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In India there is a special importance of different cookware in the Indian kitchen. Indian cuisine is famous around the world. The vast variety of food that India offers are cooked in different forms from steam, baked, deep fried, shallow fried to boil. Every food has special aromatic flavor which can only come out when cooked in the right kind of cookware. For deep fried dishes such as pakoras, or dishes like koftas are best cooked in a deep karahi. It is a type of thick, circular, and deep cooking-pot similar to Chinese wok but with steeper sides. These can be made of stainless steel, copper, iron and now even in non-stick.

When it comes to cooking fish curry, Bengalis prefer using a deep bottomed karahi than any other cookware. Besides fishes there are few dishes which are specifically named after a karahi or kadai like kadai chicken, kadai paneer and other dishes. It is not only majorly used India but also in some neighboring countries such as Pakistan and Bangladesh. That is not all to this widely used cookware as an inverted iron or copper karahi can be used for making soft roomalirotis.   Not to forget the hot pooris that we relish on are also prepared in this type of cookware.

People today are health conscious and therefore prefer meal with very little oil or ghee. Keeping in consideration the health of the people, non-stick cookware have been invented. These type of cookware requires very little fat to just grease it. The food cooked in it never sticks even cheese and chilas don’t stick at the bottom, which makes cooking hassle free.  As the food does not stick it reduces the cooking time and also the excess fat without compromising with the taste and health. Now cook pastas or butter without any fear of burning. The cookware that are now available in the market are not just helpful in cooking but are also classy which will add to the décor of the kitchen.

Sunflame is a leading home appliance and cookware designing brand that offers different types cookware from tawas, handis, and pressure cooker to Karahis. The brand also offers non-stick induction based karahi which are Induction cooker and gas stove compatible. It comes with tampered glass lid for safety. The cookware and non-stick cookware designed by the brand are as per the international standards.

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The Prodigal Daughter

Summary: The Doctor has some unfinished business on Gallifrey. She has a purpose, and the Time Lords intend for her to fulfil it. (read on ao3)

a.k.a. local girl has a crush on the 13th Doctor, a love of cosmic/psychological horror, and a fascination with the whole Doctor = The Other thing from the wilderness years novels.

Chapter 1: The Promise 

Pity, and things were just starting to get good. In retrospect, a little too good. 

She’d been thrown out of her TARDIS and crashed right into the next band of wide-eyed, brilliant humans who’d been all too enthusiastic to go along with it all. Humans. They gravitate towards the weird like ions to a gravity belt, buzzing around like flies. Anything to pull them away from the collectively self-enforced misery of the day-to-day. You get the odd few – like Karl – who are more than content to meander through time, always a little lost, always holding the truth back a fraction so as to keep the fear at bay. Not her new best friends. In a way, she had them trapped, even if she hadn’t meant to do it. But, maybe she always means to do it, a little bit, deep down. (All of time and space, what d’you say?) reluctance, because they all have little lives to be getting on with, and little people that rely upon the unceasing perpetuation of those little lives. A web, intricate, all of them trapped in it. (By the way, did I mention, it also travels in time?) splendour, because it’s just a bit too close to magic. They hardly ever say no. 

To be fair, she had wholly intended to die, all noble and peaceful-like. All staring out over the brief armistice on the battlefield and lamenting the guttural woes of immortality. Eyebrows had always quite enjoyed his lamenting. All her lamenting went on behind a smile and a brightened glare – fidgeting hands and bouncing feet. She liked the way she moved now, all limber and sporadic. The youth of it. It felt like old times.

 She’d taken off the veil after Trenzalore, but it got boring after a while; the sadness, the age, the self-imposed exile. He made a promise to the next one along, a few rules to hold close to her hearts. Laugh hard. Run fast. Be kind. She plays the part rather well. It’s a different sort of relationship. She didn’t up and snatch some young woman away from her life to see the stars with an intimacy that only comes with that one-on-one, that face to face. It’s different, too, because they all joined her at the same time, none knowing more than the other, all of them from the same time, same place – down to the block. They’re predictable.

 Things were light-hearted. Controlled little escapades, low stakes, relatively speaking – but more than enough for a few humans. This is who she had wanted herself to be, wasn’t it? This was the promise.

She’s in control, creating a narrative, sticking to the corners of the universe where nobody knew her title. She’s got rules now, too. Better rules than before. The Doctor lies, of course, but she doesn’t advertise the fact these days. Non-interference is a buzzkill, always will be, but she can appreciate the sentiment. Walking away; she isn’t used to that feeling. Maybe it’s a sign of maturity, or maybe she’s just growing cold. Like this – with her rules and her power – she can almost pretend that she really is just a traveller, can act the benefactor while she watches their wide eyes take in the sights. She can almost pretend that there’s no past reaching out from the end of the universe, gripping her neck, ready to twist her back towards home. Ready to snap.

 Their influence is spreading beyond their secluded corner at the end of the universe. Maybe in the beginning they were humble about it, promising to patch over their tyranny and lead a civilisation of malevolent indifference at the end of time. Memories of the war still haunting the global subconscious, weapons locked away, gathering dust. Indifference never lasts forever. Curiosity and hunger prevail, scars whiten to a faded groove – even hers. As her species reaches out, tugging at time, twisting it around her like bonds, it is accompanied with an implacable longing for red fields under an orange sky. For a barn in the desert. She wonders if the grass has grown back yet – if it’s struggled up through the arid, fallow soil. She wonders how many survived the war, how many hate her, and how many idolise her? Which faction holds power now, after Rassilon’s usurpation? Do they call her a monster, a renegade, a prodigal daughter, or do they hold her up as some sort of cosmic hero, some sort of god? She isn’t sure which is worse.

 And still, the message hangs in the back of her mind, a psychic backdrop, a drone. (Lord President, your presence is required on homeworld. Comply, or we will be forced to take action. Your weakness is known. It will be exploited. Kind regards). Always polite at least, the aristocracy.

 Of course, she’s not going to do what they tell her. She’s been disobeying the wishes of the high council for over two thousand years. She isn’t about to stop now. Running is what she’s good at, and running was part of the promise. Still, she can feel them rifling through her head, sifting through her time like a pool of sand. Searching for something old, something powerful. Something she hasn’t thought about since before the war, when she was starting to get a little too cocky and the universe thought it best to bring her down a peg, or two, or all of them. Whether her negligence is a question of hasn’t or can’t is another matter altogether. There’s something older in her bones, deeper. Something that’s been running for even longer than she has. She doesn’t want them to find it.

