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Boda Kakarakaya Dum Biryani | Spiny Gourd Biryani

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Boda Kakarakaya Dum Biryani | Spiny Gourd Biryani

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Boda Kakarakaya Dum Biryani

Prep Time

45 mins

Cook Time

30 mins

  Let's explore the creation of a special dum biryani crafted with spiny gourd. We all recognize the incredible health benefits of spiny gourd, making it a must-eat when in season. Try preparing this vegetarian Boda Kakarakaya Dum Biryani for your family, and they are sure to request it every week!

Course: Dinner, Lunch

Cuisine: Indian

Keyword: Aa Kakarakaya Dum Biryani, Boda Kakarakaya Dum Biryani

Servings: 4 people

Ingredients

1/4 kg Spiny Gourd

2 cups Basmathi Rice

1 cup Brown Onions (fried)

1 cup Coriander Leaves

1 cup Mint Leaves

1/4 cup Curd

1 tbsp Coriander Seeds

6-7 Dried Chilies

1/4 tsp Pepper

2 tbsp Dried Coconut

1 tbsp Dried Fenugreek Leaves

2 tbsp Tamarind Pulp

1 tsp Chili Powder

1/2 tsp Garam Masala Powder

1 1/2 tsp Ginger Garlic Paste

1/2 tsp Turmerc Powder

1/2 cup Milk

1/8 tsp Saffron

Salt

3 tbsp Clarified Butter or Ghee

2 tbsp Oil

Garam Masala

2-3 Bay Leaves

1 tsp Shahjeera

2-3 Cinnamon Stick Pieces

5-6 Cloves

4 Cardamom

1 Star Anise

1 Black Stone Flower

Instructions

Begin by washing and soaking 2 cups of basmati rice for 30 minutes.

In this recipe, I've used 1/4 kg of spiny gourd. Make slits, and if the spiny gourd is too ripe, remove the seeds.

Now, let's prepare the masala for the biryani. Heat a pan and add 1 tbsp coriander seeds.

Add 1 tsp cumin seeds, 4-5 dried chilies, and fry until they change color.

Next, add 1/4 tsp peppercorns, 2 tbsp dried coconut pieces, and turn off the stove.

Now, add 1 tbsp dried fenugreek leaves and mix. Powder these ingredients in a mixer jar.

Next on the agenda is frying the spiny gourd. Heat 2 tbsp oil in a pan.

Add the slit spiny gourd.Fry for 4-5 minutes on low flame. If the spiny gourds are large, they need to be steamed or boiled before frying.

Cut off the stove after the color changes.

To a mixing bowl, add 1/4 cup curd.

Add 2 tbsp tamarind pulp, salt to taste, 1 tsp chili powder, prepared masala powder, 1/2 tsp garam masala powder, 1 1/2 tsp ginger-garlic paste, 2 dried chilies, and mix.

Next, add 1/2 tsp turmeric powder and mix.

Now, add the fried spiny gourd and mix.

Then, add brown onions, coriander leaves, and mint leaves. Let it sit for a while. In the meantime, let's cook the rice.

Fill more than half of the pan with water and heat it.

Add 1 tsp salt, 2-3 bay leaves, 1 tsp shahjeera, 2-3 cinnamon stick pieces, 5-6 cloves, 4 cardamom, 1 small star anise piece, 1 black stone flower, and let the water simmer.

As the water starts to simmer, add the soaked rice.

Let the rice simmer until it is about 70% cooked. The rest will be cooked in the dum. Strain off the water.

Now, let's prepare the dum layers.

Take a pan with a thick base and spread 2 tbsp clarified butter or ghee on the base.

Add the marinated spiny gourd mixture to the bottom.

Next, add a little water and then add the rice.

Sprinkle brown onions on top along with coriander leaves and mint leaves.

Also, add some clarified butter or ghee on top.

To 1/2 cup warm milk, add a pinch of saffron and mix. This step is optional.

Pour this milk on the rice.

Place a heavy lid on to ensure no vapor comes out of the pan.

Seal off the edges with dough.

