Fries are like this form of love that represents everything good and pure in this world. Everyone loves it. I have not yet met a single person who has ever said,” No, thank you.” to French fries even if they are soggy or thick. And when I do meet that person, I am ready with my knife. Till then, how about we try Indian spice inspired masala fries?
Lazy Sunday morning. One Egg. And a simple omelette away to being brunch goals.
It’s been a very long while- very long – 4 months to be exact since I treated myself to my famous gourmet breakfast edition and its back, with my favourite type of omelette of course.
A cookie a day keeps doctors, therapists and nightmares away. It’s a tested theory, pure science. Now, one can’t doubt the workings of the proved theories, can we? But you can’t always eat traditional cookies or make dough and bake for our own selfish pleasure. This recipe will make you rethink the cookies the American grandmother’s make.
It’s warm, it’s chocolatey and it’s quick.
I made it under two minutes and I am not lying as Maggi does.
Want a recipe for the world’s fudgiest brownie that you can eat while binge watching Game of Thrones at three a.m? Welcome to the club. We encourage unhealthy habits like these.
When I came across mug recipes, I was so thrilled unlike my mother. She didn’t really believe you could recreate heavy recipes with a stupid microwave. Turns out you really can.
It’s the perfect dessert for rom coms or late night dates with books or mid day period cravings. Now, you don’t need to bake a whole damn tin for your craving and dirty tons of dishes or worse, refuse to satisfy that craving!
I am not a very big fan of monsoons. I like the rain as a phenomenon as such, but not the annoying wetness that trails it like its evil shadow. Or the insects that come out from their hiding. Or the fact that I might have to sit with wet clothes on because I forgot an umbrella. But one thing, I particularly like about it is the food attached with it.
Hot spicy pakodi’s for instance.
Two days before Eid, and I am staring at the menu my mom made; wondering, hoping, praying that the moon doesn’t show it’s face yet. And then the lady in the television smiles sinisterly, declaring how Saudi Arabia announced it’s Eid tomorrow and my mom’s face is tainted with the raw determination I am so familiar of and I know, deep in my heart, that my muscles are doomed.
Hundred guests. Seven dishes. One overly enthusiastic woman. One tired daughter. A grand table
Coleslaw is the only form of salad that I eat fondly. It’s tastes so great paired with chicken, and it adds volume to the dish. It is like the chocolate in cake, you can eat normal cake too but why not chocolate? It works great with burgers or really heavy fries even! I use it with my chicken burgers because it is such a creamy sauce, it adds the sauciness to a normal patty and bun.
I often eat a bowl of it with blue lays and honestly, one packet of lays surprisingly satisfies. You can put it between bread and make a sandwich out of it for school and just eat it like this if you feel like! It’s a freaking hybrid.