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The Case of Potatoes

For the past several weeks of my 2in1 period of life with nr.2 addition to the family I seem to be rather craving one basic (Czech) nutritive – potatoes. Usually boiled, but in any case, I need them. I like rice, don’t get me wrong, but seriously, the amount of rice consumed in Kuwait is just way too much! I was born and raised in a potato country and as such I believe irreversibly in the power of a raw potato (good for your bones, my grandma used to say. True, she used to say fresh yeast is good for skin too – which probably is considering the heaps of vit. B contained in it – but my joy of eating that was much, much less visible.), and I believe that potatoes contain a lot of vitamins and minerals and generally stuff your average mid-European body needs for it’s survival and hence my insane craving for them in the third trimester is actually easily explainable – back to the roots, back to the healthy body with true balanced diet!
Well, whatever it is forcing me to eat ‘tatoes; Abbas maybe, considering how skillfully he made me eat a bunch of steaks – and still want them – although I am normally red-meat non-eater; today’s lunch for me is decided.
Škubánky!
[pr.:shkoobahnkee] (Or you prefer to call it kucmouch? [pr.:cootsmokh])


It’s a sort of potato boiled balls with flour mashed together and that ripped apart with a spoon dipped in butter (or lard), served with whatever you prefer – sweet with powder sugar and ground poppy seeds and a spoon of butter over it, or a certain kind of hard quark (curd) which I reckon I can’t really describe unless you are raised in Czech, or salty variant with salt and pickles, or bacon – in which case you can also dry/lard fry the potato mash.
It’s rather versatile and very cheap when it comes to materials needed for cooking – just butter, potatoes, flour, water and something to add as finishing as mentioned above, and it’s a traditional Czech meal, which I believe was also widely sported during both WWs in my country – or so said both of my grandmothers.
I believe my Kuwaiti (read: harees, yareesh, maraaq and machboos raised husband) will once again wonder what’s so wrong with his wife, that she cooks something which looks so stomach unfriendly and weird – but hey, not as if harees looks delicious on the first glance!


PS.: If you fancy yourself a try:
You will need:
potatoes (enough to satisfy desired portion, around 1kg for 4-5 people),
wheat flour (the finer it is, the worse, so generally use roughly grained one, around 10 spoons for 750g of ‘tatoes),
some butter or lard to melt and dip your spoon in,
water (duuh!)
and for the sweet and most known type – powder sugar, ground poppy seeds, and some of that melted butter.

Peel the potatoes, cut them (it can be in half, it can be into bigger pieces), pour enough water onto them so they’re under the level of it, add about a small teaspoon of salt (really, that’s up to you and the salt you use) and put it to boil. When almost done, pour away (but don’t throw!) the water. Take the flour and powder your potatoes in a pot with them, shake well so it gets in and around – you can also make holes in the potato filled pot with a wooden spoon turned upside down to make sure the flour gets nicely in. Pour a little of the water you stored away back (150ml? Same amount of spoons as flour? Opinions differ,) and cover it with lid, and on very low flame let the flour get steamed for around 20 minutes.
You should be able to mix it with wooden spoon (or optionally mash with the potato gadget kitchenware) into a quite smooth, not-much-sticky mass (if it is too sticky, you might’ve used too fine flour, or might just wanna steam away a little bit more of the humidity). You than take your spoon and dip it into freshly melted butter and cut away with it chunks of that potato matter on your dish. The butter is what makes sure you don’t get it stuck on spoon. After that feel free to serve with few spoons of ground poppy seeds and sugar and a spoon of butter poured over it, or in any other earlier mentioned variant – your fantasy is your playground.
You can also dry fry the stuff or some folks use lard to fry on, and serve it afterwards.
And if it didn’t come out as you expected? Well, it’s cheap, you can try again or throw that idea out of the window completely.

Mobile Pics of Czech

I’ve finally managed to download some pictures off my BlackBerry, some from the past quarter a year, that is – mainly from Czech Rep. They’re of a completely horrid quality, but I’ve decided to slap them here anyways, since they’ve got certain “documentary” value, for me at least. Don’t blame the photographer, blame the BlackBerry!



Prague paper fetching Keep on reading…

Tripping

Yay! Finally we’ve managed to get the tickets for our trip back booked and inshallah by tomorrow at this hour I’ll be boarding a Emirati plane to Kuwait at Dubai airport.
emarati airlines
The same flight as always, long and exhausting trip counting over 12 hours and even more, but after soooo long I will be able to hug my husband again. I really dislike the idea of having to sit on the mid row with two other poeple, especially on the longer flight, but at least we’re moving now. Let’s hope it won’t be anyone un-behaved, stinky or drunk, as it happens so often.
Wish us the best, please, and a safe trip.
See y’all in Kuwait!

