#bayleaves

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[longitudinalspacecat]

So for day 10 of @thepromptfoundry's march magic was "Accidental Magic" and I thought back to cooking and how things can go wrong verry quickly. I can imagine the same going for making potions as well. So I drew the frog wizard trying to concoct a potion, but will soon realize that the potion will be a mistake.

[borrelia]

i love throwing a bunch of spices and water in a pot to revive my freezerburned chicken :) the freezer is no match for cardamom and star anise...

[herbalsjoy]

5 Health benefits of Bay leaves

[justplainhappy-jph]

The cap on the bayleaf jar has holes that are too small for the bayleaves to get out

[druidicbrujo]

Ice Banishment spell

1. Take a photo of someone you don’t like or would want to be kept away from you.

2. For good measure, write their name, birthday and possibly even a tag lock taped/glued on if you can get it.

3. Put the picture in a container big enough to hold the photo and have it completely submerged in water.

4. Freeze the photo for an entire day and after that day, they should begin staying away from you.

Divination Ice spell

1. Get a piece of paper and create a water invoking pentacle (or similar sigil).

2. Draw a number of lines coming from the pentacle/sigil equal to the number of answers for a question you wanna ask. (Like 3 lines for Yes, No, Maybe, etc.)

3. Write down each answer to the end of a respective line.

4. This part is optional but you can place holder items on each point over the answers. (As long as all items are solid and not damaged by water, you should be good).

5. Make sure there isn’t much air flow or directed heat in your space. Then get a sizable piece of ice (an ice cube from your fridge is fine, that’s what I use) and whisper your question into the ice.

6. Finally, place the ice on the pentacle/sigil and watch as it melts into the answer!

Cleansing Ice Spell

1. Submerge and freeze a water & ice proof object you want cleansed.

2. Once it’s been fully frozen, leave it in a place where it can safely melt and whisper what negativities you want released from the object.

You can do a variation where you write a petition, put that written petition in a water tight & water/ice proof container and do the exact same thing.

Controlling Ice spell

1. Place bayleaves, with something you want to have more control over written on them, an easily breakable container (that you WANT to break). Fill the container with water.

2. You read out your desires over the water filled container, with the writings already inside it.

3. You freeze it.

4. After a day you would break the container open and shatter the ice.

[angronsjewelbeetle]

And I can personally confirm that they don't taste all that great if you just eat one by itself...

Cows will eat bay leaves though!

@wolf-tail

Lmao he just

[broomsick]

Norse witch’s strength & protection sachet

Good morning witches, heathens and pagans! Here’s a simple little spell I put together a few weeks ago. I’d noted down the steps to share!

Assemble at noon when the sun is at its highest, and/or on a Thursday.

- Dragon’s blood, to increase one’s inner strength and drive away evil.

- Dried and ground eggshells, to shield oneself.

- Dried and ground bayleaves to power the spell and nurture harmony.

- Dried and ground rosemary to purify one’s space and bring about safety.

- Whole pepper to protect from evil.

- A depiction of the Uruz rune (a piece from a rune set, or a piece of paper with the rune written on it while one focused on the rune’s power). This rune is a symbol of strength, amongst other things!

Consecrate the sachet by cleansing it through incense (ideally, one that is associated with strength and/or protection) and ask for Thórr’s blessing by pronouncing the phrase “Thórr wigi” (“Thórr sanctify”). Finally, using the smoking end of the incense stick, trace the Ægishjálmur rune over the sachet. Focus on this rune’s power as the smoke dissipates. Leave on a windowsill for a day and a night, then use as wished: either by carrying it around, or leaving in a spot where you think it’ll be most useful!

[andrew-works]

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[idiotwithanipad]

Era Swap AU: New home

Myself and @shebeafancyflapjack may have conjoured up another AU👀 what started out as a simple era swap drawing I did months back has ballooned until THIS thing😂

(Note: Altered timeline; Mary is Humphrey's age in this, meaning they were both in their forties in the 1570's)

Ft alternate versions of my OC Amy and her OC Silver

"Hark! There's been another burnings!" The parish crone cried as she limped through the tiny houses and cottages, waving her shillelagh out in front of her like a sword.

"Mummy?..." The contented peasant daughter seemed concerned and out of sorts after watching the knobbly kneed old woman scurry past their window.

Mary, standing before a small cauldron of cooking stew stared down into the flames, her hand trembling as she placed the wooden ladle back into the simmering mixture. She sucked in her lower lip and her brow furrowed with concern.

"Mummy, did's thou hears the crone?"