 The TARDIS lands, rougher than usual. She hopes she hasn’t broken any more chairs. The Doctor takes a moment to catch up with herself, pushing that spiralling message down as deep as it will go (it still hums, always singing). She feels displaced, and their grip is only growing tighter, pulling time up over her eyes like a murky veil. It tastes metallic red in her mouth.

 A knock at the door scatters the symbols, impact throbbing in her ears. “Hey Doc!” it’s Graham. She quite likes that nickname, it suits her. Hip and – what was it that Eyebrows had said? – down with the kids. “Gave me a bit of a turn there, I almost dropped m’tea!”

 She tries to shake the grogginess from her head and plasters on a smile, hair balled around her face like fuzz. “Tea!” she exclaims, shrill, hurtling out through the TARDIS doors in front of a startled and exasperated looking Graham. “I’d love me some tea, thanks very much Graham.”

 “Well alright then, I’ll put the kettle on shall I?” he says with a chuckle. He sets his own half-full mug down on the dining table and calls up the narrow staircase. “Oi Ryan! The Doc’s here, get down or you’ll miss out til next Sat’day.” Picture frames line the walkway. Pictures of Graham and Grace as the Doctor knew her, and older ones. A young, rosy woman with braided hair smiling that same, motherly smile. Portraits of a young boy that must be Ryan, stifled in too-high school shirt collars and gazing off-centre into his own thoughts. “He’s havin’ an afternoon nap,” Graham informs the Doctor with a fond, knowing smirk. “Went out with his mates down the pub last night and came back in a right state. I don’t know how he does it.”

 “Oh, to be young,” the Doctor muses, only half in jest. Graham barks a short laugh, because he doesn’t see her, none of them do. She’s just fine with that. Oh, to be young. It makes the running so much easier.

 “Yaz should be round in a bit, she had some family lunch, extended and all. Makes me jealous just thinkin’ about that food. Do they’ave Pakistani food in space?”

 The Doctor is grateful for the invitation for anecdote. “Oh yeah, plenty of em’! Especially in the 31st century when you lot really start branchin’ out. There’s one in the Taureen System just off the Braken Nebula – excellent Karahi. I’ll take you sometime, shall I?” Fast words, wide grin, teeth bared against that incessant noise thrumming against her skull. She tries not to betray her disquiet. She feels sorry for The Master.

 “That sounds great Doc,” a flash of concern. That isn’t good. He must have noticed her expression. “I’ll get that tea on. Make yourself at home.” He bustles out as Ryan traipses down the stairs, one careful foot in front of the other. Climbing down a British suburban staircase with a hangover and dyspraxia is a feat of unimaginable skill, and he almost makes it look easy.

 “Mornin’ Ryan,” she calls, plastering on her grin again.

 He winces. “Hey, Doctor.”

 “Big night?”

 “Yeah.” He sighs, blinking rapidly as if the action might jerk him awake. “Long shift at work too. I’m down for an adventure, just no more space warehouses, yeah?”

 “Well, guess I’ll have to cancel my plans for our space warehouse extravaganza then.” She rolls her eyes in mock-frustration. “Honestly Ryan, you keep me on my toes.”

 The doorbell rings, causing Ryan to wince and hold his head again. “Shall I answer the intruder alert?” she chimes, trying for a joke. It’s an old one, overused maybe, but her head hurts far more than Ryan’s does and the joke-making centre of her brain is seeped in Time Lord threats, viscous as tar.

 “That’ll be Yaz,” Ryan mumbles. “I’ll get it.” He wanders along the landing, the Doctor following absently, not really sure what to do with herself. When Ryan opens the door, Yaz’s face is almost covered by the tower of Tupperware balanced precariously in her arms.

 “Hey Ryan, Doctor,” she beams. “Could you grab a couple of these, otherwise I’m gonna collapse under a pile of Nani’s cooking.” Ryan obediently scoops the top-most lot of containers from Yaz’s tower. The smell is overpowering, and steam fogs up against the plastic, softening it. The Doctor takes the next lot with a hurried grin at Yaz and carries them to the kitchen. Best not to look at her too long, Yaz is good at noticing faces and what’s going on behind them.

 “Oh Yaz, you’re a gem, you are,” Graham exclaims as he waves through the parade of leftovers.

 “Well I wasn’t about to leave you out was I?” she says, shunting the sparse contents of the O’Brien/Sinclair fridge to make room for her contribution. “How about we have second lunch when we get back. Just make it a long one, okay Doctor, because I am full to bursting.”

 “Ooh, lunch with the fam,” The Doctor cries, a little too loudly to be passed off as mere enthusiasm. The truth is she’s having trouble hearing her own thoughts, let alone her voice. It’s like her head is being pushed underwater, deeper, deeper, to where the light doesn’t shine and the creatures are strange.

 There’s a shared sheepish smile from the rest of them. Sometimes all of their faces knit together into one. Predictable. All humans look a little bit the same. She can see their time stretching out in front of them, see where it snaps off abruptly, no confetti. A straight line. A grey line. Their youth hangs about them like something tangible, and there’s so little substance to them that they’re often nothing more than pinpricks in the dark. You have to squint. The other Time Lords don’t see them at all. That simple fact is what scares her the most.

 “You all good Doctor? You’re sorta just… starin’,” Ryan says, brows knotted together in concern. The other two wear the same expression. Identical. Pinpricks in the dark.

 “Hmm?” she inquires, using the sound to give her more time, processing his words. They take a while to filter through. His voice is like tin; thin, rattling. “Me? Very all good, thanks Ryan. Always good, that’s me.” (Am I a good man?) She buries the question. It has a habit of cropping up at inopportune moments.

 “Okay then,” Yaz claps her hands together, dispelling the tension. She’s good at that, but it’s double-edged. Yaz notices everything, and the Doctor knows that later she’ll be taken aside and bombarded with questions from PC Khan. Astute, assertive, hopelessly curious. She prides herself on attracting that sort. “What have you got planned for us today, Doctor?”

