#How to Make Matar Paneer

[spicyvegrecipes]

How to Make the Best Matar Paneer at Home – Step-by-Step Recipe

Matar Paneer Matar Paneer is a beloved North Indian curry dish prepared with two main ingredients: matar (green peas) and paneer (Indian cottage cheese). Known for its rich, creamy, and mildly spiced tomato-based gravy, Matar Paneer is a staple in Indian households and is often served at family gatherings, parties, and special occasions. The dish combines the sweetness of green peas with the…

[sexyandcringe]

Hopeless romantic

Part 1 ◇ Part 2 ◇ Part 3

Warnings: reader drinking (nothing serious though), mention of sexism by reader's parents.

Content: osamu x reader, Angst (to fluff in the next chapters), hurt/comfort

A/n: Guess the Song of Achilles reference! :)

It has been around three weeks since you last saw Osamu that day: you took your chance to scurry away when he went back into the kitchen briefly, leaving your payment to Tsumoto.

The memory of his embrace with another woman still lingered in your mind, but you were able to distract yourself with the hundreds of books on your shelf and the dogs in the shelter.

You took this time to explore other places in the city, from the cozy Indian restaurant near your workplace, where the taste of salty chapati mixed with matar paneer melted in your mouth like butter, to the Mexican fast food spot at the corner of the library, where you savoured the taste of chiles en nogada followed by elotes. Yet,  nothing compared to Osamu’s handmade onigiris, the taste of his love surpassed any food you’ve ever tried.

You don’t believe he didn’t notice your absence, but it wouldn’t bother him that much, you assume, since you’re nothing more than a friendly regular. 

Or at least, you used to be a regular.

Now you are just a girl who spends her days between work and shelter,  occasionally going out to drink with the few friends you have. You know it’s wrong to use alcohol to dull the suffering, but sometimes it’s the only way to remind yourself that life still holds meaning, and that happiness, however fleeting, can be found.

But not going to Osamu’s restaurant has its consequences, like going to the grocery store to buy all the necessities to make a healthy meal and right now you are not exactly having fun doing all this.

When you were a child, your mother always told you to learn how to cook and clean because ���someday you’ll have to do it for your future husband”, so, as an act of rebellion, you refused to learn anything other than the most basic dishes of your culture; this act of rebellion ended up biting your ass now because you are tired of eating the same basic things over and over again and you miss Osamu’s food.

You wander through the aisles, searching for the ingredients of the recipe you want to try.

it has been at least half an hour now and you’re meticulously selecting each item, trying to get the correct amount of food. You always tend to buy more than necessary, which ends up with you never using that specific product again and making it go to waste—like the honey syrup you bought for your pre-made pancakes that now sits untouched. You don’t even have time to eat breakfast most of the time. 

You are trying to understand which vegetables are less decayed than others when someone approaches you slowly. 

“That one will go bad in like 2 days.” 

You startle at first, but you freeze completely the second you meet his eyes.

“Hey.” he smiles.

Oh my god oh my god oh my god, please why did he have to come here out of all the grocery stores in the city?

You tried to forget about him like an unwanted pest, avoiding all the places he could be at, you even chose a longer path home so you wouldn’t bump into him while he closed the restaurant. You are old and tired and so is your heart, it can scarcely bear the burden of yet another heartbreak.

You drew in a slow, steadying breath before replying.

“Hi Osamu, long time no see.” you try your best to beam at him, like nothing has touched you, like you don’t want to run away this instant, like you don’t want to scream at him and hurl all these vegetables at him because you hate him for shattering the last remnants of hope you had left in you.

Like you don’t love him at all.

You tend to buy more than necessary, just like you tend to let your feelings grow more than necessary, and then, then they stay there, growing and decaying at the same time, festering with pests and resentment.

“Yeah, because someone hasn’t been coming to my restaurant lately.” He remarked with a petty edge to his voice.

Well, you jumped into that one.

A nervous laugh leaves your lips, “I was just … busy. We got a few more dogs in the shelter and it’s been a little hectic.” your voice is barely a whisper, laden with the weight of your lies.

Coward, liar, ugly.

He nods in quiet understanding, picking a zucchini with a pristine surface, a stark contrast to your rotten life. “Take this one. What’re ya making?.”

You take the vegetable from his hands and place it in your bag, his kindness pressing against the walls you've erected around your fragile heart “I don’t know,” you sigh, “I'm trying to make some vegetarian lasagna, but I already know it's going to suck. I’m a terrible cook.”

“You can always learn, you know.” he counters, a playful smirk gracing his lips “I wasn’t born with a knife in my hand.”

You roll your eyes, pushing your cart forward. “I’m lazy. And I don’t have anyone to teach me in a fun way.”

“I could teach you. Although I'm not sure if I can do it ‘in a fun way’” he signs with his fingers, “you won't die of boredom, I guess?”

“I’m always having fun with you, Osamu.”  And it’s true.

“That’s crazy considering that you haven’t come to meet me in three weeks.”

“Oh god, you’re so petty!” 

“Hell yeah, I am!”

You stare at each other before bursting into loud giggles; his eyes crinkle as he looks at you and you try so hard to ignore the warmth of your cheeks.

(and the warmth in your chest).

You are not used to being loved but you are used to love, and you can’t help wanting to stay around those you love, can’t ignore the tugs of your heartstrings. You know it will only end up in heartache and you are already regretting what’s coming out of your mouth, but you can’t stop it.

“Well? Will you teach me then?”

He smiles, and his face is like the sun.

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[burningcheese-merchant]

How was Burning spice cookie like while Golden cheese was pregnant? How intense was his protective habits during it?

I talked about this in a previous ask, but I don't mind explaining again haha

Spice was very, very protective of her. Absolutely over the moon (TL;DR from that ask is that Spice is redeemed by the time he and Golden are married and have their family in my main canon, so the news that he's going to be a father is just, like... the cherry on top of the sundae that his life became, you know? All of that long and hard work atoning for his sins, and at the end of the road is this great happiness. It's something else that assures him that this path he chose was worth it, essentially), but protective to a fault. He doted on Golden Cheese, waited on her hand and foot basically, but he was also quite fussy and fretful, and downright hostile towards literally everyone except her. His friends, her friends, their subjects, everyone. He didn't want anyone too close for too long out of fear that it would stress her out and make her/the baby sick.