Yes, yes I did. Loud and clear. Mary smeared her hands down her ashy apron to rid them of the remaining juices of onion, fennel and turnip, and scurried over to a little wooden shelf mounted beneath an ivy strewn window.

A Bible sat upright at the center, upon moving the book aside, a tiny collection of dried herbs and bayleaves lie in small wooden bowls. The girl couldn't yet see her mother's complete concern and urgency, and she pushed herself from her stool and rushed to the older woman's side.

"Are we to practice our craft more, mummy? I do still need to works on my-"

"Darling girl, make haste, go to mummy's bed and brings back with thee two little tie bags"

The frenzied mother had nothing but sheer panic in her sparkling eyes as she patted against the girl's back to send her along.

The girl did so. Jogging briskly through a wooden door and pulling from beneath the feather pillow, two draw string sachels no bigger than an apple. Returning quickly to the rest of the tiny cottage which was primarily one large kitchen, she handed over the two bags, watching with morbid curiosity as her mother haphazardly and clumsily added herb after herb, leaf after leaf to each bag.

"Mummy, your face hath changed to a ghostly whites. Are you ill?" The girl risked pressing the back of her hand to her mother's perspiring forhead. Mother jerked her head aside to avoid any contact. The girl grew confused and drew her hand back.

Some tiny shavings of dried lavender and sage fell from the woman's fingers and she handed one of the bags to the girl.

"Sweet'art, says thy blessings into this bag. Will it, darling girl, will it strongs"

The girl looked down into the bag curiously before her mother's palm rested sweetly against her cheek to lift her gaze.

"If thou hath to imagines a pretty pink cloud wrapping thou up tights, do so"

The girl rose an uncertain brow.

"Tighter than thy hugs?.."

"Tighter than mummy's hugs, darling girl"

Both Mary and daughter closed their eyes and invisioned a shield around them, strong enough to dispell steel and flame. Mary sent a kiss to the air and drew the strings of her bag closed. Coppied by the girl.

"What was that for, Mummy? We's in no dangers of devils" The girl prompted. Mary tucked the pouch into her sleeve and wandered back over to the pot of stew.

"No, darling. Tonight will be's t' last night we do spend in the parish..." Her voice was morose and unsure.

The girl gasped.

"But, Mummy?!- Da did build this house with the bones of his own hands! He did grow our gardens, he did-"

"Da be with t' angels now, darling girl! He be not of 't flesh to assist! We's in dangers here! If t' peoples do catch eye of our crafts, they'd have us burned!" Mary fretted, spinning on her leather shoes to clutch her daughter by the shoulders.

"I's already under the watchful eyes of the Squire! They do blames me for your Da's passings! We must leave!"

The girl planted her feet, determined to spread her roots down through the earth to stay here.

"We's innocents, Mummy! We's done nought wrongs!"

"We's waited here too longs! We must away to starts a new lifes. We's still have our crafts and our Lords and Ladies above, but we may no longer seeks them here, girl. We must flee" Mary pressed a sympathetic hand to her daughter's cheek.

Daughter was about to protest, parting her lips to speak, but ran short and released a defeated and heart broken sigh.

"We's eats our dinners, says our prayers, and waits until the parish falls silent. Once they all be sleepings and t' candles no longer aflame, we will pack our baskets and sets off" Mary said, sorrow and regret flowing in her voice.

Mary attempted a smile, but her lip trembled and she pressed her fingertips to her brow as though in pain. She stepped to the side, clutching to her daughter's hands, and lowered herself onto a stool, looking up at the girl.

"I is truly sorry, my sweet'art. Mummy should've broken t' cake 'pon her own 'ead. Then the Squire not be breathin's down mummy's neck. Then we's not hath to do this. Forgive me, darling girl" Mary wept, pressing a kiss to the girl's knuckles.

--

Nightfall. The frogs and crickets orchestrated their melodies in the misty grass. The girl had fallen asleep at the dinner table, her head nestled in her folded arms. The warmth of the large candles beside her on the wood, wax flowling down into tiny falls. Mary's hand stroked tenderly at her shoulder.

"We must be toddling off now, darling. Says your goodbyes"

The girl's eyes fluttered open as she sat up in her stool. The cottage was dark. The fireplace reduced to tiny glowing embers, the candles on the shelves extinguished. All that remained was the three candles at the table. With a sullen sigh, the girl plucked one candle from the table and took it with her, saying sweet goodbyes and blessings to each room, even the room reserved for the stool.

She returned promptly and blew out the candles. Mary reached into one of the two large baskets she carried in arm and produced a thick, woolen shawl. She wrapped it around her daughter's shoulders and clutched her hand. Outside in the night, the girl turned her head back towards the dark silhouette of the home.