 “Well, now that you mention it, I think I have some idea.” As far away from the Time Lords as possible. What sort of leisure activities could one take one’s humans to at the beginning of the universe? “It’s a surprise, though,” she blurts, when she realises that she’s been silent for too long. The sound of it is sharp, and it stabs up through the din pressing down on her (Lord President). Involuntarily, her hand rushes to her head, a wince, her feet slide and stumble beneath her as if she’s standing on ice.

 “You sure you’re alright Doctor? You sure it weren’t you that drank too much last night?” Ryan smiles, half concern, half content. They have no idea what they’re dealing with. She aims to keep it that way.

 “Phew, yeah I am, thanks Ryan,” she wipes her brow with the back of her hand. Mock exhaustion. The sort of exhaustion they understand. The tiredness she’s feeling now doesn’t culminate with a sheen of murky sweat on the brow – it’s deeper. It grips every nerve-end and twists. A knife in the gut, slowly spinning in. “Had a bit of a rough landing. I’ll be right with a cuppa tea in me.” She puts her hands on her hips, steadying herself. “Speakin’ of, wonder how Graham’s getting on.” It’s a forced sort of exit. Obvious. Her head hurts too much for subtlety. She wanders off towards the kitchen, past two humans with mouths open in exclamations of concern and protest held at bay. Pinpricks.

 …

  “Do you think she’s alright?” Ryan asks, when the Doctor is out of earshot. Alien ears though, maybe she can always hear them. He doesn’t linger on the thought.

 “Probably, she did look a bit wobbly. Nothing she can’t handle though, right?” she grins. It’s transparent; for herself as much as for him. “She’s an alien, could have an alien cold or something.”

 “Do you reckon humans can catch alien colds?”

 “Dunno.”

 Small talk is difficult. She had quite enough of it that morning surrounded by her extended family all crammed into their little apartment. It’s always the same questions delivered at varying levels of disdain coated in sweetness. Questions like; have you thought about going to university?, do you have a boyfriend yet?, and then; you’re so beautiful Yasmin, you would have no trouble finding a good man. Her mother had cast the odd look her way, a knowing smile, encouragement in her eyes. Her mother had always been supportive of her, but Yaz wondered whether that was only because she still had a chance of ending up with a man, if the right one came along. She didn’t want to believe that – her mum was great, really – but love could be conditional like that. Needless to say, she was looking forwards to a bit of escapism. She even found herself craving a bit of danger. A chase, a monster, a plot to foil.

 Talking to Ryan is different. She’d been surprised at the relative ease with which they slotted back together. Primary school was a minefield, especially for a kid with dyspraxia and a tendency to wander off into his own head. The teachers didn’t understand, they thought he was just careless, and every bump and bruise was met with an exasperated cry of ‘Ryan!’ She helped him out, because even then she was a bit of a teacher’s pet. Even then she was a bit of an outcast. High school came with a promise to keep in touch, but all of a sudden there was a new place in which to be an outcast. New eyes to feel pressing upon her back, gleeful. All of a sudden, Ryan Sinclair was a far-off thing, who probably had better things to do, better friends to see. Now, once again, he’s the only real friend her age she’s got. Life is circular like that.

 “So, you were down the pub last night?” Yaz asks. Small talk.

 “Yeah, me and a few mates. Nothing big though, had work today.”

 “Your ‘nothing big’ and my ‘nothing big’ are totally different things,” she smiles. “Tell me you didn’t end up in the park again.” That was part of the night shift, clearing out drunks from the local park when the residents complained about the noise. It wasn’t the picture of justice she’d been imagining when she’d gone for the job – just people being stupid. They did that a lot, she was coming to realise.

 “What were you doin’ last night, then?”

 “Sleepin’ like a responsible adult,” she grins.

 “You should come out with us sometime Yaz. The gang wouldn’t mind, it’d be a good time. You don’t have to drink or nothin’ if you don’t want,” he adds, at the sight of her reproach. Although she’s sure Ryan wouldn’t press her, she figures his friends might be a little more forceful. One does not simply walk into a bar in Yorkshire and not have a pint or two.

 “Thanks for the offer Ryan, I might take you up on that,” she probably won’t. She’s just trying to be polite. “Just don’t expect me to go staggerin’ through the park after and listen to your god-awful rap music.”

 “That stuff’s mint, Yaz. You’ll come round to my way of thinkin’ someday.”

 She scoffs, “will not.”

 “How’s the family then?”

 “Oh they’re alright. Didn’t have my phone though, so I couldn’t even escape with that. Sonya did though, for the whole meal.” Another eye roll, a gesture her sister often inspired in her. Even if Sonya does have a boyfriend, Yaz is definitely the family favourite. She quite likes being the favourite. It’s an easy thing to do; she can say the right things, smile the right smiles. It works on teachers, family members, even superior officers to a point. It also works on the Doctor. “I had my phone all charged up, but I got this weird call last night that drained all the battery. Probably some foreign scam or something.” But it wasn’t, she knows it wasn’t. She can still hear the bruised voices in her ears. “But still, it was okay. They’re pushy, but you know how families are.” She presses her lips together, and looks at him apologetically, because she remembers that, of course, Ryan doesn’t know how families are, not really. Not big families, anyway, and not since his mum died.

 He must know what she’s thinking because he says “don’t worry ‘bout it. Besides, I think I’m about to. Graham’s tryna get me to go to a Christmas do with his family. I’ve managed to avoid it for the past few years since he married me Nan, but now he really isn’t lettin’ it go.”

 “That could be nice, couldn’t it?”

 “And have a bunch of stuck-up old white folks I don’t know say how sorry they are about me Nan? Don’t think so.” Silence again. Yaz doesn’t know grief the way Ryan does. She hopes she never has to. Ryan winces, bowing his head against the headache Yaz knows is still plaguing him. “I swear to you, I didn’t even drink that much last night. It hit me proper good though, I totally spaced out in the pub, look,” he points to a spot in the middle of his forehead. It’s hard to see against the darkness of his skin, but definitely there. “I fainted or something and banged my head right into the table. Felt like I got concussed ‘cause I got all spacey for a bit.”

 “And you just went on with the night?” she asks, in exasperated incredulity.