Now, we have to cook the dum biryani for 5 minutes on high flame, then, 5 minutes on low flame. Afterward, place a thick flat pan between the flame and biryani pot and cook for an additional 8 minutes on high flame.

Cut off the stove and open the lid after 5 minutes. You'll notice that the leaves have also changed color.

Boda kakarakaya dum biryani or spiny gourd biryani is now ready to serve!

Enjoy it hot with gravy or raita!

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₊˚⊹｡ see me through the morning glow | gojo satoru

wc: 1.0k summary: you and gojo have a slow morning.  contains: f!reader in mind, suggestive if you squint, food descriptions. a/n: unedited, i honestly dk what this is i just really needed to get this out of my system! this is how i cope with 236.

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You slip out of bed faced with the promise of sunlight. 

The curtains in your bedroom radiate a glow that bounces off the man lying next to you; it’s soft, near-white, almost ethereal, the color of his skin, hair, and bones. His back is exposed, arm reaching out over the (now) empty space beside him—the crinkles and folds where you once were. 

You’ve always thought your bedroom had good lighting, and now you can confirm why: in the shadows, deepening the line that runs down his spine; in the highlights, guiding your eyes to the pockets of muscle behind his shoulders. 

You look away, trying your best not to stare; the only reason he’s undressed is because of a cold sweat, from the nightmares—and the very need for skin-to-skin, to ground him in your touch. 

On mornings like this, you let Gojo sleep in. 

(Because you’re lucky if he can fall back asleep again). 

It’s slow today—no work, no missions that need you or him. It’s your favorite kind of day, and Gojo’s too (once he wakes up and smells the waffles you’ve prepared, double topped with whipped cream and maple syrup—his special, of course). 

A steady stream of warmth flows through the window to your kitchen countertop, the marble glimmering as light hits. The material was his choice; you don’t care much for glamor but Gojo likes pretty things—you especially, he likes to say. 

The batter is quick to prepare, a recipe you’ve done many times before, so you ladle it into the waffle maker before letting it set on its own. Then, you grab a pan to heat up, spooning in last night’s leftover rice, some soy sauce, and mirin, adding salt to taste, as needed. A standard fried rice breakfast, with a yolk to mix in later. 

The sound of his footsteps are concealed by the sizzles of the pan in front of you, but you’re caught off guard by arms wrapped around your waist, and his chin nestling itself into your shoulder as he nuzzles you. 

He’s still shirtless, you notice, so you inch backwards in case of any oil spatter. 

“Good sleep?” you mumble, certain that he heard you. 

He hums, before whispering, lips tickling the edges of your ear on purpose, pouting, “Not anymore when you left.” 

This man—a giant baby, puffed cheeks with long limbs hunched over you. 

Your big baby. 

Despite his whines, he’s telling the truth, you know, and you feel warm because of it, affection seeping in the cracks between his arms and the kitchen stove. 

You blow on a spoonful of rice before lifting it up to his lips. Gojo’s breakfasts are always sweet, but every time you cook, he looks forward to this: waiting right behind you to be fed over your shoulder.

His review will always be the same, of course, everything you touch turns out good. 

He reaches for the waffle maker with one hand while the other keeps you close, and you plate his little breakfast for him, whipped cream with little hearts drawn in maple syrup. 

You grab a bowl for your rice and sit by the counter, Gojo sitting thigh-to-thigh beside you despite the abundance of space around you. 

You realize then, that Gojo tends to hover. 

Not necessarily in a bad way, just that, he does it all the time—always wanting to be near.  

And for someone so perceiving, practically all-seeing, he doesn’t really have to for him to know what you’re up to, but with every opportunity he has, he never misses a moment to be close to you.

When you wash the dishes by the sink, he stays beside you, shoulder-to-shoulder, even when the sink is wide enough to accommodate him a few inches farther. 

Even the walk to the bathroom has him tailing you, following your footsteps as he traces the footprints of slow mornings with you. 

Your bathroom counter has two sinks, but of course, today, he chooses to stay by yours. 

“Skincare?” you raise a tub of face mask. 

He doesn’t need it, but you love pampering him, so he nods, whatever you want. 