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Stuck Waiting

Days flow like a sand through my fingers, all same, a copy & paste of each other now – Ramadan always changes the whole tempo of life, but being in Czech and alone changed it a lot. Well; it’s my first fasting in Czech Republic and besides the fact that I’ll probably eat a cow at once when I come back home (no halal meat nearby at this forgotten place), the summer days here are pretty long, understand, the light period of a day is damn long and thirsty; and yes, indeed I’m not physically alone, since I’m with my parents and sometimes with my bro and his GF here as well (who smirk very childishly at any mention of Muslim, Islam, or fasting – gosh, who of the sane mind would ever starve and thirst himself just to prove something as mere as self-discipline, and for so silly reasons such as the love of God! – but hey, I’m getting used to it again, the omnipresent misunderstanding and misconception of what I do believe in, not quite mentioning the fact that who believes in any kind of God or Greater Power in this country is deemed as completely nuts and weak. Dooh.).
So I’ve set my mind and body on sleeping late, getting up late, not biting my daughter in her butt when she’s innocently stuffing a doughnut under my nose throughout the course of the day, not swearing (hard sometimes!, I’m quite a bad mouth), and trying to invent telepathy or even better teleportation. One is obvious, second to put an annoying thought in the head of any officer handing our papers at the very moment, and that being that they’ve got to be done as soon as possible, yesterday was too late. Doesn’t work, so far, needless to say.


I’m waiting, waiting and waiting, for someone to finish it off already and let us back, because I miss my spouse so much it’s unbelievable, so much that my heart physically hurts when I think of how far apart we are and how long I didn’t put my ear on his chest and listen to his heartbeat.
Kiddo misses her daddy as well but due to the fact that she’s surrounded by rather new (to her) forests, meadows, rivers and inland summer and her loving grandparents, she’s not usually as sad and blue as I am. Which is good, ‘coz two depressed chicks would be rather a lot to take on.
So I fast alone and long after the closeness of my beloved one – yes, even now after years of marriage I’m still crazy in love and I can say I love him more and deeper than ever before – and hope that our jinnie took her holidays and I can see my obsidian-eyed, ebony-haired and kind-hearted husband before Eid Al-Fitr comes…

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A Trip Here and There

It’s been almost two months we’ve been in Czech – take few days off and the stamp date in my passport from an immigration officer will match the day of the month soon.
Although it might seem like it, we’re not just sitting here waiting for the rain to end (which is rather often, I have to say), but Dori’s getting quite adventurous with her grandpa taking bike trips around the town and woods, even secretly going to a lake to play with water – that of course is happening against my wish and will, because as an overprotective mother I’m so much concerned about her ear if she tried to swim, and about her womanly parts as well, considering grandpa doesn’t think swim suit is necessary for kids and sitting on a stone in the dirty lake water with leeches is all right.
Besides her secret adventures like that, me and my mum do take her around too. Dori was so excited to go by train with us – we’ve got a rare one here, so it’s fun – and then to a castle where princesses used to live. She was rather disappointed when she found out the “used to” part as she was clearly hoping to see a princess for real, and big paintings just weren’t the right thing; although we adults can imagine a lot of things going on in the beautiful rooms filled with historical furniture, scripture, books and even every day mundanities, my child just really wanted to see the princess – and get it over with.
We enjoyed a nice lunch in a nearby restaurant as well and got completely overeaten by a very simple but delicious meal, and I bought myself a new handmade bag (there’s a shop in that town which for years already sells unique hand-crafted things, from mugs to toys and bags and clothing – every single piece is original, unique and completely hand made, awesome things, really; also the prices kind of reflect that) with about 3x more space than my previous one. It was from the same shop I always buy my bags, but since the kiddo grew up from the last visit, the amount of things I grab and carry around with me grew as well – plasters, napkins, disinfection for hands, lipbomb and a lot of other emergency tools, and of course the fact I can completely sink in my Pentax and a 700-pages-long book is a big plus. Although… I found out it has its negatives as well, and when you really, really need to find something small very quickly, it will always get completely swallowed up by the depths of the giant purse. Such as your passport when an embassy guard requests it. Oops…



It’s mainly me who travelled in the past days however, with Dori staying back at the town with her grandma while me and my father were en route to Prague or Jihlava or Pelhrimov, trying to get the paperwork done and solved – for real already. During one day we managed to walk by feet 16km of pavement and roads within the Old town of Prague and Letna, up and down and straight or not; I have to say that the castle stairs are real deal when it’s humid and hot outside and you’re a hijabi not particularly in form. I swear I sweated down at least three kilograms in that climb. No worries, I put them back up at home with a huge chocolate treat!
Alhamdulilah after so many weeks of obstacles and problems popping up one by one trying to make our life miserable, and surprising cooperation of a person whom I didn’t expect to do so, we managed to get it over with – be it by sheer stubbornness or the fact our jinnie got tired for a day which I managed to snap out of her program – the paperwork is now on the way to Kuwait, yay us!, (or by the DHL tracking site already is there, but not delivered yet, since 5 am already!), signed, verified, stamped and paid for.
Inshallah it won’t get harmed in any way and the Kuwait part will be smoother and easier now, because Ramadan is so close and it’s obvious I can’t avoid fasting in Czech, but I’d like to cut it to the minimum for many reasons. Long days, short nights, as for one, no AC for another, and mainly we’re residing at a really small town so eating any meat doesn’t come into consideration here, and our diet here is very sparse and non-healthy, overly vegetarian besides a fish time to time – which doesn’t go well with all the healthy fasting.