Now, Golden does like to be pampered, and pamper her, Spice certainly did lol. Whatever she craved, he made sure she had to eat in an hour at the absolute latest. If she felt sore, it was relaxing baths and massages until the soreness was gone. If she couldn't sleep, he'd be right there with her, talking to her and trying to soothe her until she fell back asleep (and he would stay up a bit longer even after that, just to keep watch). Spice is Peak Husband during this time and she adores it. But... it did get a little tiresome. He all but became her shadow during those nine months, to the point that she felt claustrophobic at times. And no, she was not exactly fond of how short he was with their friends and loved ones lol. Yes, it was all for her sake, but, like... chill, dude. You're not the only one who cares and wants to help. It's okay to be excited, it's okay to worry, but there were moments where SHE worried about HIM and how stressed HE was. He was being extra for no real reason sometimes, you know? (And she never wants to be seen as weak or helpless, anyway, even if this time, she genuinely was in an extremely vulnerable state. It's that stubbornness and overconfidence shining through)

Granted, it didn't help that both of Goldie's pregnancies were really exhausting. She felt drained from beginning to end, and it really only got worse as the months went by. She was restless and hardly slept either time. When she was carrying Pepper Jack, her head and wings ached almost constantly. When she was carrying Matar Paneer, she was really moody and often craved really specific food (AKA ultra spicy food lol. She ate almost exclusively Wild Spice dishes during that time because of that. She hated it, she hates too much spice in her food, but she felt far worse NOT eating it than she did eating it...). It was hard. Worth it, but hard. Spice wasn't entirely wrong to be as fussy as he had been. But that didn't make it any less frustrating. (Now, why exactly it was so draining, I shall explain another time 🤫)

But they got two beautiful children at the end of it all, so it was fine haha

[ask-ciaphas-cain]

As a professional AuHD haver, I think that before any recipe can call itself "quick and easy" it needs to be made by at least one neurodivergent person and one person with an illness or disability that limits the amount of work they can do in a kitchen.

Caramelizing onions is NOT quick and easy. Having to chop and prepare more than one kind of vegetable (some days even ONE vegetable) is NOT quick and easy. Having to make sure there's no bad textured fats and tendons in the chicken thighs is NOT easy. I'm just going to name and shame the New York fucking Times for calling matar paneer a quick weeknight dish ok.

To me, quick and easy is a bunch of things I can throw in a pot or pan and leave alone with minimal oversight and minimal cleaning up afterwards. I can count on one hand how many recipes I've found that are actually quick and easy.

Never mind the grocery shopping, which can be its own separate post.

[hum-suffer]

@kanhapriya you were very excited for this. I hope you don't mind me tagging you and hope this reaches your expectations

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It all started on late afternoon a week ago when Lakshmi got a call from Ram.

"Do you have holi appropriate clothing for Dhuleti celebration?" He'd asked her after all the pleasantries.

And so had begun the lecture on the huge difference between Holi and Dhuleti and how her husband loathes wearing white on Holi and how it's reductive to wear a whole new spotless white outfit only for it to get drenched in colours of all kinds. Lakshmi had agreed, obviously, he was being very logical about it.

And thus began the search for ratty-but-respectable clothes for Lakshmi to wear on the Dhuleti celebration which would be held at the palace grounds and would be grander than ever as it is their first celebration after their marriage and Lakshmi's organisation for animals, Shashwat, will be the beneficiary of the event income.

Lakshmi is sure that Veer, Ram's manager, tattled on them to Maharani Radha.

Maa and Ram have been discussing the same with each other for the past ten minutes and now the conversation has shifted to a half Gujarati, half Hindi mix that Lakshmi doesn't even bother to follow.

Matar paneer is a better focal point, in her very humble opinion.

"You both are going to be in the spotlight, that's why I'm trying to shove some sense into you!" Maa says, glaring at Ram. She turns to Lakshmi,"You understand what I'm saying, beta, don't you? Wear your old clothes next year, it's your choice, but forgive me some grey hair this year, please."

"But, Mummy, it's a waste of time and resources to buy new clothes only to wear them once!" Ram replies, absently adding some salt to his matar paneer.

"Then I'll make a pochaa out of your clothes, bloody! Do as your mother says, for once, child!"

Lakshmi snickers and Maa gives her a conspiratory smirk while Ram looks on in betrayal.

Lakshmi shifts the conversation to the previous Dhuleti celebrations and what she should expect from them to save her husband some strife.

She often forgets he is a menace on his own.

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If she didn't trust him more, Lakshmi would say that Ram is mostly doing this because he's trying to give Veer an aneurysm.

He found some of his old clothes that already have stains on them. The stains are minor, Lakshmi will admit freely. He likely forgot those clothes exist at all after putting them aside and Veer likely hid them away so Ram wouldn't insist on wearing them.

Lakshmi notes that all the stained kurtas are suspiciously floral printed.

She looks at Veer in suspicion, but he's too flustered trying to stop Ram from noticing her look.

"Your highness, please," Veer says, trying hysterically to stop Ram in a way that wouldn't end up with Ram tripping,"Your mother will be furious with me!"

"What is one to do, Veer?" Ram asks dramatically, taking a split second look at Lakshmi as she walks beside him,"My wife and I need clothes for Dhuleti and Mummy wouldn't let us wear our home clothes. I must settle for my older clothes and my darling and most understanding wife must settle for wearing my kurta."

"These are already stained," Lakshmi adds her two cents, absolutely enjoying the feel of a particular chikankari kurta in her hands that she will surely steal for comfort purposes,"This way, we will maintain decorum and also be more environmentally aware!"

Veer's eyes widen. "Not you too, your highness! Please, you know these clothes were set aside for donation."