You struggle for a bit (he’s just too tall), so he picks you up by the waist and rests you on the bathroom counter, against the mirror.

He stays in the space between your legs, hands flat against your thighs. His thumb kneads your skin gently, and any other time, this position would end very differently, but there’s a look he’s giving you—all words without speaking. 

And—

“Quit staring,” you mumble, turning shy. You’re about to rub the product onto his cheeks, under his eyes. 

“What, I can’t look at you?” he moves closer, keeping his eyes locked on you as he rubs circles on your thighs. 

“No, you can, but,” you swallow, “you’re looking at me like that.”

“Like what?” his brows furrow. 

“Like that.” you sigh, gesturing to his face. 

“Like I love you?” 

And it is like that. Like he loves you. That’s why he says it so casually. 

Because he does. 

You stay quiet, stunned, before you clear your throat and finish up the final area on his face. 

“Yeah.” you mumble, reaching over to wash your hands on the sink. 

Gojo waits for you to finish before he takes a small towel to dry your hands with it. 

“As if you don’t know.” he scoffs, pulling you closer to the edge of the counter. 

He’s right—it’s been said before, but there’s something else in his eyes right now, shiny and devoted, as if this is all he could ever want. As if you, on this slow morning, in this too-big bathroom is all he could ever need. 

But he doesn’t say anything. At least, not what he really means. 

“Not my fault you’re so pretty today,” he adds on, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.

It should be funny, that he’s telling you all this with a mask slathered all over his face, but his compliments always speak to the depths of you, even when you don’t expect them to. 

His fingers mold against your cheek, to your ears, down to the back of your head, bringing you closer until he kisses you softly, a gentle peck. 

Bits of the face mask transfer to your nose and you giggle, wiping it off. 

“Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, they say.” you joke.

Gojo smiles, that look on his face, “Good for you then, you’re the only one I see.”

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Pairing: Lando Norris x reader, Max Fewtrell x reader (besties) Words: 1620 Summary: Y/N’s attempts to make spring rolls for Lando to make him feel better and Max saves the day. Masterlist

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Y/N stood in the kitchen, feeling increasingly overwhelmed as the ingredients piled up around her. She had watched countless YouTube videos and read recipe after recipe but nothing had prepared her for the chaos unfolding before her eyes. The rice paper wrappers kept tearing, the vegetables were unevenly chopped and the dipping sauce didn’t taste anything like it was supposed to.

Max Fewtrell was leaning against the counter, watching his and Lando's best friend, trying his best to hide his amusement. "You sure you don’t want to just order these? I can make the call in two seconds."

"No, Max," Y/N replied, her voice wavering as she struggled to keep her composure. "Lando loves these and after the weekend he had I really want to do something special for him. He’s always so supportive of me and I want to be there for him too."

Max noticed the slight tremor in her voice and softened his tone. "I get it, Y/N. But… you look like you’re about to have a meltdown. Are you sure this is worth it?"

Y/N swallowed hard, feeling the pressure building in her chest. "I just… I just want it to be perfect. He deserves something nice after this race I thought this would be easy, but…" Her voice cracked and she blinked rapidly, trying to keep the tears at bay.

Max’s grin faded as he realized how upset she was. He moved closer, gently taking the knife out of her hand before she could accidentally cut herself. “It’s okay. It doesn’t have to be perfect."

Y/N shook her head, her frustration spilling over as tears welled up in her eyes. "But everything is going wrong, Max! The wrappers keep tearing, the sauce tastes awful and I’ve made such a mess. I just wanted to do something nice for him and I’m screwing it all up!"

Max quickly wrapped her in a hug, rubbing her back soothingly. "Shh, it’s okay. You’re doing great, Y/N. You’re trying and that’s what counts. Lando is going to appreciate this no matter what."

Y/N buried her face in his shoulder, trying to calm down. "But what if he hates it? What if it just makes him feel worse?"

"There’s no way he’s going to hate it. He cares about you and he’s going to see how much effort you put into this. Trust me, it’s going to cheer him up."

She sniffled, wiping her eyes with the back of her hand. "I just don’t want to let him down."

