2 Ramadan 1432... in which we learn how not to lick our fingers.

I've appreciated Ramadan's gift of time, but it can be torture.  You see, as I write, my dinner is waiting for me on the stove.  But it's still about 15 minutes to Maghrib.  Then a few dates and water, then prayer, then dinner.  Waiting might be less torturous, perhaps, than cooking was.  The peanut sauce slopped alluringly all over my fingers and the side of the bottle.  But no licking.  No licking.

Dinner tastes better when all the pots and pan are already washed.  It must, surely.