Thank God It’s Friday: What We Crave When At Home! 

  

This Friday finds me in the cosiness of my own home, surrounded by all the familiar things that I love so much! It feels almost surreal: Wednesday Adam and I were in Morocco, Thursday we were in Frankfurt, Germany; and Friday here we are at home in my beloved Bahrain! So yeah Welcome home Adam!! 

One of the things that we missed so much, Adam and I, is our favourite breakfast: Pancakes! Which of course I had to make this morning, because yeah, we can’t be home and not have pancakes and Dada’s homemade jam for breakfast (yum)!! So I decided to share my recipe with you all! 

You will need: 

125g Flour

25g Sugar

1 teaspoon Baking powder

A pinch of salt

1 egg 

125ml milk

1 tablespoon of butter 

Combine the flour, sugar, baking powder and salt, then add the milk, egg and butter. Mix everything together until you get a smooth batter.

Grease a nonstick pan with cooking spray or a little vegetable oil. Heat the pan for few minutes. Pour the batter to form pancakes of whatever size you like. Cook first side until bubbles form on top, about three minutes; then flip and cook other side until it is brown, about two minutes. 

Bon Appetit! 

Ouiam 

Morocco, Oujda….. And We Meet Again! 

  

In my old room, in the home where i spent my childhood! Here i am again. With my son wandering around, the way i once did! Touching things i once touched! Living the life i once lived! And it feels absolutely delightful! 

Coming home has become a luxury i only offer my self once or twice a year. First, because it is so far and extremely tiring! It takes me about 24hrs from the time i leave my current home, till the time i reach my old home! Second, because now i have a baby and you try making this trip with an active, full of energy little boy like mine lol! However, once home, i forget the pain of the trip and get lost in the opulent comfort of being home, surrounded by the dearest people to my heart! Although we grow and evolve and change in so many ways, being home, somehow always makes us go back in time, to all the little happy moments, or the not so happy ones! Being home enables us to bring the child within us, without a glimpse of shame! 
I once heard that half the feeling of home is usually a person! And this is profoundly true! Home to me is my parents, my sister and her family, my cousins and my aunts and uncles! When i dream about coming home, i let my mind wander into all those little tea parties, we usually have, where everyone is talking to everyone- yes at the same time- yet we all have the magical power to understand, follow and even reply at the same time! This always fascinated me! And i crave it whenever i am away from home. I equally crave all the goodies prepared by all the beautiful ladies in my family lol! When i think of home, I fly to the mornings we spend talking over tea, just to be pleasantly interrupted by a neighbour who simply wants to say hi! Knocking on other people’s doors for no reason other than saying hello, is how i was brought up! And that is what i greatly miss in my life right now! The simplicity of life that we once had, yet lost in the craziness and busyness of life, is what i mourn! So when i come home, i try to recharge my soul, i try to soak up every minute and every beautiful, meaningful moment. 
One of life’s greatest pleasures, is being among people who truly deeply love you, no matter who you are, what you do or say, what you think or wear, what you have or don’t have, what you believe in or what you don’t! My family has been and will always be, my strength and my weakness! So for the next three weeks, I will let my self savor the time spent in my my hometown, with the people i love the most, i will also write a lot and post a lot of pictures so stick around ;)! 
Ouiam