"You won’t," Max assured her. "Besides, if the spring rolls don’t turn out, we’ll just distract him with something else. Like ordering pizza. That always works."

Y/N managed a small laugh, feeling a bit of the tension release. "Thanks, Max. I’m just… I’m so bad at this and I wanted it to be perfect."

Max smiled and gently wiped away a tear that had escaped down her cheek. "Perfection is overrated. And honestly, it’s pretty amazing that you’re doing this at all, considering how much you hate cooking."

Y/N sniffled again, finally allowing herself to smile. "Yeah, I guess I don’t have the best track record in the kitchen, do I?"

"Not exactly," Max teased, "but that’s what makes this so special. You’re doing something outside your comfort zone because you care. And that’s what’s going to mean the most to Lando."

After calming Y/N down Max glanced at the mess on the counter and rolled up his sleeves. "Alright, let’s do this together. We’ll make these spring rolls the best they can be."

"You’re going to help? I thought you were just here to laugh at my misery,” Y/N looked at him, surprised.

"Laughing was fun but seeing you this upset isn’t. Let’s turn this around."

With Max’s help, the kitchen felt a lot less chaotic. He took over the trickier parts, like handling the delicate rice paper wrappers, while Y/N focused on chopping the vegetables, much more evenly this time under Max’s watchful eye. They worked together, laughing as they went and slowly but surely, the spring rolls began to take shape.

"This isn’t so bad when you’ve got someone to help," Y/N admitted as she watched Max expertly roll up another spring roll. "I might actually survive this."

Max grinned. "Teamwork makes the dream work, right? Plus, I’ve made these a few times before, so I’ve got a few tricks up my sleeve."

"Of course you have," Y/N said with a smile, shaking her head in mock exasperation. "Is there anything you haven’t done?"

"Cooking is all about confidence," Max replied, handing her a finished spring roll to place on the plate. "And a little bit of improvisation."

Soon, they had a plate full of neatly rolled and fried spring rolls that looked almost professional. Y/N couldn’t believe it. "We actually did it," she said, a mix of relief and disbelief in her voice. "These look so much better than the ones I tried to make on my own."

Max gave her a playful nudge. "See? Told you it would be fine. And look, no tears and no fires. I’d say that’s a win."

"Thanks, Max. I couldn’t have done this without you."

"Anytime," Max said with a grin. "Now, let’s get this place cleaned up before Lando gets home and thinks we fought a war in here."

They quickly tidied up the kitchen, hiding the evidence of Y/N’s earlier disasters. Just as they finished they heard the front door open. Lando was home.

Y/N exchanged a quick, nervous glance with Max who gave her a reassuring nod. She took a deep breath as Lando walked into the kitchen, looking tired but happy to be home.

The moment Lando saw the plate of spring rolls on the table, his eyes widened in surprise. "You made spring rolls?" he asked, almost shocked. "They look… amazing!"

Y/N blushed, feeling a mix of pride and relief. "Yeah… well, Max helped a lot."

Lando turned to Max, raising an eyebrow. "You helped?"

Max grinned and shrugged nonchalantly. "What can I say? I’m a man of many talents."

Lando shook his head in disbelief, a smile spreading across his face. "I honestly didn’t think you’d be able to pull this off. Not after last time…"

Y/N laughed, feeling the tension finally lift. "Yeah, it was touch-and-go for a while there but Max saved the day."

Lando walked over to the table, picking up one of the spring rolls and examining it with curiosity. "These look perfect. I can’t believe you guys actually did it."

Max leaned back against the counter, crossing his arms with a satisfied smile. "I told you, teamwork makes the dream work."

Lando took a bite of the spring roll, his eyes widening in surprise and delight. "These are really good!" He turned to Y/N, his expression softening. "Thank you, Y/N. This really means a lot."

Y/N smiled, feeling a warmth spread through her chest. "You’ve had a rough race and I know how much you love these."

Lando reached out and pulled her into a hug. "You’re the best, you know that? And Max," he added, glancing over her shoulder at their friend, "you’re alright too."

Max chuckled, waving off the compliment. "I try."

