#Pakistani Breakfast recipes

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A Journey Through The Aromas Of Pakistani Nihari - Easy Delicious Nihari Recipe

The word Nihari is derived from the Arabic word Nihar, which means morning. Hence the name Nihari means that it was used for breakfast.

Nihari-making originated either in the back streets of Delhi's Jama mosque, or many Lucknow enthusiasts believe it began with the fall of the Mughal Empire in the late 18th century. After, the Nawab happened from the kitchens of Oudh.

The method of preparing nihari is still more or less the same as it was in the early days. 

In those days, after the lid of the pot was covered, a dough stick was placed on its sides to maintain maximum temperature and slow cooking with steam. After lightly frying the meat, aromatic spices were added to it and left to slowly decompose and absorb the aroma of these spices.

The flavor of these spices would settle into the meat very gently, as if someone were casting a spell to entice someone.

Making Pakistani Nihar: The Easy Way

Prepare to embark on a culinary voyage, we will try to uncover the secrets of nihari, a dish steeped in tradition and bursting with flavor. 

Join us as we delve into the depths of this iconic dish, and unveil a traditional Pakistani nihari recipe that will transport your taste buds to the bustling streets of Lahore or Karachi.

Making The Best Nihari - Ingredients

Before we begin our culinary adventure, let's gather the following ingredients for our nihari:

1 kg beef shank or mutton, cut into chunks

2 large onions, thinly sliced

1/2 cup ghee or cooking oil

3 tablespoons ginger paste

3 tablespoons garlic paste

1 tablespoon turmeric powder

2 tablespoons red chili powder

2 tablespoons coriander powder

1 tablespoon cumin powder

1 teaspoon fennel seeds

1 teaspoon black peppercorns

4-5 green cardamom pods

2-3 cloves

3-4 bay leaves

Salt to taste

Warm water

Fresh ginger slices

Fresh green chilies

Chopped coriander for garnish

Naan bread or steamed rice for serving

Step-by-Step Instructions For Making Nihari

Now, let's dive into the art of preparing Pakistani nihari with our step-by-step guide:

Step 1: Fry the Onions

Heat ghee or cooking oil in a large pot over medium heat.

Add the thinly sliced onions and cook until they turn golden brown and caramelized, stirring occasionally to ensure even cooking.

Step 2: Searing The Meat

Once the onions are caramelized, add the beef or mutton chunks to the pot.

Increase the heat to medium-high and sear the meat on all sides until it develops a rich, brown crust, locking in the flavors.

Step 3: Crafting The Spice Blend

While the meat is searing, prepare the spice blend by combining ginger paste, garlic paste, turmeric powder, red chili powder, coriander powder, cumin powder, fennel seeds, black peppercorns, green cardamom pods, cloves, and bay leaves in a small bowl.

Step 4: Infusing The Flavors

Once the meat is seared to perfection, add the prepared spice blend to the pot.

Stir well to coat the meat evenly with the aromatic spices, allowing them to release their flavors and aromas.

Step 5: Slow Cooking

Pour enough warm water into the pot to cover the meat completely.

Reduce the heat to low, cover the pot with a lid, and let the nihari simmer gently for 4-5 hours, or until the meat is tender and falls apart easily.

Step 6: Thickening The Gravy

After the nihari has simmered for several hours, remove a ladleful of the gravy from the pot and transfer it to a separate bowl.

Using a fork or whisk, mash the onions and spices in the gravy until they form a smooth paste.

Pour the mashed gravy back into the pot and stir well to thicken the nihari to your desired consistency.

Step 7: Serving

Serve the hot nihari in bowls, garnished with fresh ginger slices, green chilies, and chopped coriander.

Accompany the nihari with warm naan bread or steamed rice for a complete and satisfying meal.

The Bottom Line 

With its tantalizing aroma and robust flavors, Pakistani nihari is a dish that embodies the essence of Pakistani cuisine. By following this above traditional recipe and savoring each step of the cooking process, you can experience the true magic of nihari and transport yourself to the vibrant streets and bustling bazaars of Pakistan. 

So gather your ingredients, unleash your culinary prowess, and treat yourself to a taste of authentic Pakistani nihari that will leave you craving more.

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Ahhh, thank you so much for tagging me in such a fun quiz! I am LOVING reading everyone's answers! All of you make me smile so much 😍 @stocious @shinygalaxyperson @energievie 😍

what are some movie / tv quotes that you quote often?

"Keep it secret, keep it safe!" - LOTR (any time I hand anybody anything) "What, like it's hard?" - Legally Blonde A million quotes from Arrested Development, Seinfeld, and Simpsons, because I'm annoying.

what is your favorite flower?

Iris, tulip, daffodil, bleeding hearts.

if you were in avatar: the last airbender what element would you want to bend? earth, fire, water or air?

Water!

what was your first job?

An ice cream shop where I had to sing full length songs about ice cream and also sing every time I got tipped.

what is your favorite breakfast?

