I had gone to drop off my tripod stand at my friends place as she needed to use it for a certain project over the weekend. Like the true millenial, I called Mwende to let her know I was juuuuuuust around the corner. “Ukifika, ingia tu! Gate iko wazi” (When you arrive, just come in. The gate is open.) I did not intend to stay too long, but because I had not seen her in quite some time, I was willing to be a bit more flexible. She was seated right by the window, in the flood of sunshine streaming in, and her book – The Year Of Yes- turned on her coffee table as she reached out for her watermelon and limes. She picked a slice of melon, squeezed some lime juice over it and munched away. “Jaribu!” (Try it!!) She told me, passing the plate of melon my way. I really loved it. After driving for 30 minutes and boiling in Nairobi traffic for almost the same time, this was a much welcome refreshing treat! I did not intend to stay too long, but a ton of laughs later, a million juicy stories later, a dance off and a fresh cake later (imagine we even decided to bake! smh! #derailed :D) I am happy I did extend my stay.
Inspired by my dear friend’s favorite sunny day treat, today I share with you my now favorite sunny day drink!!
I love slow mornings. Those lazy weekend mornings where you wake up and decide to spend an extra 2 hours in bed, just because. Those mornings that are not powered by the rush of getting out of the house or getting work done, but those mornings that are warmed by ease and relaxation. Mornings that bask in serenity. Mornings whose air is filled with the soft waft of only delicious things. I love lazy weekend mornings so much so that I think that in another life, I am a sunny Saturday morning :D!!!
I made these when I was home alone one weekend morning (because I wasn’t sure they would turn out ok so I wanted to endure that shame alone if that was the outcome *nervously bites nails*). The house smelt BETTER than paradise! I hoped the buns tasted just as good and guess what, they did!!!! Yes, there is more than one way to use your chai masala besides just tea and today, let’s think outside the box as we go through the recipe <3. Mtapenda!
I was nestled on the couch one rainy Saturday mid morning, in my very heavy, very warm, very soft orange sweater. In my hand was some hot chocolate I had just made. Not Milo. Not Drinking Chocolate. But real hot chocolate. I had opened the blinds since I wanted to watch the clouds roll in and catch the first drops fall to the earth. It then started raining. I shut the window and looked at each drop race it’s way down the glass. Do you guys sometimes just pause and watch it rain? I do! As the rain’s intensity eased, I returned to my couch grabbed my hot chocolate and slowly seeped it as I caught up on Biko’s blogs. I cried my eyes out and felt my soul shatter when I read There Were Birds But They Didn’t Sing. I laughed and reflected on the silly stereotypes we impose on our brothers and sisters as curated by our colonialists when I read Yes, You Are Tribal. And chuckled when I read Letter to My 20 Year Old Self, and also drew some valuable life lessons. What a whirlwind of emotion! That was a perfect Saturday mid morning for me, courtesy of my awesome read, my warm orange sweater, and of course, my hot chocolate fit for the gods themselves!
So let me show you how you are gonna prepare it so that you too can bask in it’s glorious flavors! <3
The wind was blowing hard. I was walking as fast as I could. I hoped to get home before the rain could start pelting down, but no sooner had I finished thinking the thought than the rain started falling hard. I increased my tempo took out my umbrella. Despite having cover from the rain, I still got completely wet almost as though I had no umbrella at all. I thought of running, but that would be futile, so I instead decided to enjoy the rain. That is how November showers are; cold, large drops whose fury is only fanned by the wind. I was freezing by the time I got home. But at least I was rained on when coming back home rather than when I was going somewhere important or to meet important persons, right? I had a hot shower and decided to make something soothing for myself. Since I was not too hungry, I settled on a soup- best decision I made that day. Perfectly fragrant, creamy and aromatic; that is how I would describe my mushroom coconut milk soup which will very easily become your rainy season favorite <3.
How fast has this year flown by??? Where did all the time go? But I am not complaining, this is one of my favorite months of the year. I just find it so beautiful. The bewitchingly hypnotic hum of rain falling outside is beautiful. Warm socks, cosy nights in, indulgent food at hand is a beautiful experience on its own. Gun-metal grey of pregnant rain clouds is beautiful. The last of jacaranda blossoms and carpets of purple once they fall off is beautiful. Thigh-high boot friendly weather is beautiful. Cool, crisp, humid air is beautiful. Everything about November is absolutely beautiful!
And for the first recipe for this amazing month is one I really really enjoyed. Not only it it easy to make, but the flavors will make you scream out of sheer ecstasy. My orange chili beer battered fish fingers will become your new favorite if not you ultimate addiction! <3