As they sat down at the table Lando couldn’t stop smiling. The spring rolls were more than just food, they were a reminder of how much Y/N cared about him. He picked up another one, savoring the taste, and looked over at her with a softness in his eyes that hadn’t been there earlier.

"You know," Lando said, his voice thick with emotion. "I’ve been feeling pretty low after this weekend and this… this is exactly what I needed."

Y/N smiled, her heart swelling with warmth. "I'm just glad you like them, I was worried they'd turn out horrible."

"They’re perfect," Lando reassured her grabbing her hand, his gaze never leaving hers.

Max, who had been watching the exchange with a smirk, finally chimed in. "You know, Lando, this whole thing was Y/N’s idea from the start. She was determined to make these for you, no matter what. I was just here to stop the kitchen from burning down. She even got a bit emotional when things weren’t going right."

Y/N shot Max a playful glare but Lando’s expression softened even more. "You really did all this… for me?"

Y/N nodded, feeling a bit shy under his intense gaze. "Of course, I did. You mean a lot to me, Lando. I couldn’t just sit back and do nothing after the weekend you had."

Lando let go of her hand, but only so he could pull her into a tight hug. "Thank you, Y/N. For everything. You always know how to make me feel better, even when I don’t deserve it."

Y/N hugged him back, resting her head on his shoulder. "You always deserve it, Lando."

Max watched them with a grin, leaning back in his chair. "Well, I’d say my work here is done. You two are disgustingly cute, you know that?"

Lando laughed, finally releasing Y/N but keeping one arm around her shoulders. "You’re just jealous, Max."

Max pretended to think about it for a moment before shaking his head. "Nah, I’m just happy I got a free meal out of it."

Y/N rolled her eyes but she couldn’t help laughing along with them. Lando kept sneaking glances at Y/N, his heart full of appreciation for her. He couldn’t believe how lucky he was to have someone who cared about him so deeply, someone who would go through so much effort just to see him smile.

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AN: Something not Noah/Lando related for once lol I just had to write a little comfort piece, he looked so sad in the cool down room 😥

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MOTHERS RECIPE

osamu wants to know you better than anyone else.

fluff, wc: 454, post-ts, not proof read

something always smelt good in you and osamus shared apartment. whether it’s when your boyfriend is making a new recipe for his onigiri shop or when he’s making dinner, you never fail to come trailing to the scent, practically floating as arms wrap around osamus waist, peaking from his side to watch skilled hands shape hot rice and cut up vegetables.

it was his love language of some sorts. he loved to cook and eat, and to share something so special to him with the ones he loved, it gave him a sense of pride. his ego would go up especially when it was you who complimented a new dish, noting how you eat the best part of a dish last and the least favorable pieces first. he’ll double the portion of your likes the next time.

today, however, the scent of the kitchen felt familiar with a hint of nostalgia. curious, your slippers skid on the wooden floors, peaking your head in the kitchen area. you knock on the wall to grab osamus attention, a smile forming on your lips.

“what’cha cookin’ ?”

“your favorite.”

you pause to think for a moment. you’ve had osamus top tier cooking for so long that you’ve forgotten what your favorite is. all the dishes your boyfriend had made all had equal rankings, so nothing specific comes to mind. tilting your head, you peak at the stove top and hum, trying to see if you could get any hints.

“can you be more specific …” you hear osamu chuckle and turn his head down to your direction, picking his phone up from the counter and waving it around.

“i was over at yer ma’s a while ago to help her clean and i picked up a few recipes after. she said this one was one of yer favorite, so ‘m tryin’ it out.”

oh, you feel like you’ve fallen in love all over again. your heart raced like how it did when you two first started dating back in high school, and that’s when you realized what he was cooking. osamu miya laughs at your reddened face and pokes your cheeks, finding it rather adorable, really.

“you’re are all red.”

“‘m not.”

osamu smirks and resumes his concentration back on the stove, feeling your arms wrap around his waist as you usually do. he feels your face rub against his back, mumbling incoherent sentences and how it smells so, so good.

“it’s almost done. we can try it togeth’r ‘n make a few others, yeah ?”

