Five sentence fiction:Breakfast

Lillie McFerrin Writes

It was a school day, Penny woke up late, she was about to rush to school, her mom stopped her.

“No, Penny,” Mom said, “you must not skip the first meal of the day.”

Reluctantly she came back and sat in the kitchen, hurry mom she said, “just pour a glass of milk, I’ll be okay.”

Mom ignored her request, she toasted two slices of bread, fried an egg, and poured a small glass of orange juice, “start eating, think about nothing but the food in front of you, at this moment your concentration should be on your breakfast, do not lose this precious time thinking about school.”

Penny was astonished to hear how her mom was speaking,she never told her to concentrate on eating her food before, she must have read a book with a title which says,”Concentrate,” how strange she thought and started eating.

 

Daily Prompt: You’re a Mean One Mr. Grinch

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What is your least favorite personal quality in others? Extra points for sharing your least favorite personal quality in yourself.

I dislike discrimination, even if my best friend treats someone differently, I won’t hesitate to let her know. I had the unfortunate experience of facing it a number of times.

It is not a quality anyone should be proud of. It changes human’s personality, this behavior shows up in one’s face. Imagine this face one spends so much time and effort to look good cannot look pleasant, because one’s internal feeling takes over and this very face turns ugly.

Sometimes in our lives we become mean like Mr. Grinch. I am no exception, when someone hurts my feelings I tend to remember it and find it difficult to forgive them ever. I know it’s a terrible habit.

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Daily Prompt: Que Sera Sera

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Do you believe in fate or do you believe you can control your destiny?

The prompt today, reminds me  of my favorite song, Que Sera Sera, whatever will be will be.

When I was a little girl I never asked my mother what will I be. I knew nothing about fate or destiny. I was living each day to the fullest, I played with my siblings, I watched my mother cook, sometimes imitated her. Then I’d sit on the grass beside my Dad’s easy chair and talk to him for hours, of course this was after school and my Dad was back from work.

Then one morning at about ten AM . I heard a loud scream coming from Dad’s bedroom. We were playing i.e  we the young ones. We stopped and rushed to  Dad’s bedroom. There to my utmost horror I found my mother crying and my Dad was dying.

In one hour everything changed, we were crying , we had no idea our Dad had left us for good. Within six months we moved out of our precious home to go to an unknown place, it was my parents original homeland. There was no home waiting for us, my elder brother made arrangements to go to our maternal grandparents home in the village, until he could buy one in the small town nearby.

After six months my brother found a house for sale and bought it. If I were to guess what all this was called, I’d say it was our fate. We couldn’t control our Dad’s death, it would happen, it is here that God takes the reins in His hands. My Dad’s time was up, we couldn’t implore God to give us more time, His decree was final.

Sadly we understood,no one can change fate. It took us a long time, but we learned to accept it, and how cruel it is.

Destiny however was a challenge, I was twelve, with Dad’s passing there was no income, although  Dad was an Assistant Secretary in the Ministry Of Defense, his family was denied pension, their argument was, he died before  he was fifty-five years old, hence his family was ineligible for pension.

My Dad had provident fund where he had some money and life insurance. It probably was sufficient for us to live on for a while. Here my brother played with destiny and almost lost all of it by trying to invest in a business.

We realized soon enough we can change our destiny if we seriously studied and got a good education. Most of us siblings did that , accomplished our goal, except the two black sheep in the family, they had no desire to change.

I believe it’s possible to change our destiny if we put in the effort. I studied, got an education which helped me  get a job. Had I done the  opposite, I wouldn’t be doing this prompt today but struggling to survive!

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Sunday’s feature: From Ranu’s kitchen, famous Bangladeshi dessert, Ras gulla blogging 101

IMG_1032Today I’m posting our famous dessert recipe and a photograph taken by me. I’m not a seasoned photographer, therefore there will be flaws for which I apologize. I have not practiced enough to make it perfect, sorry.

