and make-up in the bathroom, go greet everyone and take photos for mom and dance steps which i learnt the day before because they were a grooms-man short! collect gifts and right them down, snap the band on my shoe go home with my feet killing me and give the shoes to del-del...  all in all a good weekend!

I did learn something though... the family you marry into matters!!!! 'nuf said!

21 September 2009

simple woman 21 Sept

new entry in my simple woman day book :D visit and get the template from Peggy at Simple woman Interested?... check it out...

FOR TODAY 21 Sept 2009...

Outside my window... azure skies.... it is actually nice and warm, not too hot at all :D

I am thinking... of how I need to improve my relationship with God, it has been slacking... and about my trip home for the wedding and how i'm going to collect my dress and go to oriental plaza and not miss my bus.. mmm

I am thankful for...books! just got one on Papa Ben from cameron yesterday looks to be an interesting read.

From the kitchen... healthy food, i have to get healthy again

I am wearing... balck and purple mottled collar shirt black pencil skirt, black heels

I am creating... nothing... well except for an assigment that is on hold and really should be worked on!

I am going... home! to zim! for a wedding! on Wednesday! can't wait... well i could wait forever for that bus trip but otherwise lifes good!

I am reading... The rise of Benedict XVI by John L Allen, just started on the preface and so far so good.

I am hoping... that our contract phones are approved, that our credit rating goes up so we can get a loan for a car, and that plans to go home go smoothly ... no change there

I am hearing... Maroon 5, The sun

Around the house... nix

One of my favourite things... quiz.. we had a quiz night last Friday at church including bingo and all... was rather good if I should say so.

A few plans for the rest of the week... doing my assignments and finishing packing and shopping for the trip home and going home and getting my hair and nails done and... AAAARRRGGGGHHH there ain't enough hours in the day!

Here is picture thought I am sharing... did i mention how much i hate travelling on taxi's? yes hate! i really would not mind if the taxi industry slowly fizzled out, not saying that i want the owners to suffer but as it stands right now it boarders on mafia!!!!

15 September 2009

simple woman 14 Sept

new entry in my simple woman day book :D visit and get the template from Peggy at Simple woman Interested?... check it out...

FOR TODAY 14 Sept 2009...

Outside my window... summer is here! we skipped Spring and it's HOT! that's Africa for you!

I am thinking... of how I need to improve my relationship with God, it has been slacking...

I am thankful for...priests! one got ordained yesterday and is giving his first Homily today at church hence the schola singing!

From the kitchen... healthy food, i have to get healthy again

I am wearing... white shirt black pencil skirt, black heels and a black jacket for later... if it cools down! 'tis schola attire

I am creating... nothing.. am supposed to add tabs to my blog... mmm

I am going... to mass this evening! it's the feast of the Cross today! and the schola is singing and i am getting better :D

I am reading... Ruby by Lauraine Snelling.. and finished it at work! bad girl.. fazel then gave me The Last lecture by Randy Pausch.. mmm.

I am hoping... that our contract phones are approved, that our credit rating goes up so we can get a loan for a car, and that plans to go home go smoothly

I am hearing... vexila regis prodeunt... that's what lots of practices does

Around the house... nix

One of my favourite things... pen and paper.. i love writing

A few plans for the rest of the week... studying doing my assignments and adding tabs to my blog and recapturing the essence of my relationship with God

Here is picture thought I am sharing... mass today!

the new me?

I don't know how much of this is really new, I mean this is stuff that has always been in me but is being shown more expressly. I have always wanted to write but this is becoming more of a insistent longing in my heart, I've always wanted to follow the churches precepts but it has become more clear and somewhat easier of late...case in point on modesty... I no longer wear clothes willy nilly, I first ask myself is it appropriate, modest, will it lead another to sin etc. and although I have slacked a bit I want to veil in church at least and this quote from "The Mystery of Femininity" (from Women and the Priesthood, p. 65) by Alice von Hildebrand:

". . .It is not by accident that women traditionally wore a veil, and that, up to Vatican II, they wore veils in Catholic churches. This custom was deeply symbolic, and alas this symbolism is now lost. Under the influence of feminism, many Catholics were led to believe that veiling indicated some sort of inferiority, and for this reason it was abolished. This interpretation rests on a misunderstanding. Far from indicating inferiority, the veil points to sacredness. While we do cover what is ugly or decaying, we also veil what is sacred, mysterious and sublime. When Moses came down from Mount Sinai, he covered his face to hide the glow that was apparent because God had deigned to speak with him: Moses' body reflected the depth and mystery of his experience. Every woman caries within herself a secret most sacred, mysterious and sublime. This secret is life. . . .In the mystery of the female body, human life finds its beginning . . .There God creates a new soul which is exclusively his work, and in which neither father nor mother has a part. . . .at that very moment a closeness exists between divine action and the female body which marks the latter as sacred ground..."

This just reiterates what I have been learning from Theology of the body and NFP, that i am sacred, holy and my femininity sets me apart and is holy and sacred, all fro God's glory!
I love discovering writing that seems to get to the core of my own longings and desires. It is as if I am meeting a long lost favourite family member with whom i shared childhood secrets and they are reminding me of them. It tells me I am not alone in life's journey and each day is a day to discover more kin in spirit! how awesome is that!

7 September 2009

seek and you shall find.....

so i came across this you tube video which shows what i am constantly doing... seeking more how to be in touch with God and for techie buffs its apt!he he he LOL pretty cool i thought!

1 September 2009

happy birthday to me!

I had a fabulous birthday! Thank you Lord for all the years you have added to my life! I have been abundantly blessed, the almighty has done great things for me! and Holy is His name!
Also learnt of a new Saint on my bday!...
over 50 fb bday msgs! didn't go to work - taxi strike, got new music from dass! and cake of course!

