Going to a Ramadan dinner tonight - looking forward to it
In the late 80's, I worked at a firm where the office manager was Iraqi-American, from a W town in Massachusetts. Her husband and parents were Iraqi-born, and she had 2 little boys. She was overqualified for the job, but she loved working with our little campus planning firm. She used to have us over for Ramadan dinners, and omg the food was incredible, like undescrably good. During Ramadan, no one brought their lunch or breakfast to the office, or even snacks, to help her with her fast.
I miss her so much, and I wish I had kept in contact with her. During the Iraq War, she used to take a couple of mugs and a coffee pot, while donning a Ralph Lauren robe and slippers, out to the FIB folks sitting in the car watching her house and ask them if they wanted a coffee. She was a real pip. But still, that war was hard for her, and every time she got a call, we would all freeze in our chairs (open office, it was a design studio, when I was cool) and wait to hear if everyone was okay.