Counting My Blessings

It's very easy to express dissatisfaction, and it's damn too easy to always complaint.

This and that not right, those and what not weren't good enough.

The last couple of weekends while we were still in the month of Syawal, my SO and I organised (not-so) open-house events for friends and families, well mostly friends. My SO will prepare her sumptuous biryani rice and special lamb curry plus other delicacies for the guests.

While my tasks would be making the drinks and maybe preparing the associated salad dishes.

Most of our friends have expressed how delicious those biryani was and how tender and succulent the lamb was (and my SO will then say that she's using the pressure cooker, instead of the normal cooking method).

Some went on to the extent saying that what they had was the best tasted biryani rice ever (I'm sure they haven't gone to biryani restaurants nearby the Lahore Gaddafi Cricket Stadium yet).

Anyway, me and my family are counting all the blessings given by the Almighty for each of the tasty biryani morsel that we partake, and each of the drink that we inadvertently gulped.

Count Your Blessings, Not Your Problems.

The very delicious lamb shank and biryani rice
at the Dera Restaurant, Gaddafi Stadium, Lahore

Exotic art deco brickworks on the restaurant facade