Recipe for Rasgulla(cheese balls in syrup):

Ingredients:

  1. Whole milk- 2 litres
  2. fresh lemon- 3 squeeze to get the juice , set it aside
  3. plain white flour- 2 tablespoons
  4. soft butter-2 tablespoon
  5. Method:
  6. pour the milk in a round pot with a lid(the lid will be useful later)do not cover, slowly bring the milk to a boil, when it comes to full boil, pour the juice of the three lemons, wait for a few minutes until the milk curdles and cheese is formed. Use cheesecloth to drain the water. When the water is drained completely, squeeze the cloth to make sure all of the water is drained and the cheese is lukewarm. Take the cheese  out of the cheese cloth and put it into a bowl large enough to be able to knead. Add butter and the tablespoons of flour. Mix it in the cheese and knead it. when the cheese is smooth and doesn’t crack, when you try to make into little balls, it is ready. It makes about eighteen balls.
  7. Syrup ingredients:
  8. Water- 6 measuring cups
  9. sugar- three measuring cups
  10. Use the same pot to make syrup, wash the pot thoroughly , pour the water and sugar and place it on the stove top, turn on the heat to medium, when the sugar dissolves turn up the heat to full boil, when the syrup is slightly sticky,put about nine cheese balls to avoid them from rubbing each other, otherwise the balls would break. Cover the boiling cheese balls in syrup at  high heat for five minutes. Turn the heat slightly, continue boiling for ten minutes this time, after fifteen minutes, turn down the heat to medium and leave the cheese balls for twenty minutes more in the syrup. The last  ten minutes turn the heat to simmer. While cooking you must make sure the syrup is not too thick, if it is have some plain boiled water and add it gently. Do not put too much.
  11. After forty five minutes take the cheese balls out gently. At this stage they are very soft, it’s a good idea to wait about five minutes, and then take them out one at a time and place them in a serving bowl, save the  the syrup for the next batch.
  12. Repeat the same method for the remaining cheese balls, when all eighteen are cooked put them in the same serving bowl and pour the remaining syrup over the cheese balls.
  13. Enjoy!
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Tagore song:Singer Hemant Kumar, posted and translated by Ranu

আমি কান পেতে রই ও আমার আপন হৃদয়গহন-দ্বারে বারে বারে
কোন্ গোপনবাসীর কান্নাহাসির গোপন কথা শুনিবারে- বারে বারে ।।
ভ্রমর সেথা হয় বিবাগি নিভৃত নীল পদ্ম লাগি রে,
কোন্ রাতের পাখি গায় একাকী সঙ্গীবিহীন অন্ধকারে বারে বারে ।।
কে সে মোর কেই বা জানে, কিছু তার দেখি আভা ।।
কিছু পাই অনুমানে,কিছু তার বুঝি না বা ।
মাঝে মাঝে তার বারতা আমার ভাষায় পায় কি কথা রে,
ও সে আমায় জানি পাঠায় বাণী গানের তানে লুকিয়ে তারে বারে বারে ।

Deep down in my heart

I hear the secret sobbing and laughter

Of someone in their unknown dwelling

repeatedly

Where the bumblebee quietly

Hides in the lotus flower

Where some night bird sings

Alone in the dark

I know not how I am related to her

I see some of her glow

Partly by guessing

Occasionally I attempt

to understand her message

Which comes to me

Secretly in the form of a musical note!

 

 

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Daily Prompt: That Stings

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Franz Kafka said, we ought to read only books that bite and sting us.” What’s the last thing you read that bit and stung you?

The book I’m reading now is, ‘The Miracle of Mindfulness’, on my trip to Montreal , I rented an apartment from a local French landlord. I noticed his shelf was full of French books, but there were only a few English ones. I picked up one and was fascinated by the title.

I opened the book, the title of the first chapter was, The Essential Discipline, I wanted to find out what he meant by it. I started reading, it was interesting and I continued reading, I noticed on the third page there was a  line ,Washing the dishes to wash the dishes. What does he mean by this I questioned myself, I read on to find the answer. I know I wash dishes morning,noon and night and in-between,I never came across this phrase, ‘Washing the dishes to wash the dishes.’

My curiosity was at its height, I must find out the meaning I thought. On the last paragraph the author explained what he meant by that phrase,he says, “while washing the dishes one should only be washing the dishes one should be completely aware of the fact that one is washing the dishes.At first glance ,that might seem a little silly: Why put so much stress on a simple thing? But that’s precisely the point. The fact that I am standing there and washing these bowls is a wondrous reality. I’m being completely myself,following my breath,conscious of my presence, and conscious of my thoughts and actions.There’s no way I can be tossed around mindlessly like a bottle slapped here and there on the waves.”