 “What? Nothing’s wrong with me. I did see some proper weird stuff though. Colours on the TV and this weird grating noise – you ever heard anything like that?”

 “You sure no one slipped anything in your drink?” She’s heard horror stories about that sort of thing. Mostly from Sonya and her mates. They’re all underage, but that never stops them. Yaz is convinced her sister continuously breaks the law just to spite her, not even trying to hide it.

 “Dunno. Nan would’ve been able to explain it, I’m sure. Plenty of people coming through A&E on a Friday night.” He pauses, just a moment, a memory, a flood of grief. “It was real weird though, not to sound like a total nutter, but I heard a voice and all this static. Somethin’ about –“

 “A president.” Yaz finishes, gazing at Ryan, mind kicking into gear, whirring.

 “Err… yeah, actually. How’d you know that.”

 “That’s what they said on the call.” The more she thinks about it, the more she can feel the presence of it; the memory. There’s a hole where her mind has plastered over the event. It’s thin and, with trembling fingers, she starts to peel the plaster back. “It was this horrible noise, like static, you know?”

 “Are you sayin’ we had the same hallucination.”

 “Startin’ to think it wasn’t a hallucination, actually.” She pauses for a moment, so does he, both of them trying to pull back the plaster, see what’s behind the wall. No substance, just absence – but the scars left behind paint the picture well enough. An inverted image.

 “Coincidence?” he offers, clearly not believing it himself.

 “I don’t really believe in those.” After everything she’s seen, she doesn’t think she’ll ever believe in coincidences again.

 “You reckon it’s alien?”

 She almost wishes it is. She could use a bit of a thrill about now. “Should we ask the Doctor?”

 “Wait, you don’t reckon her weirdness has got to do with this weirdness?”

 “Like I said, don’t believe in coincidences.” And just as she says it, cementing it, the universe goes and proves her right. The phone rings.

 …

 The Doctor doesn’t hear the tone. She doesn’t hear much of anything, actually, because her ears are pounding with the sound of time twisting, space warping, cries scraping across it like – what was that human saying? – nails on a chalkboard. It was only going to get worse, she knew that. Even if she rushed to the other end of the universe, it would follow her. Maybe slowly at first, but it would come. It would never, ever stop.

 She grasps the edge of the kitchen counter for balance. Good old furniture – nice and sturdy.

 “Doc?” (Doc, doc, doc) it echoes out and mixes in with the noise. Someone used to call her that. The sound is something to hold onto.

 “Yep, yep I’m here,” she groans, speaking underwater again. He’s not even a pinprick now, just an absence. She claws herself back.

 “You sure you’re okay Doc?” he’s holding a tray laden with teacups, and those little things she likes – biscuits.

 “Oh good, thanks Graham,” she murmurs, reaching a trembling hand out to the tray. She grabs a handful of biscuits and shoves them into her mouth.

 “Woah there, watch the tea!” he cries, “you hungry or something? I’ll fix you something proper.” When she doesn’t answer his face folds into an inquisitive line. His face is all full of lines, it reminds her of Eyebrows. She misses those lines, sometimes. Drawn together, they formed a mask to hide behind, the grooves pressed with vitriol and imposing anger. Sharp, icy eyes. This new face is all smooth, wide dark eyes, nothing to pull back and hide behind. She thinks it’s hard for people to take it seriously; the wonder, the youth, the gold. She’d found that out in Bilehurst Cragg, and in a thousand other little ways. Pity, that change was the largest. Nobody pities angry old men. “Your phone’s ringin’, that’s all. Want to go and get it?” Graham again. She can almost see him now – a speck on the horizon.

 “Phone,” she mumbles through the mass of cakey biscuits, “p h o n e,” she tries the sound out in her mouth. The sugar isn’t helping much – her tongue still tastes like blood.

 “Err, yeah,” he mutters. “Listen Doc, if you ain’t well we can give it a miss this week. Or, you could rest for a bit and pop back – wonders of time travel and all that,” he laughs, forced, drawn out. He’s expecting an answering chuckle and quip. Something bubbling and bumbling to put his mind at ease. (Your weakness is known. It will be exploited).

 “They’re tryin’ to undo me,” she whispers.

 “What? Doc please, give me somethin’ to work with here.”

 “We should get out of here. We should really, really get out of here.” Urgency keeps her sharp, all gasping words, repeating. Fear is a superpower.

 “Oi, what about the tea?” Graham cries after her as she darts from the kitchen, coat flying.

 “Forget the tea, Graham!” There are worse things to worry about than tea getting cold.

 She leaves him standing in the kitchen, tray still clasped steadily in his arms. He’s poured himself another mug, ever the addict, and four clouds of steam waft up into his face, lines pulled up into an expression of surprise.

 …

 Yaz can’t help it. She’s always been a little too curious for her own good. (Hello? Hello is anyone there?). The TARDIS phone continues to chime, muffled against the wooden panel. She prises it open before Ryan can utter a noise of reprimand. The sleek black phone rattles, and the ringing is replaced with something else. It grows, warping around the tone. Static. Her stomach drops as a memory stirs. The hole behind the wall is flooded all at once. Sweet bruises, bones grinding, and a song that could almost be beautiful, the frequency just a bit too far from what a human throat could produce. (Lord President).

 The lights begin to flicker. A dark shape rushes out from the hallway – the Doctor, bright to shadow by the millisecond as the lights crackle overhead. “What happened?” she asks. Snappy, and – but she couldn’t be – scared.

 “I – I didn’t do anything,” Yaz defends, casting a pleading look at Ryan. “I didn’t even answer it, it just –“

 “Never mind that,” she interrupts, “we need to go, right now.”

 “Doctor,” Ryan says, “what’s goin’ on?”

 “I’d like to know that too, actually,” Graham says, tray abandoned, out of breath.

 The TV blares on suddenly, curdled colour reaching out in tendrils. The noise follows it, and the patterns on the screen swirl into something that could be mistaken for a face. It hurts to look at.

 The Doctor cries out, doubling over and clutching her side. “We need,” she gasps, face contorted with pain, “into the TARDIS, now –“ she groans as Ryan’s phone buzzes in his back pocket. He pulls it out with apprehension. It burns hot, phone case melting at the corners. He drops it in alarm.

