"There was for Saba, aforetime, a sign in their homeland [Yemen] two gardens to the right and to the left . . . be grateful to Him[Allah] . . .But they turned away, and We sent against them the flood released from the Dams [Maarib dam]" (Qur'an. Saba:15-16)
I dedicate this recipe blog to my dear mother Hasna Mohammad Azhar Ramadhan who encouraged my learning in her kitchen at a very young age. I remember, much to her horror, the times when I would drag chairs to the stove and peer curiously into bubbling pot s . I remember, throwing a fit if she so much as put something in the pot without showing it to me first. Yes, all my tantrums were in the kitchen. I learned by smell first and later on by sight.
Every recipe on this blog, she has either taught me or has been the cause for its inspiration. I still only believe it is good if it tastes EXACTLY like hers–she is my gauge when it comes to cooking. I still ask myself, “What would my mother add to this?” Or “What would my mother do with this piece of meat?” She has taught me more than she will ever know. May Allah bless her abundantly and grant her the highest level in Jannah. Ameen. Uma I love you and miss you, and dream of the day when I come to visit you in Yemen Insha Allah.