<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" standalone="yes"?><rss version="2.0" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom"><channel><title>Hormone Free on Kitchen3N</title><link>https://kitchen3n.com/tags/hormone-free/</link><description>Recent content in Hormone Free on Kitchen3N</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Sun, 12 Jul 2015 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="https://kitchen3n.com/tags/hormone-free/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Pistachio and Spice Roasted Rack of Lamb</title><link>https://kitchen3n.com/posts/2015-07-12-pistachio-and-spice-roasted-rack-of-lamb/</link><pubDate>Sun, 12 Jul 2015 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>https://kitchen3n.com/posts/2015-07-12-pistachio-and-spice-roasted-rack-of-lamb/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-large wp-image-1561" src="https://kitchen3n.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/07/img_4736.jpg?w=660" alt="Pistachio and Spice Roasted Rack of Lamb" /&gt;Ramadan, the Islamic month during which Muslims around the world fast from sun up to sun down, is winding down. The last ten days is a time of great spiritual importance. Extra prayers, remembrance and mindfulness of acts of worship are highly stressed. My interpretation is that it&amp;rsquo;s a way to encourage keeping up the momentum, since Ramadan is 30 days long, and many start off the month with a lot of vigor, but find themselves struggling to keep up with the extra prayers and fasts as the days go by. &lt;a href="https://kitchen3n.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/07/img_4723.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-large wp-image-1554" src="https://kitchen3n.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/07/img_4723.jpg?w=660" alt="Pistachio and Spice Roasted Rack of Lamb" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Another important part of Ramadan for me is the communal iftar (evening, break-fast meal). One of the things that drew me to Islam as a child and again as a college student, is the community. When I attended my first ICNA convention as an almost 10 year old, I wore the headscarf for the weekend, per etiquette. And I recall descending on the escalator to the main convention hall and being amazed at seeing so many Muslims in the same room. For the first time I felt like I was part of something larger. Growing up in Queens, my childhood was characterized by my otherness. I was always one of two Bengali Muslim kids (no black, white, arab, SE asian or any other muslim kids in my neighborhood). We were all a rag tag team of immigrant kids - the only cohesive element being our physical classroom or schoolyard. &lt;a href="https://kitchen3n.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/07/img_4726.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-large wp-image-1555" src="https://kitchen3n.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/07/img_4726.jpg?w=660" alt="Pistachio and Spice Roasted Rack of Lamb" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So when I first felt that sense of community, it was exhilarating. I kept the headscarf on (with its ups and downs) since then. This was reinforced as a student at Barnard. The iftars hosted by Columbia Muslim Students Association was another reinforcement. A group to whom I didn&amp;rsquo;t have to explain my evening ritual of breaking the fast. A group that actually shared the values I was brought up with. &lt;a href="https://kitchen3n.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/07/img_4730.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-large wp-image-1556" src="https://kitchen3n.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/07/img_4730.jpg?w=660" alt="Pistachio and Spice Roasted Rack of Lamb" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I know we live in a society that in name celebrates individuality and uniqueness. But growing up in a society that is so different from your native one, is exhausting. How many times have I had to answer the question&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>