"Yes, of course," she replies, pretending to be incredulous,"We're not going to wear all of these kurtas together, Veer, come on."

Ram stops in front of a door and pushes it open with his foot, hands loaded with different kurtas and t-shirts.

The people inside the laundry room all freeze as they see the Crown prince, the prince consort, and the crown prince's manager enter the laundry room; of which, the couple have various clothes in their arms.

An older woman comes rushing towards them with two empty baskets. Lakshmi somehow manages to grasp one of the baskets and puts it on the ground, dumping the clothes from her arms to the basket.

"Gently, please!" Ram calls out dramatically again,"I love my clothes as much as I love you!"

Lakshmi raises an eyebrow.

"Not as much, obviously, I misspoke." He corrects himself sheepishly, painstakingly putting the clothes in his arms in the basket one by one. Lakshmi decides to be petty enough to not help him.

"Your highness, you? Here?" The woman doesn't seem to be able to process what exactly is happening and Lakshmi pities her.

"We are so sorry to barge in on your work like that," she says,"We just have some clothes to wash and we'll be out of your hair as soon as possible. I am Lakshmi and you are?"

"Kalpana, your highness. Here, I'll take the clothes and return them to you."

"You don't have to do that at all, Kalpana ji," Ram says, making the poor woman freeze mid motion. "Mahadev has given us a couple of hands each, we can wash the clothes ourselves, if you'd only be so gracious to guide us to an empty washing machine."

Kalpana fumbles and looks at Veer for a split second before moving aside and leading them to a corner with an empty washing machine. Lakshmi smiles at her in thanks. "Thank you, Kalpana ji. You can go back to your work, we shan't delay you anymore."

She nods wordlessly and moves away. Veer continues to look in with trepidation as Ram and Lakshmi push up the sleeves of their tshirts.

Ram gives her a grin that tells her just how much he's enjoying this and Lakshmi, with agreement of the other workers, plays old Bollywood songs while the machine is on.

Ram drags her in a makeshift ballroom dance and she laughs at his dramatics, absolutely besotted with her husband.

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Ram wears his bleached and washed white shirt and Lakshmi wears one of his floral kurtas for Dhuleti.

Maa sighs and smiles tiredly at the two of them.

[orangepeelshortbreadcookies]

Curtain Story: The super serious, dark, dramatic and heroic rivalry of Miles Bridgerton and Charles Bridgerton

by @orangepeelshortbreadcookies

Chapter 2 - 4.4 / 3.9

Ratings: General

Word count: 2,155

Chapter summary: In which the warring tension between our two warring factions, how do they say, intensifies. There will be fighting. There will be fire.

Miles hates his cousin Charlie. He hates his stupid face, his smiley eyes, his dumb crooked grin. He hates that Charlie can say things that he doesn’t understand. He hates that Charlie’s Eomma and Dad are just as cool as his own (it should not be possible because his parents are the coolest.) He hates that Charlie must naturally have a room on Auntie Sophie’s spaceship and he doesn’t. He hates that nobody, not even Edmund (his brother and sidekick!) allows him to kick the younger boy. Even when Miles promises that it will be the smallest, tiniest kick possible. He hates him. Hates him. Hates him.

It doesn’t take long for the feelings to be mutual.

Charlie knows Miles hates him, and instead of cowering from it, he faces Miles head on. Constantly one-upping and contradicting Miles, much to the aggravation of the older boy. Their altercations usually unfold as such:

“My Amma makes the best dosa. I get all five of the chutneys.” Miles declared, arms crossed, rather smugly. They are still getting to know each other. There is no way Auntie Sophie can be as good of a cook as his Amma. Amma makes the best food.

Charlie pushes the truck Cousin Auggie let him borrow, back and forth, on the ground, and calmly responds:

“Eomma makes the best rice cakes, seongpyeon. She makes them with seven colours. They also have honey inside.”

Belinda perks up at Miles.

“Miles! You like honey!”

“No I don’t.” He denies. He is actually very curious. “My Amma makes the best matar paneer. It is very creamy.”

“Eomma makes me lunch boxes with all the stuff.” Charlie says, still the picture of perfect nonchalance. “She makes the rice look like a bunny and the eggs look like a bow and my Dad cuts the carrots into stars.”

Belinda claps her hands together.

“Oh that is so cute! I want to see it!” A little lisp escapes from her.

“No you don’t!” Miles exclaims. Then he glares at Charlie in disbelief. “You’re lying.”

Belinda furrows her eyebrows at Miles.

“Don’t tell me what to do.”

“I’m not lying.” Charlie looks offended.

“Yes you are.” Miles insists. “I’ll tell. You are lying liar.”

“No I’m not!” Charlie’s face is slowly turning red. “You’re just jealous!” He points at Miles accusingly.

The other boy blinks at the acutely accurate accusation.

Belinda gasps and chimes in.

“He’s right! You are jealous.”

“No I’m not!”

“Are too!” 

“I’m not!!!”

Then Charlie says something in Korean or French, and not understanding what it means irritates Miles to no end. He retaliates by calling the other boy stupid. Then the two launch into each other, fists flying, until the adults separate and put them both in time-out. By that point, both of them have been crying for a few minutes and completely forgotten what it is they were arguing about.

*********

At night, dramatically, Miles swivels and sulks in his throne, which just happens to be his Dad’s big desk chair, the fireplace crackles behind him, the glow of the flame against the darkness of the room reflects his mood. If there has been thunder as well, it would have been perfect. Eyes squinting, he reconsiders his strategy. And his opponent. Charlie. His archnemesis.

What can one do with such an adversary? How can this child show up one day and manage to garner everybody at his feet, monopolising all the attention that has taken Miles years, decades, centuries to cultivate? It cannot just be because he is cute. Fine, Miles will concede that Charlie is pretty dang cute. But he is just as cute as Charlie! No, that cannot just be it. It must be some kind of magic. Yes, this theory makes more sense. Maybe when Charlie mumbles those intelligible languages, he is actually conjuring an evil spell. Miles comes to the realisation with a start. What if his cousin Charlie is a dark sorcerer?

