The first Ramadan in our new home, our neighbors introduced us to the tradition of sharing food with the Muslim families closest to you. Every couple of days, we would send the posse with a dish to their house, and then a few days later a dish would come back to us. This lasted all the way through the Fasting, ending the night before Eid.
Then our neighbors moved, and eventually the home was inhabited once again. Spring of 2009, we welcomed The Turkish Family. They quickly made their yard a gardening wonderland and the children became playmates with my ladies. That Ramadan, introduced them to our tradition.
A pre-emptive strike, my son says.
I am laughing hysterically.
The ladies are squealing with delight.
Husband is salivating.
Their first offering of Ramadan:
Let the Games Begin!