"Follow us from t' heavens, Da. Stay not be'ind. Follow. Follow forever~"

Southbound. Mary followed a distinctive star in the black sky. Her dearly departed John had noted that star and where it would lead. Just follow the star.

--

Five days of walking and traveling landed Mary and her young Silver in a township. Tiny markets and stalls littered around selling rugs, tapestries, fruit, vegetables, tools and wheels for carts. As well as feathered livestock; chickens, ducks, geese and quails. A welcomed change from fields upon fields upon fields.

Silver's eyes glossed over everything in wonder and Mary gripped her wrist so she wouldn't stray too far. A similarly dressed woman in a faded grey gown and apron wandered by the preening chickens and reached into her basket. From the basket, she retrieved a handful of golden coins! And she was dressed like THAT! Where did she get it?

Mary couldn't help but watch the woman. She held a calm air and a contented aura. She was no thief; if that were the case, she's be sweating like an overfed pig in the August sun. The stall attendant scrambled to grab a chicken from behind the wooden fence. A short while later, the chicken, free of a head, was wrapped in a canvas bag and handed to the woman.

"What's wrong, Mummy?"

Mary shook her head and blinked, keeping her eyes on the woman.

"Oh, nothing, dear girl. Just seen somethings interestings..."

Mary absentmindedly followed the woman as she wandered casually through the crowds, gently tugging Silver behind her. Once majority of the people were behind them, Mary called out.

"Miss, m'lady?.."

The woman's bonnet turned and she faced the peasant. She looked surprised. She could immediately detect a heavy accent. They must be travelers.

"May I assist, miss?"

Mary shuffled lightly and glanced down at the canvas bag the woman held.

"Me's just ponderin's on where thy did come to afford such stocks?" Mary mumbled, gestureing shly towards the bagged chicken.

The maid-looking woman caught onto Mary's glance and chuckled.

"Oh. Miss, don't misunderstand. This is not my money which I carry. T'is the money of my Lord Bone's. I am but a maid" The woman explained with a smile.

"My Lord and Lady are busy this day, this was a mere errand"

She's a servant? Employed? Greatly employed?

"Be there- be there any space for ground workings?"

"I believe so. T'is a large estate with many an acre. Should you like to follow me and I will enquire for thee?"

The most hope Mary had felt in days, flowed through her veins like heavenly flames. She threw an excited glance over to Silver who looked clueless, attempting to glance back over her shoulder at the fluttering chickens in their pen.

The maid woman walked beside Mary, answering any questions which were asked. How many Squires the estate held. If there were any cows. Pastures for growing crops. The woman was good company, surprisingly. Although most of their conversation was ignored by Silver, who, now free from the amount of people in the market, wandered from Mary's hand and took the rear. Brushing her hands along the leaves on the bushes and watching the birds fly from the trees above.

When Silver's feet began to throb and she felt about ready to pull her own ankles from her legs herself, the earthy road turned to deeply pressed cart tracks in the soil. Numerous tracks, each one distinct and splattered in unique ways.

Mary turned around and gathered Silver's attention, a hopeful grin on her tinted cheeks.

--

The land of the estate was large, large enough to fit the old parish into it, possibly more than once. Centered between tall trees and vast fields of green, the large house sat like a slumbering giant. Silver instinctively jogged to keep at Mary's side as her eyes darted around at their surroundings.

The maid asked of Mary to wait at the threshold, before heading through the door leaving it ajar. Mary turned to Silver and sighed.

"Darling girl, we mays get a chance now. We may find incomes if it does go smooth"

Silver couldn't refuse or deny the happiness and hope in her mother's eyes. They sparkled again after so many days now, and she couldn't help but smile back and give a happy nod.

In a short time, the maid returned. As she pulled open the door wider, she revealed the shape of a large gown. A new woman, clearly affluent and stiff, stood partially shielded by the doorframe. A French hood lined her stoic face like a cotton halo.

The maid gave a polite bow of her head and explained the situation once more to the new woman. The affluent woman gave a brief glance from Mary's skirt to her face, then to the girl stood beside her.

"M'lady, might M'lord be privy to the matter?" The maid suggested, hoping to add levity to the uncomfortably silent situation. Mary could've cut the tension with a knife, until the woman turned her eyes to the maid and agreed.

"Oui.."

The woman turned and began to drift away from the door, the maid bowed her head once again before happily inviting Mary and the child inside. Both peasant woman gazed at every intricate detail of the numerous hanging tapestries, the polished handrails leading up the narrow stairs, the even and only slightly creaky floorboards.