But no, that can’t be. Because Auntie Sophie is a scientist. Scientists and sorcerers are different, everyone knows that.

Maybe Charlie is something more.

Something more dangerous.

A scientist-sorcerer, perhaps.

A sciencerer!

A dark, mad sciencerer!

When the light turns on, Miles is snapped out of his scheming. His Amma stands by the door, one hand on her hips. She pins him with an inquiring look.

“There you are, Miles. Time for bed. What are you doing there in the dark, in your Father’s chair?”

Miles gives her his most innocent smile.

“I am, um, scheming.” Balloons! He slips. He hopes she doesn’t notice it. “I mean, I am just watching the fire.”

“Are you now?” Miles thinks Amma is trying to bite back a laugh. “I’m afraid the time of fire watching is over. You should go put your jim-jams on now.”

Before he departs for the nursery, Miles stops by Kate and gives her a great big hug.

“I love you, Amma.” His voice is muffled in her clothes as he takes in lungfuls of her soap and lily scent.

Kate blinks back tears from her eyes. Pregnancy has sent her emotions running in every direction. And her second boy is being so sweet.

“I love you, too, sweetheart. I’ll tuck you two in in a few minutes. Don’t forget to brush your teeth.”

 As cliched as it is, when Kate watches the form of Miles disappearing down the hallway, she has the thought all parents have at some points regarding their children.

They grow up so fast.

There is another thing that Miles cannot tell Amma, unfortunately, as it is a matter of utmost secrecy. It is an oath that he swears to himself, rather heroically so.

Don’t worry, Amma. I will save you. I will save everybody from Cousin Charlie’s evil scimagic!

At the same time, in another household, Benedict puts back P'tit Loup aime sa petite soeur back where it belongs on the bookshelf before quietly leaving the nursery. Charlie is already sound asleep.

*******

Miles’s plan begins with the obvious.The biggest weapon in his enemy’s arsenal. Charlie Bridgerton’s cuteness.

You take away the glamour, you expose the source of the enemy’s power. You open the cover of any instrument, any machine, you reveal the workings of the mechanism within. It is true for magic, it is true for science. It must be true for Charlie, who is both. Taking away his cuteness will weaken him, or at least temporarily hamper the force of his science-spell long enough for everyone to wake up from it.

So when Charlie comes to visit Aubrey Hall with his parents that weekend, Miles gets ready. 

As they are laid down next to each other for their afternoon nap that day in the nursery, Miles tries his hardest not to doze off. Instead, he holds onto his markers under his pillow for dear life.

When he is sure Charlie is not awake anymore, he quietly approaches the boy, careful not to wake up his brother, Auggie, Belinda and Caroline. Brown for earth. Blue for water. Orange for fire. White for wind but Edmund has used up all the white one so grey is for wind. Black is for space but Miles can’t find it so purple is for space. Keeping quiet, completely focused, he squiggles this way and that on Charlie’s sleeping face, in an exorcising ritual that only makes sense to Miles alone.

Satisfied with his work, he returns to his pillow and finally allows himself to take his well-earned nap. When we wake up, he thinks drowsily, hopefully, the science-spell will be broken. Things will return to how it is meant to be.

Miles drifts off to unconsciousness, smiling to himself. A vague thrill buzzes in the back of his mind and an unclassified fear settles in the pit of his stomach.

All hecks break loose after the nap.

Caroline is the first one to wake. She looks around, sees what happens to Charlie, and immediately starts screaming. Her loud voice starts the rest of the children out of their slumber. Edmund comes to, looks at her to see what the fuss is, and starts screaming too when he looks at Charlie, who is still drowsy from sleep and does not understand what is going on. Still maintaining some sort of composure are Belinda and Auggie. Belinda quickly finds a mirror so Charlie can look at his face before she too screams. A suddenly very nervous Miles sneakily hides himself behind the drapes, while Auggie runs down the hall and cries out for the adults with all the strength his little lungs can produce.

Still-groggy, overstimulated, confused, and frightened at his own reflection, little Charlie bursts into tears as the adults storm in, fully expecting a home invasion in broad daylight, but find a crying colourful boy instead.

Miles can hear from his spot behind the drape, Uncle Benedict and Auntie Sophie attempting to sooth a distraught Charlie, as well as Auntie Daphne and Uncle Simon comforting their own children. He can hear Amma talking to Edmund. But the loudest of all, is a menacing, foreboding sound that Miles hates most in the world. Cheese and rice, he thinks, I've done it now.

“MILES!!!” 

It is the sound of his Dad's angry voice, the one he only uses when Edmund and he are in big, big trouble.

The boy in question feels a chill run down his spine.

Guilt and fear mix up together all confusingly. But buried underneath it all, at the centre, is a mystery Miles can’t quite solve.

How did they find out it was me?

As the only parent present not occupied with armfuls of upset children who need to be pacified, Anthony Bridgerton takes a quick investigative sweep about the nursery. At the empty spot on the mat where his second son has inhabited earlier, the pillow has been kicked away, probably by Miles himself during the panic. The shuffle reveals two markers, orange and grey, both uncapped, their ink bleeds onto the mat and into the fabric of the pillow. Curiously, Miles is not among the crying children. And when Anthony’s eyes catch two little socked feet peeking out from under the blackout curtains, there is no doubt in his mind who the culprit of this madness is. 

There is no answer, however, after he has called his name.

"Come out here this instant, Miles." Anthony's tone is low, warning. "I can see you."

Silence. Then he sees some movement underneath the velvet. It looks like Miles is wiping his hand over his face. Oh shit, Anthony wonders, Is he crying? And his anger immediately melts away at the thought. Did I raise my voice too much? Did I scare him? Anthony is reminded how it must have been like for his own father, going through this six times over, before his untimely death. 