“sure.” you mumble, peeking your head out from his side and looking up, mumbling an ‘i love you’ as he does the same, shifting his body to kiss your forehead gently.

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johnnie loves applying your makeup, even though it's mainly just an excuse to get close to you, there's something about doing your eyeshadow for you that's so special to him. without you he'd clean his brushes way less and probably give himself an eye infection. it takes a while for him to do your full face because he's so distracted by you. he loves it even more when you do his.

i don't think he'd really get jealous easily. if you're casually talking to other guys and he gets a little insecure i feel like he'd try to deal with it on his own before he'd take it up with you. but if someone comes up to you and starts flirting and won't stop even after you tell them you're taken, he'll pull a stunt to shut them up and to show you off. as shy as he can be he'd make out with you in front of the whole world just to show that you're his and he's yours.

he's not good at cooking but he enjoys the process of making food. if you're not around he'll buy box mix baked goods or pre-marinated meat with microwave rice but if you're there and willing he'll attempt a recipe with you. even if you're terrible in the kitchen, he loves getting domestic with you.

i feel like he'd pick up a habit of stealing your clothes. something that reminds him of you, even if it's practically skin tight or if he's swimming in it. and vice versa, he loves seeing you in his clothes. sometimes he'll buy things he knows are your style just so they end up on you. when he hugs you and he can smell his cologne on you, he's so happy.

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short bf samu drabble 🍚

"whaddya think?"

he asks and wipes his hands with a small handkerchief as he leans on the spot on the counter next to you. his eyes gazing at you as he awaits your response.

"is it too salty? does it taste weird?"

he bombards you with questions and you muffled out something.

"mmfh, iwts- dhwood hmmf"

he chuckles as he puts a hand on the small of your back, leaning down to your height.

"sorry, love. finish it first then answer ma questions, kay?"

you nodded and continued to bite down the new onigiri recipe he had created. he smiles as he sees you enjoying his new onigiri recipe that he has been experimenting for the past couple of days.

you swallowed the last part of the onigiri.

"tastes amazing, samu!"

you exclaimed excitedly as he just grinned. his arms crossed as he looks at your messy lips.

"ya say that to everythin' i make. how am i supposed to know if i should sell it or na?"

he chuckles and wipes the rice stuck on your lips with his thumb, making you snicker at the sudden touch.

"can't help it, everything you make is good"

you grinned up at him and he just cups your cheeks with his hands.

"a might actually just make a new menu specially for ya"

he grins and presses his lips against your forehead to which you just smiled and enjoyed his lips on your skin.

"but i'm bein' serious ere'. a need some new stuff for ma shop. can't let it go bankrupt, yeah? or else ain't no one gonna spoil ya rotten"

he brings his calloused hand to your cheek and pinched it, making you yelp. you laughed and smacked his chest playfully before rolling your eyes.

"maybe you should sell all of those onigiris you did. i think your customers will love it"

"ya think so? bet they won't love it as much you love it"

"i know so"

you said proudly and crossed your arms with a small huff escaping your lips. he chuckled and wraps his strong arms sround your waist, pulling you close.

"am gonna put yer name on the menu. so the customers can thank ya for the new stuffs"

"what an honour"

he laughs at your words. he loves this atmosphere. the one filled with love. he loves seeing you enjoy his food and spend time with him like this. there's nothing else in this world he can ask for.

"should i make dinner for tonight?"

he scoffs at that, playfully rolling his eyes at you.

"an' let ma precious kitchen burn down? ain't no way that's gonna happen"

he presses a kiss on your pouty lips before turning away to grab some ingredients from the fridge.

"i only burnt it one time!"

he snickers and places the ingredients on the counter.

"yeah but you burnt water, honey. i didn't even think that was possible until you showed me"

you groaned at his tease and watch him roll up his sleeves to get ready to cook.

"don't forget to kiss the chef for a good meal"

his words were teasing as he looks at you with a toothy grin. you rolled your eyes and pressed a kiss on his cheek. he then started cooking as you played some music using your phone. he glances at you from time to time with a lovesick smile on his face.

and that was all he ever wanted in his life.