 Yaz is the first one to act, though it’s difficult to think anything at all, let alone move. Each flash of the lights illuminates the scene, the next frame in a stop motion film. Her feet feel rooted, connected to something deep in the ground. She pulls them out and dashes to the Doctor’s side.

 “Hey Doc, what’s that –“ Graham’s voice trails off as he blinks, pressing his eyelids together, furrowing those handy lines of his. “Lord President,” his voice sounds like his own, almost. There are more voices towing it along, some racing ahead, some lagging behind. Layered. “Your presence is required –“ he’s shaking, like his skin can’t keep up with whatever’s raging inside it. Blood trails from his nostril in a clear dark line.

 “Graham!” Ryan shouts, rushing over to him and grabbing his shoulders.

 “Comply, or we will be forced to take desperate measures –“ It’s coming from everywhere, without, within, propagating from each one of them like a beacon.

 “Doctor!” Yaz cries, still supporting her friend as she crumples towards the floor. “We need to get everyone inside!”

 “Yaz!” Ryan shouts, “I can feel it, I can –“ his eyes glaze, his arms hang limp. There’s a hint of a smile. “Kind regards.”

 The Doctor’s face screws up into a darkened grimace, head pushing up against the tide raining down, veins in her neck bulging. Yaz can see a hint of that old anger, the thing she doesn’t know is there, the lines. She seems to growl it. “Leave them alone!” Again, she doubles over, head hanging. A whimper. “I’ll come, I’ll come, I will,” she pleads. Yaz doesn’t think she’s ever heard so much fear. The Doctor’s voice is dripping with it. “Let them go, I’ll come… I’ll come.”

 (Lord President).

 “Just SHUT UP!” she screams, protest tearing through her throat.

 “Doctor, please, we need to go,” Yaz can’t keep the tremor from her voice. She’s been trained to deal with stressful situations – but this is beyond stress, it feels like she’s decomposing. “We need to go, something’s coming,” because the beat is getting louder and her heart throbs in her throat. The song is rising up like bile into her mouth, filling it with words. The world becomes a haze, and she feels nothing at all.

 …

 The voice at her shoulder starts up the tune, just another voice, amplifying it. Yaz’s voice. The Doctor’s knees give way to carpet. She grasps the stuff in tufts between her fingers, clawing at it like she claws at reality, at texture. They’re still searching, rifling through her mind for the thing that’s stirring there. The thing she saw in the untempered schism.

 “Your weakness is known. It will be exploited,” they chorus, dissonant. They know, of course they know, her pleading promises are empty. She won’t go willingly. She’s always been terrible at being psychic, and truths held so close are hard to disguise. She wonders how long her new friends will last before the signal burns them up.

 Trembling fingers grasp at her sonic, feeling the familiar sheen of Sheffield steel, reminding herself of who she is now. Just a traveller. No past, just her and some mates, larkin’ about. Calculations rattle through her head, fighting against the tide of the message, the spirals, the bloodied taste. She’s good in a tight spot.

 The Doctor raises her sonic as high as the spasming muscles in her arms will allow and fires it off. A beacon of golden light, a familiar buzz, like honey against the bitterness. It flares out, a brief respite. The lights fizzle out and leave them in darkness, the faint glow of a dying bulb overhead. There’s no time to wonder how many seconds she’s got. The weight pressing down on her, stones in a river, lift so suddenly that she feels as if she could float. Mind clear as a summer sky, no tar. She smiles, something a little wicked. Outsmarted again.

Her friends stagger and she shouts. “Let’s go team, into the TARDIS, right now!” They sway, fraught with confusion. Predictable – but the pinpricks grow to sprawling tapestries behind her eyes. “Now!” she emphasises, grabbing Yaz by the arm and frantically beckoning the other two. Thankfully, they don’t ask questions. She has a feeling they’re about to, and she’s not at all looking forward to it. Just as she half pushes Graham inside the TARDIS doors, she feels the beginnings of the hum again. A nibble at the back of her mind. She doesn’t wait for it to start gnawing. She pushes past her dazed friends and half dives onto the lever, not even bothering to set a destination. Run circles around them, she thinks, you’re good at that. It will follow her, though, a parasite. Burrowing under the skin, something she can’t shake. If she stops, even for a second… Well, one thing at a time. This version likes to live in the moment. That was part of the promise.

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Mix Vegetables Besan Dhokla. See recipes for Mix Vegetables Besan Dhokla too. Welcome Friends Here, I am presenting mix-vegetable besan chilla. Please watch the video and subscribe to my channel.

You can also send Besan Dhokla in lunch boxes for the kids. Dhokla is prepared in many ways, like Besan Dhokla, Rawa Dhokla, Sour Dhokla, Paneer Dhokla. Baked sooji dhokla or savory semolina cake squares are loaded with the goodness of veggies. You can cook Mix Vegetables Besan Dhokla using 16 ingredients and 8 steps. Here is how you achieve that.

Ingredients of Mix Vegetables Besan Dhokla

You need 1/2 bowl of besan.

You need 1/2 bowl of semolina.

Prepare 1/2 bowl of curd.

You need 1/2 bowl of water.

You need To taste of salt.

Prepare 1/2 tsp of turmeric powder.

It's 1/2 tsp of soda bi carb.

It's 1 of onion.

It's 1 of Tomato.

It's 2 of Green chilli.

Prepare 2 tb of spoon chopped coriander leaves.

Prepare of Water as required.

You need of Tadka.

You need 2 tsp of Cooking oil.

You need 1 tsp of mustard seeds.

It's 1 tb of spoon sesame seeds.

I bake the Dhokla instead of steaming. Makes life convenient when making these for large gatherings. I load these delicious squares with vegetables. Besan Dhokla recipe the Food Fusion way.

Mix Vegetables Besan Dhokla instructions

Mix besan, semolina, curd, salt and make a batter with the help of water. Add water slowly stirring the mixture and to a required pouring consistency..

Peel wash and Chop onion, tomato, green chilli and coriander leaves. Grate ginger..

Mix all the chopped vegetables in batter. Add salt turmeric powder and soda bi carb and mix well till mixture becomes fluffy..

Grease four katoris. Add water in a karahi and heat it. Place a stand in karahi and put plate over it..

