Roasted Peaches with Wild Blueberries

Roasted Peaches

I don’t remember being told I did anything, “like a girl”, and if I did, I took it as a compliment, because I was the granddaughter of two very strong, intelligent matriarchs. In my home, doing something “like a girl”, meant I did something like my grandmothers or my mother – and that was always a good thing. We are three sisters and we were lucky, in a sense, that we didn’t have any brothers. We ran like girls, we ate like girls, we talked like girls, and that meant being and doing our best – there were no comparisons with the opposite sex. We were just simply, the Saadat Girls. And we did everything, “like a Saadat Girl”.Read More

Strawberry Rosewater Sour Cream Skillet Cake in the Persian Manner

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I don’t have time in the mornings to make a proper breakfast for myself, so on most weekdays, I will have a slice of toast, usually pumpernickel or a spelt sourdough (this bakery in Roncesvalles makes the most amazing bread, plus, they slice it for you) with a generous layer of almond or peanut butter and different jams. Gail, a good friend of mine, brought back a jar of cloudberry preserves (have you ever had them?) for me, from her trip to Sweden, which I have almost every morning on my toast. I am scared of the day that jar finishes. (This is the jar, in case any of you want to try to source it.)Read More

Spice Spoon on CBC Radio!

Dear Lovelies – I was on CBC Radio on May 29th for two interview sessions – you can listen to the interview segments here:

Metro Morning with Matt Galloway at 7.10AM EST
Shayma, your husband is also from Pakistan. What has been the discussion in your household around this (stoning of Farzana)?
Listen to the full interview here, or  via this link under “Woman Stoned to Death”.

Ontario Morning with Wei Chen at 7.50AM EST
Shayma, do people ask you, “Were you forced to marry your husband? Was this an arranged marriage?”?
Listen to the full interview by clicking here.

 

Karachi and My Family – Life Amidst the Bombings

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A few weeks ago, I woke up a little after 6am and with my eyes half shut, I checked my iPhone, which I usually do before making my way into the kitchen for my morning caffè latte ritual. As I scrolled through my Twitter newsfeed, I saw “bomb blast Karachi”, “injured”, “daytime tragedy” “in the upscale Defence neighbourhood” “targeted attack” – all those words you don’t want to read when your husband is in Karachi, visiting our family; his parents, siblings, cousins, uncles and aunts.  It was April 25th and there was a bomb blast somewhere, in some neighbourhood in Karachi. I called Zain immediately, and when he told me the bomb had exploded in Delhi Colony, I selfishly took a sigh of relief. My family is safe, I said to myself and jumped out of bed.Read More