He shakes himself out of the sentiment. He forces himself to harden his resolve once more. He has been through this with his brother Gregory. He is still going through it with Edmund. He can do the same with Miles. Children need discipline as well as affection. They need to learn. No matter how sweet and sad they look. And Anthony knows as well as Miles does, that the four-year-old can be very persuasive.

“Step away from the curtain, son.” Anthony tries again, his voice has become softer. They can try to solve this as gently as possible.

Any planned attempt on that front, however, is dead from its conception in Anthony’s brain, as Miles steps out from behind the curtains and reveals himself.

The entire room turns dead silent as they look at Miles. Even the victim, little Charlie, stops his sobbing momentarily.

Across his son’s face, disappearing under the tufts of dark hair over his forehead, are marker drawings. Blue, purple and brown. Long, disorganised lines, a lot of them paralleling as if Miles has used two or all three markers at the same time. Unlike the number he has done on his cousin’s face, which consists of deliberate flourishes and meditated use of colours, this is the product of pure panic thinking. Anthony can spy the markers peering out of his pocket.

“It was a thief!” Miles says. His arms spread out in exclamation. There is even more ink on his hands. “A thief got in and drew on our faces when we were sleeping. He said he wanted to mark the children before he kidnapped them. I lured him away before he could get to the others!”

For a moment, Anthony is speechless. His head drops to his chest, mentally counting to 10 as he tries to regulate his breathing.

From behind him, Anthony hears Simon let out a snort.

“Don’t, Basset.” Miserably, he turns to his best friend and mutters under his breath. “Don’t you dare.” 

It is the closest Anthony will ever come to begging outside of his bedroom.

[khanabanana2024]

Dhaba-Style Matar Paneer | Learn how to Make Dhaba-Style Matar Paneer at...

[ravika-spices]

How to Make Healthy and Tasty Veg Dishes with Ravika Masala

If you are a vegetarian or a vegan, you know how important it is to use the right spices and masalas to make your veg dishes more nutritious and delicious. Whether you are cooking dal, sabzi, pulao or paratha, you need a good quality masala that can add flavor and aroma to your dishes.

That’s why we recommend Ravika Masala, a brand of spice powder and masala that offers a range of products for different veg dishes. Ravika Masala is made from natural ingredients, without any artificial flavors, colors or preservatives. It is also hygienically packed and easy to use.

Ravika Dal Masala

Dal is a staple food in India that is rich in protein and fiber. It can be made with different types of lentils, such as moong, masoor, toor, chana or urad. To make dal more flavorful and aromatic, you need a good dal masala.

Ravika Dal Masala is a perfect blend of spices that can make your dal more delicious and fragrant. It contains ingredients like coriander, cumin, red chilli, turmeric, salt, garlic, ginger, onion, asafoetida and more. You can use it for any type of dal, such as dal tadka, dal fry or dal makhani.

To make dal tadka with Ravika Dal Masala, you need to follow these simple steps:

Wash and soak moong dal for 20 minutes. Drain and pressure cook with water, salt and turmeric for 3 to 4 whistles or until soft.

Heat oil or ghee in a pan and add cumin seeds. When they crackle, add chopped garlic, ginger and green chillies. Sauté for a few minutes.

Add chopped tomatoes and cook until soft.

Add Ravika Dal Masala and sauté for a few seconds.

Add the cooked dal and mix well. Adjust the salt and water as per your preference.

Simmer for 10 minutes on low flame.

Heat oil or ghee in another pan and add mustard seeds. When they crackle, add curry leaves and red chillies. Fry for a few seconds.

Pour this tempering over the dal and garnish with chopped coriander leaves.

Serve hot with rice or roti.

Ravika Sabji Masala

Sabji is a term used for various types of vegetable dishes that are cooked with spices and masalas. It can be made with different types of vegetables, such as potato, cauliflower, carrot, beans, peas or mushroom. To make sabji more tasty and colorful, you need a good sabji masala.

Ravika Sabji Masala is a special blend of spices that can make your sabji more tasty and colorful. It contains ingredients like coriander, red chilli, turmeric, salt, garlic, ginger, onion, fenugreek, cumin, black pepper and more. You can use it for any type of sabji, such as aloo gobi, gajar matar or mushroom masala.

To make aloo gobi with Ravika Sabji Masala, you need to follow these simple steps:

Wash and cut potatoes and cauliflower into medium-sized pieces. Boil them in salted water for 10 minutes or until half-cooked. Drain and keep aside.

Heat oil in a pan and add cumin seeds. When they crackle, add chopped onion and sauté until golden brown.

Add ginger-garlic paste and sauté for a few minutes.

Add Ravika Sabji Masala and sauté for a few seconds.

Add the boiled potatoes and cauliflower and mix well. Sprinkle some water if needed.

Cover the pan with a lid and cook on low flame for 15 minutes or until the vegetables are cooked through.

Garnish with chopped coriander leaves and serve hot with roti or paratha.

Ravika Pulao Masala

Pulao is a rice dish that is cooked with spices, vegetables and nuts. It is a simple and satisfying meal that can be enjoyed on its own or with raita or curry. To make pulao more flavorful and aromatic, you need a good pulao masala.

Ravika Pulao Masala is a unique blend of spices that can make your pulao more flavorful and aromatic. It contains ingredients like cardamom, cinnamon, cloves, bay leaf, cumin, coriander, turmeric, salt and more. You can use it for any type of pulao, such as veg pulao, matar pulao or paneer pulao.

To make veg pulao with Ravika Pulao Masala, you need to follow these simple steps:

Wash and soak basmati rice for 20 minutes. Drain and keep aside.

Heat oil or ghee in a large pot and fry cashew nuts until golden. Remove and keep aside.

In the same oil or ghee, add Ravika Pulao Masala and sauté for a few seconds.

Add chopped vegetables of your choice (such as carrot, beans, peas, cauliflower, etc.) and fry for a few minutes.

Add water as required and bring to a boil. Add salt as per your taste.

Add the soaked rice and mix well. Lower the heat and cover the pot with a lid.

Cook until the rice is fluffy and the water is absorbed.