Now pour the mixture in katori. And keep katoris on the plate in karahi. Cover the lid. Steam for 10 minutes. Rest for 10 minutes..

Now remove katoris from karahi. Let it cool. Then demould it and remove it in a plate..

Now heat 1 tb spoon cooking oil in a non-stick griddle. Put mustard seeds and when mustard seeds splutter add sesame seeds and saute for 30 seconds. Now place katori Dhokla on it and roast on medium flame for 1 minute. Flip the side and roast from other side also. Flip again and roast for 1 minute..

Place it in a serving plate and serve with Tomato dip..

Make it, eat it, share it and enjoy it. #HappyCookingToYou. Add water,salt,caster sugar and lemon juice,mix well. Now invert the dhokla on a plate and remove the pan. Cut into square pieces and pour tadka evenly on the dhoklas & serve! Gram flour mixed with yogurt, green chilli-ginger paste, leaved with fruit salt and steamed and served tempered.

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Chocolate Cake Recipe Without Oven

Want to know the secret chocolate cake recipe that will leave your loved ones wanting more? The different types of cake that can be made with relative ease are bound to ache your sweet tooth. Preparing cakes is not a daunting task anymore. You just need to gather the ingredients required, mix them as instructed and voila! You have your very own cake. However, keep in mind that comparing first-times to professional bakers is unwise. Rather, celebrate your victory and practice more!

Learn more about the chocolate cake recipe in easy steps

What if you can bake some delicious chocolate cakes without an oven? Maybe you don’t have one yet or it’s out of commission. Let’s know the chocolate cake recipe without using an oven.

Ingredients needed:

· 1 teaspoon of cocoa powder

· 1 cup of all-purpose flour

· 1 teaspoon of vanilla extract

· 1.5 cup of powdered sugar

· 1 pinch salt

· 1 cup milk

· Butter

Procedure:

1. Strain cocoa powder, all-purpose flour, and sugar in a big bowl.

2. After that, pour baking soda, baking powder, and a little bit salt into the above mixture.

3. Now, add vanilla extract and milk. Make sure to stir till it mixes perfectly.

4. The batter must have the appropriate consistency. Ensure that it is not lumpy or watery. It must be smooth.

5. The cake tin is oiled and then lined with parchment paper. You can also use all-purpose flour and butter.

6. You can use a pressure cooker, karahi or a non-stick frying pan and put it over a middling flame. Add water to the utensil you are using and then place the cake tin over a cooking stand.

7. Ensure the utensil is covered and keep it there for around 30–45 minutes.

Your cake is ready. Now for the frosting, you can melt the dark chocolate and the heavy cream in separate pans. While the cream is still warm, add the melted chocolate and mix. After the cake becomes cool, you can start the chocolate frosting.

Basic ingredients that are found in a cake recipe

Despite the different flavours and design, every cake recipe has some basic essential ingredients. Without these, baking a cake is impossible. Some of them are detailed here.

Flour is one of the most vital components of any cake. It holds the other ingredients and also imparts protein to the finished cake. Not only does it make baking easier for you, but it adds nutritional value too!

The next ingredient that is highly essential is milk. It serves a multitude of purposes. The proteins present in milk add moistures and softens the cake. It provides the batter with a definite structure and strength. Moreover, it also provides flavor, color and tenderness to the finished product.

Baking powder is used as it is an efficient leavening agent. However, you must be careful while adding the baking powder as too much can make the cake batter and too little can make the baked good tough with no volume.

Are easy cake recipes a myth?

Easy cake recipes are definitely not a myth. Though it is true that you must have determination and patience before you can have the perfect cake, it is not impossible. It is highly likely that your cake will not be as tasty or as beautiful as professional bakers. However, it is vital that you take into account that years of practice and experience has aided them in baking such delicious cakes.

Can cake decorations be made without tools?

You might be surprised but you can decorate your cake without using any fancy tools. Now, numerous questions are bound to pop in your mind. However, it must be understood that these home tools are in no way a replacement for the tools used by professional bakers. Till the time you reach that level, you can practice with the ones that are surely present in your house.

For instance, you can use a ruler to smooth out the frostings. You can also use a spoon to make certain designs. Also, a knife is particularly useful to slicing off the extra frostings. Using these regular tools, you can easily decorate your cake.

Furthermore, you can also make your own fillings. You can use a strong parchment paper, cut it in the shape of a funnel, and pour the cream inside.

Surprise your loved one with an eggless red velvet cake

Do you want to surprise your partner with an innovative valentine gift? How about an eggless red velvet cake? You can even make it without an oven. Here are the steps that you can follow to make your valentine day even more special.

Ingredients needed:

· 1.25 cup of all-purpose flour

· 1 tablespoon cocoa powder

· 1 cup of powdered sugar

· ½ tablespoon of baking soda

· 1 tablespoon baking powder

· ½ cup of oil

· 1 tablespoon vanilla extract

· Red food colour

· ¾ cup of milk

Procedure:

1. Sieve all-purpose flour, cocoa powder, powdered sugar, baking soda, and baking powder and mix it well.

2. To the above mixture, add oil, vanilla extract and milk and combine.

3. After that, pour 2–3 drops of red food colour and again mix well.

4. Add vinegar before pouring it into the cake tin.

5. Oil the cake tin and place it over the cooking stand inside the pan or pressure cooker in low medium flame.

6. Let it simmer for 30–45 minutes.

Cut off the upper crust after the cake cools down and voila the cake is ready to eat!

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The food served here has a classical Indian taste that is elevated, ingenious, and astonishing yet stays true to its origins. The Beef Biryani (richly Flavored rice With Beef, Spices, Nuts, And Raisins) is the standout from the menu, but even a simple vegetable makhani or delicately flavored Chana Saag will be far better than any you’ve had before. The beef entrees items include Beef Shahi Korma, Beef Karahi, Beef Cabbage and Beef Curry. The items are served with basmati rice (cooked in a blend of ghee mixed with saffron, bay leaves, raisins, cloves, and cardamom) or naan bread alongside healthy salad which includes cucumber, tomatoes & carrots.

The restaurant’s owner is a food gourmet and passionate about food and continues to motivate the team and staffs to provide the best possible service and food to the customers. The vegetables and raw materials are purchased from top markets and are selected by their chef in person to pick the best of the bunch.

