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Simple Kitchen| Egg Curry Stew

Egg Curry Stew

  • Servings: 2
  • Difficulty: easy
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A fresh, light, rice recipe perfect for a late dinner.



Ingredients

-Cooking oil
-2 onions
-1x1cm ginger
-3 tomatoes
-Soy sauce
-Royco
-Salt
-Natural yoghurt
-3 eggs
-Dhania

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Words| Life

I’m a cheeky little monkey; always been. I’ve always tried to find the most possible way of bending rules without breaking them. Or staying close enough to the line for it to be forgivable. It’s been a fun game. It’s been a risky game. But it’s been a game either way, exciting in a fearful and expectant way at the same time. It’s magical. It’s terrifying. It’s almost impossible. Continue reading Words| Life

Simple Kitchen| Light Fried Egg Salad

Light Fried Egg Salad

  • Servings: 1
  • Difficulty: easy
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This one is for when you're wondering what to cook, and all you have is eggs and some vegetables but you're too hungry for a plain salad. Enjoy.

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Simple Kitchen| Simple spaghetti mix

I often find plain spaghetti a little bit of a boring dish, even when had with stew. So here I’ll cook with you a less boring spaghetti dish. Enjoy! Continue reading Simple Kitchen| Simple spaghetti mix

Simple Kitchen| Mixed Rice

Hello again, and welcome to the simplistic adventures of my kitchen. Today we’re having mixed rice (it’s absolutely brilliant with avocado). Continue reading Simple Kitchen| Mixed Rice

Words| Dreams

“What if I was wrong?”
That’s the question that scares me to my bones. It’s the feeling I get just as I’m about to do something big.
“What if I wasn’t?”
That’s the second scariest question. Damn. It’s like I’m damned if I do, damned if I don’t.
That’s the thing with dreams; you never know until you try. But nobody really tells you how hard it is to try. How hard it is to get that first foot off the ground and place it a few inches ahead of yourself, when you can’t see the ground you’re stepping onto.
What if there’s thorns? What if there’s quicksand?
“But what if it’s everything I ever imagined it would be?” Sometimes you almost feel stupid to harbor such a hope. To look at all the odds, and go against the current in chasing your dreams. And to keep in mind that it’s a lifelong journey and things could change any day. Any minute. Any second.

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Words: Feeling

Sometimes I wish I was a brainless drone

To not be laboured by heavy thoughts
To not be concerned by outer affairs
To do only what I’ve been programmed to do
Feel only what I’ve been programmed to feel
To live my life with a blank stare
With no smiles, with no tears
So that everything wasn’t so painful
Even if it’d mean I’d feel never joyful
I’d wake up every morning, blink three times
Wash my face, brush three times
Every breakfast, have three bites
Have a cup of coffee, as I begin to sell my soul
To the wheels that would control me, that chain my soul

Sometimes I wish I was a brainless drone
To not get so tired
To not feel so alone

Dee

Simple Kitchen| Fried potato cubes and beef stew w/ steamed spinach

Hello dear readers, my name is Deeee, (Yes, preferably spelt with four E’s) and welcome to my kitchen. Here I’ll be sharing with you relatively simple recipes that you could make for yourself, anytime at home, with ingredients that shouldn’t be too hard to come across. Do enjoy.
My first recipe with you will be fried potato cubes and beef stew with steamed spinach. Healthy and perfect for dinner after a long day.

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WORDS: EMOTIONS

I close my eyes and take a deep breath. Like I’m breathing more than just air. I’ve been like that lately, breathing has become more than just a bodily reflex. Breathing, the most basic of human instincts, has become an act that I cherish. Like every single second I am happy to be breathing. Happy to be alive. I don’t know what this is, but I think I’ve heard people call it happiness. Hmm.
As soon as I make this realisation, fear starts to creep in. My good old friend fear. I take another deep breath, as if to inhale as much of this “happiness” as I can before fear says anything.
Then she starts.
“So you’re happy, huh?” she starts with a smirk.

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