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Shredded chicken with sesame seeds
225g boneless chicken breasts, shredded
1 egg white
½ tsp salt
2 tsp cornflour
1 tbsp white sesame seeds
Oil
For the sauce:
1 tsp dark soy sauce
1 tsp vinegar
½ tsp oil
1 tsp sugar
½ tsp pepper powder
2 tsp finely chopped spring onion
½ tsp chili sauce
Combine the shredded chicken with egg white, salt and cornflour into small bowl and refrigerate for 10 mins.
Heat the oil in a frying pan or a wok until moderately hot. Add chicken mixture and keep stirring to keep it form sticking. Cook for about two to three minutes. Remove from pan and set aside. Drain of the oil. Clean the pan or wok and reheat about one tbsp of the drained oil. Add the sesame seeds and stir-fry for a minute, till light brown. Then add all the sauce ingredients and bring to a boil. Return the cooked chicken to the pan and sauté the mixture for two minutes, till the chicken is well coated with the sauce and sesame seeds. Serve hot!

Olive oil roast chicken
4 tbsp olive oil
1 farm chicken
350g baby new potatoes scrubbed and parboiled
Salt
Freshly ground black pepper
Few fresh bay leaves

Rub oil all over chicken, season and place in a roasting tray. Surround with potatoes and drizzle with extra oil. Season and add bay leaves. Cook in a preheated oven at gas 6, 400 degrees F or, 200 degrees C for 30 minutes, or until chicken juices run clear when the thickest part of the thighs are pierced with a skewer. Transfer chicken to a warm platter and arrange potatoes.

Dearest diary,
Maya lagaise
Piriti shikhaise
Diwana banaise
Ki jaduu koriya bonde
Maya lagaise

What can I say diary… every time I hear these lyrics sung by the new musical prodigy on the block, Habib, I thank God, as He gave us this natural born, molten glob of talent, Ferdous Wahid first and then from his genetic cesspool, Habib, his son- our pride, my obsession! Habib has put us on the map. It was such a pleasant surprise to know that a new couple from Mumbai who have shifted to Dhaka recently, have Habib playing on their CD player, and it doesn't stop there either, Vikram knows the lyrics too!

I, myself have his CD's only at four places at the same time: my car, my Mp3 player, my husband's car and my CD player at home. And one CD has the above song taped 14 times in a row, so that I do not have to bother switching back to it again and again. Thank You God…for Habib.

Now I shift over to Bibi Russel. This is another person of whom I am so proud. Her hip, trendy and quirky fashion sense and nationalistic pride in our own home grown products is so awesome. Our age old “gamcha” has made such a fashion statement in the global fashion world that it makes me stand up a bit straighter and taller when I see her in international magazines with people praising her work. Way to go girl! We are proud of you.

And diary do you remember the little boy with the red flag who stopped a train to avoid a huge accident which could have caused not only physical and emotional trauma, but so many other rippling effects? He also put us on the map with such an intelligent and courageous act. I remember reading about him in the Reader's Digest. Felt so proud. I wonder where he is now and what he is doing… and I also wish there would be more like him. I am sure there are many like him, but just haven't come across his or her moment to shine.

In our athletic field, our cricketers have done a good job too by putting us on the map. I am not much of a fan, but my husband does justice for the both of us. When our side wins, his cup of joy “runneths” over in various ways. His office is treated to biriyani lunches, peons are tipped generously, lingering cricket discussions, and many stress free hours prevail in contrast to other volatile times. I am embarrassed to admit that, even I cannot evoke such happiness and enthusiasm from him as a cricket win does. Well eleven against one. But me one, in reality is eleven against three, but I still lose. Okay, why not? After all it is all about national pride. This I can handle.

And diary, we cannot forget our garment industry. Big stores like Marks and Spencer, Zara, New Look, Naf Naf, Mother Care, BHS, Gap, Levis, Reebok, Nike, etc., carry products made in Bangladesh. Every time I see that little tag stuck on the garment saying “made in Bangladesh” my smile stretches a little wider.

And finally the biggest of the big… Dr. Yunus. Everytime it brings tears to my eyes when I see him standing in line, wearing his trademark grameen check kurta, with all the powerful echelons of the world. To see a little part of Bangladesh standing tall, with his sweet disarming smile, why it makes me want to cry is beyond me.

Anyway, the feeling of pride and joy is a wonderful thing to feel. Everybody has their own prides and joys. On should enjoy and nurture them. So, lets make a list today and try to enhance them anyway we can. I'm sure it will be cathartic for oneself plus the society.

Have a good day the Sam Q way.

Steamed tilapia with lemon sauce
1½ pounds of tilapia
2 tbsp of olive oil
½ cup Italian salad dressing (Agora has it)
2 tbsp lemon juice
1 tsp chopped parsley (optional coriander)
Method:
Brush tilapia with olive oil and steam till thoroughly cooked.
While fish is cooking mix Italian dressing, lemon juice and parsley/coriander together.
PlacNe fish on plate, pour dressing over and serve hot.
Voila!

 

 
 

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