St. Raymond Nonnatus
Feastday: August 31

Raymond was born at Portella, Catalonia, Spain. He was delivered by caesarean operation when his mother died in childbirth. Hence his name non natus (not born). He joined the Mercedarians under St. Peter Nolasco at Barcelona. He succeeded Peter as chief ransomer and went to Algeria to ransom slaves. He remained as hostage for several slaves when his money ran out and was sentenced to be impaled when the governor learned that he had converted several Mohammedans. He escaped the death sentence because of the ransom he would bring, but was forced to run the gauntlet. He was then tortured for continuing his evangelizing activities but was ransomed eight months later by Peter Nolasco. On his return to Barcelona in 1239, he was appointed Cardinal by Pope Gregory IX, but died at Cardona a short distance from Barcelona the next year while on the way to Rome. He was canonized in 1657. He is the patron saint of expectant mothers and midwives because of the nature of his own birth. Although his mother died in labor, Raymond miraculously survived the ordeal. His feast day is August 31. (got from http://www.catholic.org/saints/saint.php?saint_id=314 )

video about being catholic

which i totally loved!

24 August 2009

when i get married...

...besides a having a blue and ivory wedding... and after i have kids.... i want a house with a schoolroom. Why? coz i intend on homeschooling... it's always been on my mind but i get more and more convicted of it. the reasons are too wide and varied bit i come closer and closer to the fact that this is what i want... and not just to be counter culture of course... although that is always an advantage with me :D

11 August 2009

my duty

wow this post by carrien as well as jen's post which she refers to just speak to me.. on every level... now to internalise and for it to translate to change in the way i act or react... like actually doing my work, the stuff i'm supposed to do first before the stuff i enjoy, which can be done whenever ... i.e. blogging etc...

food glorious food! Hyderabadi mutton biryani!

wow! had a fantab weekend and fantab weekends have fantab food to go with them!! 'twas a long weekend here with Women's day and it was a very good long weekend at that! had catechism formation on Saturday morning and lamb biryani for dinner! yum yum I didn't have time to make my own masala or measure spices and the like so what i did was use a biryani prepack, u know measured and mixed spices in 5 separate sachets and you use them at the appropriate time etc., used real ginger garlic paste a and real saffron... again divine just thinking about that saffron scent... such a wonderful, beautiful scent i thought nothing beat cinnamon in the kitchen but that saffron... makes sense why they use it in perfumes!

so below is the modified recipe i used.. as i said modified as i actually didn't hav the recipe in front of me so i did what i remembered from various vids on youtube.... i've embedded what I think the most perfect biryani cooking is... it's from vahchef @ vahrehvah.com.. he is fabulous!

the making of it was a family affair.... with me kinda conducting so continuous stirring was done by one whilst another chopped and the like. so here is an account with what people i.e. ven, tend, mo and fa did :D

fa and mo concentrated on making the equally fabulous fabulous sauce we had on the side... lots of mushrooms yum yum! reminds me of girl guides grace... Thank you for the food we eat yum yum...

· 3 – 4 cups. basmati rice

· salt

· lots of water for the rice

· whatever herbs or spices you want to flavor your rice, like mint, cardamom etc

For the Meat:

· 1.5 kg. lamb or mutton leg/shoulder cut into bite size pieces, washed and drained

· 4-5 tbs. oil or ghee

· 3 large potatoes peeled and cubed

· 3 large onions, peeled and thinly sliced

· 2 tablespoons ginger garlic paste

· 4 large cardamoms*,

· 6 green cardamoms*

· 2 inch piece of cinnamon*

· 4 bay leaves*

· 8-10 black pepper corns*

· 6-8 cloves*

· 2- 2 1/2 tsp. salt (adjust to taste)

· 1/2 tsp. chilli powder (adjust to taste)

· 1/2 cup thick yoghurt

· 2 large tomatoes, chopped

· 1 bunch of coriander leaves, chopped (didn’t have any)

· 1 small bunch of mint leaves, chopped (didn’t have any)

· A few strands of saffron soaked in ¼ cup of hot water

(*All my spices were measured for me as I used the pre-pack sachets I bought)


First I marinated my lamb in half the yogurt and half the spices and salt for a couple of hours

ven thinly sliced the onions and tend fried them in some oil until quite dark brown.

I then added all whole spices (*cloves, cardamoms, cinnamon, black peppers, bay leaves),

I added the ginger and garlic paste and fried for a couple of minutes

I then added the meat pieces, salt, chilli powder.

tend stir fried until meat is nicely browned on all sides. Then I added my potato cubes in.

I added the rest of the yoghurt, fa chopped the tomatoes and added them in, (mint and coriander would have been great… but I didn’t have any)Then tend continued stirring frequently, until meat was half done and the gravy made by the yoghurt had reduced.

fa boiled the water for the rice, and I added a bit of cardamom (mint and coriander would have been great here too… still didn’t have any)

we added rice to the water and boiled it briskly for 5-7 min, with lid off, until half done (feels a bit grainy when squashed between fingers)

I drained the water off in a large sieve and poured cold water over it to stop it cooking

I then put all the meat in a large thick based pot with a tight lid. Then I layered the rice on top of the meat in the pot.

I drizzled my saffron water on top as well as some leftover spices a bit of masala. The saffron smelled divine!!!

I dotted a bit of butter on top of the rice

I then covered the pot with a tight lid. And on a very low stove top cooked for about 30 min

I served it with a mix of sour cream and yoghurt with basil and oregano in it and lemon juice… I know a bit odd but it went down well!

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