Where to start?

Well, its been a while since I've blogged, but that is usually the case when I write. New York is in the middle of winter while the rest of the country is preparing for spring, or actually experiencing it, like my family in Houston. It sucks, but it gives me more reason to make the trip back to Texas.

I will be attending a wedding while in Houston, a good college friend of mine is getting married, nice to see that people are moving on with their lives. I am so eager to see other people that I love move on as well, but as we all know marriage can be scary and is a huge decision and cannot be rushed, and somehow, rishtha aunties seem to forget that these days.

Anyway.....

I was at Starbucks the other day, getting my honey latte, which is great, by the way, while this woman with twin girls, around the age of one and another four year old girl (her daughters), was waiting with a double stroller for her coffee. Anyway, she stormed out after a while and came then started yelling from the door to speak to a manager. She said she had been waiting for 15 minutes with her 3 children in their coats and was still not able to get the drink she ordered. The manager asked her to come in ranting and raving, and one of her babies was continuously crying. I thought to myself: why is your coffee so important. Obviously your children are uncomfortable, one is really upset, you are in a rush to get somewhere, and you HAVE to have your coffee. I don't understand why people can't let things go for the sake of their kids. I know it must be hard with three, more reason to let the little things go and focus on what needs to be done. There have been many instances in which I want to stay a little after work and shop b/c there a sale at Macy's or get my nails done, but that just means less time with Iman when I get home. I guess that why being a good mom is such big deal, b/c it entails sacrifice and putting your kids first.
Anyway, that whole incident just really irritated me...I had to vent.

What else? Lately I have been craving biryani like crazy, sadly, New York or New Jersey does not have good desi food, at least when compared to Houston. Sometimes I wish I was able to cook more stuff, I am so bored with the same dishes over and over again. My mom always wants to teach me when I go back to Houston, but I seem to never have the time. Karahi gosht and chicken curry are getting old and tired.

Well, this is it for now, promise to write sooner...but I always do.

Samia