The restaurant uses authentic Indian spices which include bay leaves, cinnamon sticks, black pepper, large cardamoms garam masala, special chilies, and a range of other regional spice blends. The restaurant assures that only the highest quality ingredients are used to prepare the dishes. The menu is filled with recipes that are simple yet graceful, ensuring that taste is not compromised by overcomplicated recipes. The food served here is fresh. All food is prepared on a daily basis, allowing the vegetables, non-vegetarian items and other ingredients to remain fresh. Taste best Indian food and delicacies at Tandoor Indian Restaurant.

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Egg Karahi

Well look who’s making an appearance on this blog. I realized that I’ve been writing up a lot of recipes to share with friends and to keep track of for myself, so I’m going to be dumping some of them here. 

First up is egg karahi. Honestly South Asian cooking has never been my strong suit, nor has it felt super comfortable for me to cook. Not only do I lack the experience in the cooking methods and spices, but I also haven’t explored too much in terms of different dishes aside from your top takeaway type meals (Tikka Masala, Korma, Vindaloo, Biryani, Saag, Tandoori Chicken) and I honestly didn’t know what Pakistani food even was or how it was different. 

Earlier this year, Mike and I went to a restaurant in Brussels (of all places) and ordered a Pakistani dish called Lamb Karahi and it was hands down the best South Asian dish I’ve ever had. After that I was determined to try more Pakistani food, and Mike tried a Chicken Karahi dish at Aga’s in Houston which I can honestly say is my second favorite South Asian dish I’ve had. 

So I wanted to make karahi. It turns out karahi is actually named for the cooking dish, and that the recipe itself is a pretty foundational curry common in both family and roadside diners (dhabas). So far I’ve tried it with chicken, fish, and boiled egg which is the recipe I’m sharing today. When cooking with fish or egg, you don’t end up with a sauce quite as deliciously greasy as you would with lamb or chicken, but there are days I much prefer something flavorful and light over too heavy of a dish. 

PS If you do choose to use chicken, make sure it’s bone in, and let the meat and sauce fry in its own fat after all the liquid has evaporated from the pan.

OK the recipe finally!

Ingredients

Serves 2

A few boiled eggs, peeled (I boil mine for 10 min before dunking in an ice bath)

1 14 oz can of diced tomatoes

1 small onion, diced

2 tbsp ghee or butter

1 tbsp ginger paste or grated/minced ginger

1 tsp cumin (ground)

1 tsp coriander seed (ground)

1/2 tsp turmeric 

1 tsp garam masala

1 tsp kosher salt

Cilantro for topping

Directions

Heat a large skillet or non stick sauce pan/pot to medium and add ghee. 

Add the diced onion and all spices except garam masala and cook, stirring every minute, until onions are browned and almost mushy (this can take 10-15 min). 

Add in salt and tomato sauce, mix, and simmer for a few more minutes. Add peeled eggs (either whole or sliced) and garam masala. 

Taste test, if it needs more salt or spices add some. You can add a little cream if you want some extra richness. Serve on top of rice or porridge. Top with cilantro and/or mint chutney

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When I am keeping to my established diet, here are the main food options I usually go for which I have found to be quite easy/doable in terms of maintaining a no sugar, no/low carb diet, which was daunting at first: 

- Chicken salad: in the form of tawouk fattouch which is a common offering at Arab restaurants, and the one by my workplace has it on lunch special and the portion is huge, so for about $8 it’s a massive carton of fattouch (a Levantine salad) and a big piece of grilled chicken breast on the side. Fattouch normally comes with fried pita chips on top but I ask for it without. The amount of food is easily enough for two meals so I’ll have half for lunch and half for dinner, or leave half for the next day’s lunch and have something else for dinner. I get this quite a lot. Generally chicken and salad are big staples, whatever form that may take... most restaurants usually have a grilled boneless chicken item on the menu so that’s a great option, just get it with salad instead of fries. My “cheat” version of this is a buffalo chicken caesar salad which one restaurant around here does exceptionally well and also in a huge portion that I can cut into two meals, so I’ll “treat” myself with that every now and then; the buffalo chicken is breaded so it’s somewhat carby but I will get it without croutons, and not have any other carbs that day. 

- Chili: I love this because it’s a hearty, filling, yummy food I really enjoy, without high fat or carbs, especially if it’s not too heavy on beans (which are carby but like, not the same as eating bread or rice or pasta, and are a good protein source). I make a big pot of it at home sometimes but also sometimes pick up a cup for a few bucks at a halal restaurant that’s between my home and workplace and theirs almost feels like a veggie chili, it’s not heavy on meat at all even though it’s labeled as a pastrami chili. It’s nice to have that because my own chili recipe is quite basic as I don’t have the patience to put a million vegetables in it; it’s just beans, beef, tomato, chilis, spices (no onions bc I hate onions but I’ll use onion powder). 

- Chipotle burrito bowl: the greatest thing!! It’s convenient too because there’s a Chipotle near my house so it’s easy to swing by. I don’t eat meat from there bc it’s not halal but it’s fine because the (tofu) sofritas is soooo good; whatever your protein is though the burrito bowls are an awesome way to have your protein + veggies and other burrito fillings without a carby tortilla (I don’t get any rice or corn on it either). 

- Spinach salad: that I make at home, it’s tons of fresh baby spinach, diced tomato, sliced cucumber, diced avocado, lemon juice and salt. Normally I’d add olive oil to a salad but the avocado is already fatty and dresses the salad to an extent that I don’t miss the olive oil there. Sometimes I’ll add feta and occasionally pecans, which I love but they’re expensive lol. 

- Chicken: that I make at home, with boneless skinless thighs, chopped up carrots, a ton of peeled sliced garlic, maybe sometimes a little bit of chopped potato, and a Moroccan-influenced spice combination; it’s my mom’s recipe and she adds diced onions and peppers too but I hate onions and peppers. I love the flavor that this certain spice combo gives and this is really easy and quick to make. 