Fluff with a fork and garnish with fried cashew nuts and raisins.

Serve hot with raita or curry.

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Taste of India: Unveiling the Vibrant Food Scene in Ubud

Bali is one of the most stunning destinations in Indonesia. It boasts a vibrant culture with a wide range of activities for everyone, making it one of the hottest tourist destinations in the world.

If you are vacationing on the exotic island of Bali and looking for mouth-watering Indian food to gorge on, we’ve got you covered. Punjabi Grill is an exclusive Indian restaurant in Balithat offers exceptional delicacies from Punjab and other parts of the subcontinent. This restaurant pays homage to the sumptuous flavors of Indian cuisine by serving you the most authentic dishes.

Before we look at how Punjabi Grill truly offers the best Indian food in Ubud, let us discuss why Indian cuisine is one of the most famous cuisines worldwide.

Flavour: Indian food is known for its wholesome flavors, ranging from spicy to sweet, sour, bitter, and tangy—the diversity and variety of the flavors set Indian food apart from the rest.

Taste: Indian cuisine consists of recipes that differ significantly in taste but are all equally delicious and aromatic. There are delicacies to suit everyone’s palate.

Ingredients: Indian recipes have been passed down the generations for centuries. These recipes use ingredients known for their natural properties and health benefits. The authentic spices used in Indian food greatly benefit our bodies and taste palate.

Health benefits: The ingredients used in Indian delicacies boast several scientific uses and health benefits. Many recipes utilize the ancient practice of Ayurveda to create a balanced and healthy meal.

Hence Indian cuisine is well-known worldwide for its diverse taste, rich flavors and exotic spices. So if you are holidaying in Bali but crave Indian food, Punjabi Grill is the ideal option. It boasts recipes with signature spices that lead to the best Indian food in Kuta.

Here is a detailed guide to Punjabi Grill and what is offered on its menu:

Soups and Raita: Punjabi Grill stirs up a wide range of soups, such as chicken clear soup, tomato soup, dal shorba, and mushroom pudina. It also offers various options of raita that are good for digestion, like cucumber raita, mixed raita, and boondi raita.

Tandoori dishes: Punjabi Grill whips up charred and smoky flavors directly from their tandoor, with dishes like tandoori chicken, Afghani chicken, tangri kebab, kalmi kebab, and burnt garlic tikka.

Vegetarian dishes: If you are strictly vegetarian, this restaurant also offers delicious vegetarian dishes like paneer banjara tikka, dal makhani, veg platter, aloo matar, and navratan kurma.

Non-vegetarian dishes: Punjabi Grill specializes in Indian non-veg delicacies like chicken do pyaza, mutton vindaloo, prawn curry, kadai chicken, fish tikka masala and egg curry.

Rice and flatbread: This eatery has multiple options for rice, such as vegetable pulao, chicken fried rice and vegetable biryani. The eatery also prepares flatbread options like garlic naan, stuffed naan, Amritsari missi roti, lacha paratha and many more.

Indo-Chinese dishes: You need to consider Punjabi Grill, a North-Indian restaurant. If you crave Indo-Chinese, this restaurant has some delicious choices. They offer Schezwan fried rice, Veg Manchurian, Chicken 65 and other delicacies.

Conclusion

Punjabi Grill boasts exceptional staff like professionally trained Indian chefs who bring the trademark flavors of India to Bali. This restaurant whips up the most renowned recipes from India, their aromatic flavors completely unparalleled. With polite and cooperative staff and an atmospheric ambiance, Punjabi Grill should be your first choice if you are looking for the best Indian food in Ubud for a remarkable dinner on the island.

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Authentic Matar Paneer Recipe: How to Cook Delicious North Indian Curry at Home.

Hey guys here is the home way to cook matar panner... please try this recipe and do share your feedbacks.

Matar Paneer is the most common and most popular North Indian Dish. This north Indian dish is made with peas and paneer, a type of Indian cheese. One can enjoy this flavorful vegetarian dish with naan, roti, or rice. Here’s How to make it Ingredients: 1 cup Cubed paneer. 1 cup frozen peas 1 Chopped onion. 2 chopped tomatoes. 1 tablespoon ginger, grated 1 tablespoon garlic, minced 1 green…

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Mythological Inspirations: Matar Paneer Cookie Edition

So, where did Matar Paneer- nah I don't feel like making this joke again. Indian curry dish + crazy lion lady + demon slaying goofball pretty boy. BOOM.

Next installment of "Merchant rants about how far she went designing these fankids into a void for 10 hours"

Same as/with/for Pepper Jack, I researched and took inspiration from Egyptian and Hindu mythology while drafting up Matar Paneer. If Golden Cheese is Ra, and Burning Spice is Shiva, and Pepper Jack is the bennu bird + Ganesha... what does that make our little lady here?

Remember how Shiva has two sons? Jack is already one, so Paneer is, naturally, the other one. She takes after Kartikeya, second son of Shiva and Parvati, god of war and victory.

Kartikeya's primary color is red. So Paneer's is, as well. It's her favorite color and what she likes to wear the most. (It's also partially because of Burning Spice lol. Red will always = Papa to her to some degree)

Kartikeya is armed with a divine spear called Vel, which was a gift from his mother. Though Paneer wields and favors her katar, she will one day carry a spear alongside them, also a gift from her own mother (can't wait to tell that story haha)

One of Kartikeya's symbols is a peacock; this is because he has a giant peacock (named Paravani) as a mount. Likewise, I had Paneer befriend a peacock, which will one day grow big enough for her to ride around on herself (can't wait to tell that story either! I personally like my little interpretation of Paravani. Matar Paneer and her little bird bestie haha)

Kartikeya has a very innocent and playful personality; he's quite silly and mischievous, and likes to mess with things for fun (ex: messing with planets' orbits, stacking mountains on top of each other, stopping the flow of the Ganges river, etc). Paneer is quite similar (something else I didn't know beforehand, I swear. Paneer being a little gremlin just like the god she ends up taking after is another happy coincidence), going on little adventures and making messes and having... destructive tendencies like her Papa lol. (But she never means any harm. She's a good kid, she's just a bit impulsive and reckless)

Sometimes, Kartikeya is depicted with six heads (varies by scripture). Bit of a stretch, but I thought of having Paneer own six masks, each one wildly different from the other, that she'll often wear for fun. (I'll explain this better in another post)

Kartikeya is credited with defeating many monsters and demons, minor and major. So Paneer will grow up to become a renowned demon slayer, just like him (spoiling the end of her story there lol)

Golden Cheese is clearly inspired by Ra, Egyptian god of the sun and head of the pantheon (it's extra obvious with her Awakened form lol). The stories vary wildly from what I've seen, but the most baseline concept is that Ra has 3 daughters. Believing her to be the most fitting, I chose to have Paneer take after Sekhmet, Egyptian goddess of war, chaos, plague and medicine.

