...to my lovely Muslim neighbours, who always bring a selection of tasty dishes every Ramadan. Beef samosas, onion bhajis, spiced chickpeas, and beef biryani (with what tasted like prime roasting beef). All seasoned to perfection, all the flavour without that awful heat that take away restaurants often have that I really cannot tolerate (sensitive gob!).
Every year they do this, take food out to several of us in our little courtyard of 16 homes, and I know the lady cooks most of the day to prepare, while not eating a thing until sunset herself. No wonder her husband and children look so content, coming home to delicious meals like that that are made with such love and care. And they are the nicest family, too. Having read some of the horror stories on here about nightmare neighbours, it feels nice to share the other side, of good and kind folk.
Just thought I'd share (the news, not the food. The food is mine!).