- Steak: the halal supermarket by my workplace sells these packs of 6 long thin steaks for like $4, which is a great bargain for me even if they are really not real steaks at all but just these long thin pieces of meat - I’ll buy a pack and split it into 3 portions of 2 pieces each and freeze them for quick meals. They’re so thin that I just season them and fry them in a touch of olive oil for 1 minute on each side on high heat, and then have that with some salad or guac (that I make) or carrots that I slice and grill in a bit of olive oil and spices under the oven broiler. 

- Stew: sometimes I’ll make Arab stews at home, namely a lima bean/tomato sauce/garlic/cilantro/ground beef stew or green bean/tomato sauce/garlic/ ground beef stew or carrot/pea/garlic/tomato sauce/ground beef stew, and make brown rice along with it and have it with just a bit of the rice or no rice at all. The pea/carrot one eats especially well with no rice, kind of like a soup. We really love making lamb karahi (Indian style curry) as well but not so often, as it has a high oil content (even though we cut that down from the original recipe), takes a while to make and it’s the one thing we exceptionally make with white basmati rice instead of brown, because you really need to enjoy that dish properly (and frankly it’s spicy enough that you really need the rice to balance it out). 

- Ablama: a variation on the traditional Arab stuffed zucchini, this is basically zucchini stuffed with a filling of ground beef/pine nuts/spices and cooked in a tomato sauce or yogurt sauce, served with rice; however I skip the stuffing part and just slice the zucchini in half, grill it then top it with the filling, add the tomato sauce (I don’t like it in yogurt) and bake; so simple. I’ll have it with just a little bit of brown rice. 

- Pasta: I make a quick and easy sauce which is basically a pasta sauce jar + cans of diced tomato and tomato sauce + ground beef + garlic + herbs/spices + diced sundried tomatoes if we have some in the house. No dairy or oil or butter at all, not even to fry the meat. Generally whether it’s for pasta or stew or chili or whatever we buy lean ground beef without much fat in it; you can still easily fry it in a nonstick pan without any oil. Wholegrain pasta with it - which I do not mind at all; it was very easy for me to get used to over white pasta, moreso than brown rice over white rice. Sometimes I’ll forego the pasta altogether and just have that sauce like a soup, maybe with some cheese on top, so kind of like an Italian chili. 

- Kibbe: the love of my life, is an Arab dish which is basically a meat filling in a meat/cracked wheat shell; so it’s kind of carby but I’ll have it in moderation and it will be the only carbs of the day. It comes in different forms but commonly in egg-sized “footballs” which the  deli at the Arab supermarket by my workplace sells at like 80 cents apiece so I’ll grab a few of them and some salad from there for dinner sometimes. 

- Soup: so many non-carby soups you can go for! the restaurant by my workplace has the BEST lentil soup and a great chicken vegetable soup as well. The latter is a great healthy option to go for while the former is a bit carby what with the lentils, but I just love it so much. It’s enough all on its own as a light lunch for me. I love tomato soup as well so my “cheat” thing will be a bowl of that from Panera; it’s sooo good but more fatty bc of the cream and probably has a considerable sugar content too. 

- If I do have bread: we only buy wholegrain bread, occasionally I’ll have a toasted piece of that with avocado spread (avocado/lemon/salt/pepper/crushed garlic) or peanut butter, which is the most amazing (non-carb/no sugar/good fat!) creation. Having it on celery instead of bread is also a great no-carb snack to go for. I avoid jams/jellies completely because of the sugar. 

- Eggs: My kind of “cheat” thing that I occasionally make is poached egg + sliced avocado + sliced tomato fried in olive oil, all piled on a piece of toast. Not the most unhealthy combo ever but I consider it a cheat thing because it is a relatively high fat content, especially with the fried tomato (which I lovvvve). This is also a much healthier version of the way I used to make it years ago, where the egg and bread were also fried...... frankly terrible. Eggs in general are so great though and you can easily forego any kind of bread and have a great omelet with healthy ingredients, even throw some cheese in there, the fat content is fine as long as you’re avoiding carbs. Or poach the egg if you want to avoid frying and have it with fresh sliced avocado and tomato or whatever else you like. 

- Fish: don’t eat as much of this as I should, but baked salmon or a shrimp stir-fry with veggies are a good way to go; tuna is also a quick fix I sometimes go for, without drowning it in mayo. 

- Coffee: a bit of a struggle, because I lovvvve coffee and need it to be somewhat sweet, not overly but I can’t drink black/bitter coffee at all. What’s nice is that there is a regional Michigan coffee chain called Biggby that has sugar free flavoring options (so you could get a coffee with sugar free vanilla instead of sugar, or a sugar free mocha) and that’s what I opt for; a café au lait is a good option because being half coffee half milk it’s not so bitter. However the struggle for me, even with sugar free options available, is wanting coffee in the morning but resisting it to stick to my intermittent fast till noon. My night owl lifestyle has always worked out fine even if I have to be up early as long as I have coffee; sticking to the fast has made me actually need to start sleeping earlier lol. Which I guess is healthier anyway... 

- Chocolate: No sugar and avoiding desserts is hard, even while I don’t have the hugest sweet tooth in general, sometimes it can be hard to resist. I do sometimes of course cheat, but try to keep it balanced. When I’m not cheating, for a leetle bit of indulgence, I have always loved dark chocolate anyway so a bit of that doesn’t hurt while I’m not having any other significant sources of sugar. Not all dark chocolate is created equal though, so I studied all the kinds at Target to find the one with the lowest sugar content without being too bitter. The winner is Ghirardelli Intense Dark 86% Midnight Reverie, a 90g bar of 8 large squares with 10g of sugar to the bar = 1.25g of sugar per square. That’s my go-to now and I usually have one square a night. 

- Other snacks: peanuts!!! A great no sugar/no carb snack and I really love peanuts; it’s easy to go overboard on them so I bought like a box of the small individually packaged ones, the kind of thing you’d put in a kid’s school lunch, and that’s in my office desk drawer so I’ll have a pack as a snack occasionally. The small packs ensure sticking to a controlled portion, vs having a can of peanuts that you just dive into. Chips or cheez-its (which I adore) are not the worst thing on earth either in moderation, like those small 50 cent bags; there’s no sugar and a small serving isn’t the hugest carb intake so that’s something to occasionally indulge on. Plain tortilla chips with salsa also is better than like doritos or whatever - portion control is just the key. 

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