Sekhmet's primary color is also red. More red for our little lady. (All the war gods like red, so predictable smh)

Sekhmet is extremely violent and bloodthirsty, as her profession suggests. Born from the fire in Ra's eye, her main purpose in life is to protect him, help uphold cosmic order, and punish mortals for disobedience towards either. Paneer is... quite temperamental lol. Very strong-willed, very easily frustrated, very emotional. Fiercely protective of those she loves. And she can be... vengeful. Very, very vengeful. I will not elaborate further because it's spoilery as fuck lol

Like most of the other gods, Sekhmet is a furry part animal, with a woman's body and a lioness's head. Also a bit of a stretch, but... a certain young lady is getting a lioness tattoo on her back when she's an adult, as a nod/homage haha. Also, Golden Cheese's special nickname for her is "little lioness"

Sekhmet is often depicted with a lotus in one hand, and an ankh in the other. There, now you know why Paneer has a lotus in her hair lol (she's also getting an ankh tattoo when she's an adult, on her left wrist since that's the hand Sekhmet is always seen using to hold it (Paneer is getting a lot of tattoos when she's older, as you can see))

The Egyptians very much believed in names having power (common idea in the ancient world, really, but they were extra into it), so Sekhmet, like all the other gods, has like a billion names lol. To keep things simple (I counted 15 names the first time I looked into her and I'm pretty sure there's more), Paneer only gets a few: "Red Lady" (this one in particular), "Lady of Slaughter", "Mistress of Dread" and "She Before Whom Evil Trembles". The first three, people in general give her as a result of her actions/accomplishments (demon slayer, remember?) and are meant in a positive, reverent way (sometimes with a small touch of fear, admittedly). The last one is what High Priest Cheesenbird calls her. He has a term of affection/endearment for both children

Sekhmet can breathe fire; in fact, the Ancient Egyptians often credited/associated her with the hot desert winds because of it. I think I said this before already, but Paneer is a fire breather, too (she can light her hands and feet on fire, as well. Not a full-on firebender but not too far away)

In an interesting contradiction, Sekhmet is a goddess of both disease and medicine. She's bitter and wrathful, and causes plague outbreaks as a form of punishment for mankind... but she cures them, too. She's feared and looked to for salvation at the same time. She's even considered a patroness of physicians and healers. So... Perhaps our little firebreather has a hidden knack for healing, too. A secret power. One that's only noticed by another healer who would know how to spot and nurture such a talent *cough*Pure Vanilla*cough*. Maybe. Perhaps 🤔🤔🤔🤔🤔

Also, here's some doodles of more general things just because

There's little Paravani lol. Hopefully I actually start improving as an artist eventually, so I can draw Paravani better (or more in line with how he looks in my head. I don't really want a regular looking peacock, that's boring)

There's the little cheese lotus Paneer wears in her hair. Just used the one in the Golden Cheese Kingdom decor set as a reference 😅

Ankhs r cool 2 draw. Also, fun fact: they symbolize immortality and reincarnation. Reminds you of her mom, doesn't it? Haha

Tried to draw her katar (Indian knives. Basically Wolverine claws). They were a gift from Cilantro Cobra (she's alive and well in my personal canon ok 😫), and she went the extra mile to have little symbols engraved in both. Burning Spice's in one, Golden Cheese's in the other

She's supposed to have little green earrings that look like green peas ("matar" means green pea, "paneer" is the Indian cheese. Literally "green pea cheese" lol). Her design references the food she's supposed to be a lot more than Jack's, I think

Ok I'm done now. I'm sorry this post was so late. I'm also sorry this is all on paper and in shitty ass lighting, me no have drawing tablet. Thank you for coming to my TED Talk

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#precookingkitchen #matarpaneer #matarpaneerinhindi 

Today I will show you the secret recipe for delicious Matar Paneer at home, which is very simple and will be made in less time. I have made tasty matar paneer without cream and cashew paste. All the ingredients used in this Step by Step Matar Paneer Recipe are easily available at home and this recipe is super easy way of making best Matar Paneer. 

 Preparation time - 20 minutes 

Serving - 5-6 Person 

 Matar Paneer Recipe, Matar Paneer Recipe in Hindi, Matar Paneer Recipe with cashew paste, Matar Paneer Without cream, Restaurant Style Matar Paneer Recipe by precookingkitchen 

 Ingredients: Paneer - 200gm Onion - 1 Garlic paste - tbsp Ginger paste - 2 tbsp Tomato - 2 Black cardamom-1 Cumin seeds -1 tsp Haldi powder -  1tsp Mirch Powder - 1tsp Cumin powder - 1.5 tsp Coriander powder-1/2 tsp curd - 2 tbsp garam masala powder-1/3 tsp Cooking oil-4 tbsp Salt to taste

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Matar paneer without onion garlic recipe know how to make it at home in hindi: Recipe: Recipe: नवरात्रि में बनाएं बिना प्याज मटर पनीर की टेस्टी सब्जी, जानिए बनाने का सिंपल तरीका