Silver's eyes glanced at anything she passed, taking in the beauty and energies. The maid lead them up some right stairs which creaked the loudest, the walls seemed more closed in compared to the downstairs. The fine dressed woman and the maid, and the awestruck peasants were taken into a smaller room, still sizable, about the size of the old cottage's kitchen.

"Humphrey?..." The fancy woman called, some kind of accent dangling heavily against her tongue as she spoke. What followed was what could only be described as a frightened and pained yelp. Silver glanced past her mother's shoulder at a man adorned in a thick red cloak lined with dark fur. He wore a white ruff about his neck and bore a thick head of brown hair and a goatee beneath a moustache.

He sloppily shook his hand briskly before rubbing his finger against his doublet. He looked caught out and embarrassed. His cheeks tinted beneath a sheepish grin.

"Sorry, dear. Just adjusting the candles"

Silver held back an amused chuckle. The man stepped closer, the awkward smile still on his face. The woman, the man's wife gave a short and unimpressed sigh.

"Have we need for groundskeepers?" She spoke in her heavy accent. The man quickly put two and two together and straightened.

"Oh! Oh you mean like, a gardener?"

Silver felt as Mary's fingers tightened around her hand, a sign of high hopes and a hidden excitement.

The maid and the higher woman gave nods.

"Uh, hello dear lady, what be your name?" The cloaked man asked tentatively as he stepped closer.

"Uh, my name be Mary and this be my daughter, Silver" Mary grinned, gesturing to her girl who gave a polite curtsy.

The man grinned, he seemed taken to Mary already, like she was the cutest thing he'd ever seen. Like her aura was infectious. The man gave a bow back, chuckling.

"Good day to you, ladies"

'I likes 'im' Silver thought to herself.

Silver's eyes drifted once again when 'adult' words and phrases were thrown out. She glanced at the candles and the windows and the chairs, all very fine and sturdy. Just as the man was enviting Mary and herself a seat at the table, a shrill noise broke over the chatter.

It sounded like a high pitched crone, a lunatic, a lamb mid slaughter. Everybody's shoulders jolted at the nearby cackle as though trying to avoid a diving bird. The man's face switched from jovial to concerned, pressing his palms to the table and pushing himself up.

"Please, M'lord. Remain here, I shall tend to the young mistress" The maid said gently, bowing her head and jogging from the room.

His face still held a concerned grimace, whereas his wife simply looked mortified and humiliated, like somebody had just smashed an egg on her head.

The man couldn't seem to find the words as he kept glancing over his shoulder towards the doorway. A laugh, an unmistakable and crazed giggle grew closer, followed by footsteps. One pair sounded hurried and urgent while the other pair sounded sloppy and uneven.

The maid reappeared in the room, bringing with her another girl. The maid held her hands firmly on the giggling girl, one planted firmly against the girl's shoulder and the other hand gripping her wrist. The girl's fingers were covered in blood, and as they passed, the candle light caught against the reflection of a huge number of sewing needles standing upright from her palm and fingers, stuck into her flesh.

Mary almaot gasped and covered her lips, but bit her tongue and averted her gaze instead. But Silver, mortified and puzzled, watched as the girl was pushed through the room.

"Young Amy, you and your mother spoke about this" The maid berated under her breath.

The girl only glanced back over her shoulder at the maid, her blue eyes wide and crazed.

"I was bored, Trudy. I was only bored! Hahaha!"

The girl's wild cackle echoed through the halls and faded away the further they went. Silver turned her eyes back to the table. The man looked ready to leap from his chair and flee after the maid and the girl. The woman shook her head.

"Uh- uh so- umm..." The man muttered, distracted. The woman spoke up for him.

"Oui. You may"

Mary couldn't quite make out that first word and looked back to the man.

"Uh, yes. You- you may take employment if that's your choice, my dear" The man managed a smile and nodded to Mary. Yet his eyes quickly shone back to concern regarding his deeply disturbed teen.

[goldenhourindhaka]

Beef Tehari: A Taste of Dhaka’s Heritage on Every Plate

As a Dhaka native, my love for Beef Tehari isn’t just about the taste—it’s about the cultural memories and deep connection to the city where I was born and raised. For many Bangladeshis, and especially for those from Dhaka, Tehari is more than food; it’s a treasured part of our heritage. This fragrant, spiced rice dish, with its unmistakable aroma of tender beef and spices, transports me to the vibrant streets of Puran Dhaka (Old Dhaka), where Tehari recipes have been passed down through generations, each plate telling its own story of tradition and family.