I was impressed I decided immediately I must have the book. I went out to Indigo book store, inquired about the book, the lady at the store told me she had two copies, I rushed upstairs, there was only one, I grabbed the book paid for it and came home. I have it now, it’s one  I think should not be read at once. There are a lot of things in it and very valuable.

I’d say this one bit and stung me. It’s worth every penny I spent to get it! 🙂

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Daily Prompt: Green-Eyed Monster

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Tell us the last time you were really truly jealous of someone.Did you act on it ?Did it hurt your relationship?

I grew up in a large family, we the siblings always enjoyed each other’s company. We never had any bad blood amongst us. Our parents treated us the same.There was no favoritism, my Dad gave a little more attention to our youngest brother, so did my mom. We didn’t think anything of it. To us he is the youngest so it’s normal to get attention from the parents.

When I was in college there was a classmate of mine, for some reason she was extremely jealous of me. I found out from my friends, she wanted to do better than me in every exam,but failed to do so. I did not have any bad relationship with her because of it. I avoided confrontation.

I had a good friend in the university. She was from a very wealthy family, it made no difference to me, we were friends, money never came between our relationship.

My mom taught us not to be jealous of each other or anyone else. We grew up quite normal. We were happy, we made fun of each other when we played board games. We had no ill-feelings.

I cannot remember being jealous at any time of my life. I know for a fact jealousy destroys ones personality. I do not think it is worth it.

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Daily Prompt: Red Pill,Blue Pill

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If you could get all the nutrition in a day with a pill… no worrying about what to eat, no food preparation— would you do it?

The kind of joy I feel preparing food I eat, the spices I use, the different recipes I choose is the reason I will never replace preparing and cooking food, with a pill, be it red or blue.

Each day brings about a new way of eating the same meat, fish, and vegetables. Some days I like to spice up my meat, chicken or even simple vegetables, to change my taste for food. A pill cannot do that,it sounds boring .

Yesterday I prepared lentil soup, I used two kinds of lentils, onions, spices , oil and salt, I even used tomatoes as one of the ingredients to see if it tastes better with or without it. I’m always changing my recipe so it’s not the same recipe day in and day out. I consider it my privilege. If I settle for pills, I’d swallow one in the morning,one in the afternoon and one for dinner. And my total calories are taken care of, or are they?

Then there are these shops where they sell fruits and vegetables, what will happen to them, they will be out of jobs or business.

The only people who will be working would be the pharmacists and scientists. I wouldn’t put so much faith in them. I like to be free,  independent and not dependent on these experts. It’s bad enough they prepare our health pills, which after a certain period is declared  unsafe. What happens when the Red and Blue pills meet the same fate?

I do not think I can risk my health just because I’d be able to sit around and have hours of leisure,it does not appeal to me! 😦

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Friday Food Feature – August 21, 2015 blogging 101

Recipe for lentil soup:

Ingredients:

1. red lentil–(masoor daal) 1 cup

2.yellow lentil(moong daal) 1 cup

3. onion – 1 medium(finely sliced)

4.cayenne pepper- 1/2 teaspoon

5.salt to taste

6.curry powder- 2 teaspoon

7. garlic powder-1/2 teaspoon

8. ginger powder– 1/2 teaspoon

9. olive oil– 3 tablespoon

10. tomatoes- three whole tomatoes diced

Method:

wash the lentils thoroughly, until the water is clear, put aside. Heat the oil in the pot, add onions, fry until the sliced onion pieces are slightly brown. Do not burn it. Add all the spices including the salt, fry for one minute. Add the washed lentils with the water and the diced tomatoes, let it boil for five minutes, turn the heat low to simmer. When the grains of the lentil mixes with the water and looks like a paste, the lentil soup is done taste for salt if it is salty enough, take it off the stove.

Lentil soup can be served as soup or eaten with plain boiled rice as we do in Bangladesh. They are also eaten with chapatis( Tortillas) in Punjab. Lentil is considered a poor man’s protein.

Lentil soup

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