Matar paneer without onion garlic recipe know how to make it at home in hindi: Recipe: Recipe: नवरात्रि में बनाएं बिना प्याज मटर पनीर की टेस्टी सब्जी, जानिए बनाने का सिंपल तरीका

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शारदीय नवरात्रि चल रहे हैं। ऐसे में मां दुर्गा को प्रसन्न करने के लिए अधिकतर लोग फलाहारी व्रत रहते हैं। इसके साथ ही कई ऐसे लोग है जो नवरात्रि के दिनों में लहसुन-प्याज सेवन करना शुभ नहीं मानते हैं। ऐसे में हम सोचते है कि बिना प्याज और…

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Do you have any advice for self-care to use specifically when you are angry and frustrated by torture apologia? Or even more so when being dismissed when confronting others because they think you are not smart, too emotional, not having enough applicable background, etc. I wanted to keep this general. I know you posted about taking breaks and keeping up your mental health but I could not find anything about ways to deal with anger that don’t involve confronting others, especially if it is culturally frowned upon. Thank you for your hard work with this blog.

Well duck, I uh mostly deal with anger by running this blog.

 I’m honestly not sure that I deal with anger well. I try and I’m working on it but I know I struggle to stay calm and polite when something infuriates me. I’m also a lot better at communicating in a helpful, patient and articulate fashion in writing then I am in person.

 Keep in mind that you do not have to have these conversations every time someone is spouting torture apologia.

 Spreading awareness is great! Educating others is great!

 But (and I really can not stress this enough) it is not your job to correct everyone. It is not your job to ‘fix’ people. It is not your job to persuade others they should care.

 Pick your battles. Engage with people who you think you can have a genuine conversation with. Remember that when you’re talking politics (and torture is political) then the aim is not to convert the people on the extreme ends: it’s to persuade the people who are on the fence.

 And if you really want to engage with people engage about the things they care about. If you’re talking to someone who believes in law and order or justice as retribution then talk about how torture puts police at risk and how it leads to innocent people landing in jail. If you’re talking to people who are concerned with safety in their neighbourhoods talk about how torture can serve as a recruiting factor for extremist groups and gangs. If they’re concerned about public health and the treatment of the mentally ill talk about how torture causes life long health problems and how that takes away from the economy.

 Aim at the level where people are willing to engage with you.

 If people take issue with your level of education or subject and question how you can know this stuff; act like an academic would. Cite your sources.

 ‘Well Rejali who studied this for years and created one of the most detailed analysis of global torture we have-’ ‘O’Mara, who studies the brain and how trauma impacts it,’ ‘Morgan, who put US marines through a mock interrogation with mild levels of stress and found-’ ‘Shalev who studies solitary confinement-’ ‘Sironi who is a psychologist and has interviewed hundreds of torturers-’ ‘Kara who produced the largest data base of interviews with modern slaves-’

 Repressing your anger, tapping it down, is not a good idea. As with most negative emotions it’s healthier to let yourself feel them and work through them.

 It’s also important to recognise that while there are real reasons for your feelings you can not always do anything about them. And there comes a point where you have to deal with that. The things that anger us and hurt us are not always things we can actually personally effect. Changing public opinion takes decades and is the work of thousands of people, not one individual.

 I feel like those of us who are not from the West have a bit of an advantage here, because sitting with that anger and learning when and how to put it aside is something you grow up with.

 Having support helps a lot. Having people you can talk to about this stuff is incredibly important. And I am so grateful to all of the people I know who support me in this: the court journalists, philosophers, writers and researchers who I can discuss this with. I also get a lot from reading about the successes around the world, modern or historical. They’re out there.

 Martial arts have also helped me a lot over the years. Capoeira helped me a lot but given the pandemic it isn’t a great idea right now. But a pair of boxing pads and a willing house mate are definitely a good way to get out some anger. Thumb on the outside of your fist, never inside your fingers. Keep it close to your body, fist at your hip, thumb upwards. Twist as you punch so your thumb faces down as you connect with the pad. Make sure to move your hips.

 Don’t do what I did at uni and try to use a pillow instead of proper pads. You’ll end up bruised.

 Right now, without a decent capoeira group and a lockdown in place, I do push ups.

 If you have a garden dig. Plant young trees, if you’re in the northern hemisphere (it’s the wrong time in the southern hemisphere.) Dig a vegetable patch. Make an area of wild flowers by cutting and tearing out the grass, raking the ground and scattering native plant seeds in the mud.

 Take all the electric whisks out of the kitchen and make a cake. Cream the butter until it feels like your arm will fall off.

 Make a curry from scratch without a blender. I use a granite pestle and mortar and it takes several batches and several hours to grind a proper paste. I’m a big fan of Matar Paneer and it freezes well giving some tasty work lunches for a week or so.

 Make bread. I’m not very good at this but the kneading, layering and mixing all take a lot of work. Which can be a very good outlet. I wish I could give you a paratha recipe but the truth is my skill level is no where near high enough to attempt the best breads. (I buy mine frozen.)

 The advantage I’ve found from all of these outlets is they’re constructive. Boxing and push ups will make you stronger, whatever skill level you start at. Gardening will give you fruit, vegetables or wonderful flowers in a few months time. It’ll give you new knowledge of plants. Cooking any of the things I’ve suggested will give you wonderful food and more skills.

 I always try to find something constructive to do with my anger. I think there’s a tendency to portray anger as bad in and of itself rather then having a conversation about how we act on our anger.

 I also can’t stress enough how writing can help. Fiction is an excellent way to process our feelings and express why we feel the way we do.

 The piece of fanfiction I’m currently writing has one of the characters dealing with a traumatic brain injury. Writing this character struggling to communicate what he’s going through and trying to come to terms with his limits while the people around him are looking at him and saying ‘well you don’t look disabled-’ It’s helped me process a lot of my anger over how I’m treated because of my mental health problems and the dumb, unnecessary barriers that make my life more difficult.

 What’s the root of the anger here? When you know that, you can address it with words. You can construct a story that will explore it. You can see it through the lense of different characters. And that really helps process it.

 I hope that helps :)

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