A Flavor Rooted in History

Puran Dhaka is iconic for its culinary treasures, with Tehari at the heart of it all. The small Tehari stalls lining these old streets carry with them recipes that date back hundreds of years, kept alive through family legacies and shared with a love for good food. Walking through Puran Dhaka, you can smell the Tehari cooking from blocks away—its rich spices perfuming the air. Tehari here isn’t just made; it’s crafted, with each vendor carefully preserving the recipe techniques that have been passed down through generations. It’s the kind of food that draws people in, locals and tourists alike, all eager to get a taste of authentic Dhaka flavors.

Culinary Influences from Across Continents

Bangladeshi cuisine is a beautiful blend of indigenous spices and cooking styles enriched by influences from Persia, the Middle East, and the Indian subcontinent. Tehari embodies this fusion, merging Mughal cooking techniques with local ingredients like mustard oil, green chilies, and our beloved spices. While similar to biryani, Tehari stands apart in that it doesn’t involve marinated meat; instead, the beef is cooked directly with the spices, allowing the rice to soak in the rich oils and flavor from the beef. The result? A dish with an irresistible depth of flavor, distinctly Bangladeshi in every way.

A Symbol of Togetherness in Bangladeshi Culture

In Dhaka, sharing a plate of Tehari is like sharing a piece of our culture. It’s a meal that brings people together for every kind of celebration, whether it’s Eid, a family gathering, or even an everyday meal with friends. As a Dhaka native, this dish has been part of nearly every special occasion in my life, connecting me to my heritage with each fragrant, flavorful bite. The process of preparing Tehari can be almost ritualistic, with every family adding its own touch. For me, Tehari is a taste of home, a reminder of all the times I’ve shared it with family and friends.

Here’s My Recipe for Authentic Dhaka-Style Beef Tehari

If you want to experience Tehari the Dhaka way, here’s an authentic recipe that captures the flavors of Old Dhaka. Cooking Tehari might seem complex, but trust me, it’s worth the effort. Each bite will bring you closer to the heart of Bangladeshi cuisine. I am also going to include a video that shows the cooking process in detail so that it is easier for you to recreate this at home!

Ingredients:

1teaspoon cumin 1 teaspoon coriander 2-3 stick of cinnamon, 2 inches each 3-4 green cardamom 5-6 black pepper ½ teaspoon nutmeg ½ teaspoon mace ¾ cup Mustard oil 1 cup Onion, sliced 2 lb Beef, small pieces 2 tablespoon ginger paste 2 tablespoon garlic paste ½ cup yogurt 2 bay leaves 6 cups water 1 cup milk 3 cups basmati or kalijeera rice 8-10 green chilies Salt, according to taste

Instructions 1)Take cumin, coriander, cinnamon, cardamom, black pepper, nutmeg, mace and grind. 2)Wash the meat and drain all water. 3)Take the pot where tehari will be cooked. Heat oil on medium flame. 4)Add thinly sliced onion and sauté until fragrant and golden brown. 5)Add meat, ginger and garlic paste, yogurt, 1-teaspoon salt, bayleaves and the ground spice. 6)Cook in medium heat for about 25-30 minutes until beef is cooked and tender. 7)Add a cup of water little by little and stir the meat occasionally. 8)Separate meat keeping the gravy and spices in the pan. Set aside meat. 9)Add remaining water and milk to the pan and bring to boil. Add salt. 10)Add washed and drained rice and cover. Once the water boils again, add the whole green chilies and cook in medium heat. 11)When rice is about 50% done, add the meat. Mix carefully so that rice does not become smashed and cook covered in medium-low heat. 12)Turn off stove but keep lid on for 15-20 minutes before serving. 13)Serve with salad, kabab and chutney.

The Dhaka Experience on a Plate

Serve your Tehari with a simple side of fresh yogurt based salad (raita), or chopped onion bits for an authentic Bangladeshi touch. There’s something deeply comforting and nostalgic about this dish. Every time I take a bite, I’m transported back to the bustling streets of Puran Dhaka, where Tehari has been perfected over centuries.

Beef Tehari isn’t just food—it’s a taste of my heritage, my memories, and the stories of generations before me. It’s a reminder that I’m part of something bigger, a rich cultural tapestry woven with flavors and shared meals that make us who we are.

[hemorrhoidbabe69]

when u get to the bottom of the sauce and its full of bayleaves and you have to actually pay attention instead of mindlessly shovelling food into your mouth bc you will inevitably be hit with Leaf Surprise