Difficult! I'm a breakfast PERSON as a LIFE RULE. I eat breakfast food often more than once a day. Maybe a giant waffle with all three of the fruits. Although my local place does a waffle with bacon and chocolate that I love. But when I say that, I miss meat. You see my problem. Scottish square sausage is the best sausage.

what’s a meal from childhood that you love?

Going fishing with my dad, he'd clean the fish outdoors (or have me scale & gut them), and then he'd fry them til super crisp over the fire, cooking in a pan with masses of butter and salt.

what’s your favorite joke to tell?

My kid is the joke-teller, I'm funny on the fly/in banter.

what’s your favorite animal to see at the zoo?

The reptile & amphibian house!

what’s your go to quick meal to cook / make at home?

Packet ramen that I load up with egg, meat, veggies etc. Chocolate chip pancakes. Omelets with whatever filling is in the fridge.

what’s your go to meal to cook someone to impress them?

Shrimp red curry from scratch, lamb & okra curry (recipe from my Pakistani ex-father-in-law), lasagna.

what’s something you want to do better?

I don't know. I try to be kind to myself and not give myself expectations that may fail, and rather try and work toward a general goal. Like, I would like to continue to learn and grow in handling my PTSD, triggers, and symptoms in a healthy way.

if you’re working do you like your job?

Yup! I love it! I haven't been able to work in 6 months, because of my spine injury, but I'll be back once I heal from surgery. I work at my daughter's grammar school as a recess and lunch monitor, so I get to see her every day, as well as her friends. We have a good time!

do you collect anything? what?                                              

I of course collect all my concert tickets. I collect horror movies, like I have hundreds of horror DVDs, a lot of them obscure (and many of them not). I've been collecting different editions of Anne Rice books since I was 11yrs old.

if you were trapped in a kids tv show, what show would you be okay with being trapped in?

Sailor Moon!

an adults tv show?

God, all the shows I watch & love are all so fucking fraught with Horrors LOL Can I be on Supernatural as long as y'all promise I don't end up like all the other women on the show?

what kind of job did you want as a child?

I wanted to be a garbage lady!!! I wanted to actively help save the environment lol. So, I was always really happy when the garbage people came along to take away the trash and recycling. Later, I wanted to go into zoology. (Didn't do any of those things, I got a scholarship in Theater & Arts lol)

do you follow any sports? what team do you root for?

GLASGOW CELTICS MON THE CELTICS

if you could be any animal what would you be and why?

I've always wanted to be a sea turtle! Drifting and dreaming through the pretty seas and having a million lovely beautiful babies.

if you could be any mythological creature what would you be and why?

Probably like a pan. Y'know, with the goat legs, playing music all day and getting drunk, partying with the other forest fae.

what’s the most obscure thing you’ve had to google for a fanfic you were writing/reading?

I was definitely googling how nuclear power reactors function for Star Trek fic and learned more than I imagined I would lol.

what milkovich do you identify with most?

Ooof, of course Mickey. Growing up terrified of a severely abusive father who would snap at the smallest thing, having an eastern european immigrant family, growing up with anger issues but being excessively soft on the inside, and hey, my parents are chicago born-bred folks (first generation american).

which one are you actually like the most?

ughhhhh. . .Why I gotta decide?! Mickey lol.

what gallagher do you identify with most? 

Fiona. She had to deal with Frank the most. My dad is a lot a lot a lot like Frank (narcisstic alcoholic genius level asshole who is happy to abandon their kid & make them feel bad about it instead of taking responsibility), to the point where I will sometimes get triggered by his presence in an episode and have to stop watching for months at a time when I was first watching the show. She's always trying her best to be everything for everyone, usually to the detriment of her own personal identity and happiness. She's absolutely easily the most like me.

 which one are you actually like the most?

No, still Fiona lol

[pinkaddiofficial]

Kebab (UK: /kɪˈbæb/, US: /kɪˈbɑːb/; Arabic: كباب, kabāb, [kaˈbaːb]; Turkish: kebap, [cebɑp]) or kabob (North American) is a type of cooked meat dish that originates from cuisines of the Middle East. Many variants of the category are popular around the world, including the skewered shish kebab and the doner kebab with bread.

Kebabs consist of cut up or ground meat, sometimes with vegetables and various other accompaniments according to the specific recipe. Although kebabs are typically cooked on a skewer over a fire, some kebab dishes are oven-baked in a pan, or prepared as a stew such as tas kebab.[1][2] The traditional meat for kebabs is most often lamb meat, but regional recipes may include beef, goat, chicken, fish, or even pork (depending on whether or not there are specific religious prohibitions).

History

In Ibn Sayyar al-Warraq's 10th-century Baghdadi cookbook Kitab al-Tabikh (Arabic: كتاب الطبيخ), a compendium of much of the legacy of Mesopotamian, Persian, and Arab cuisine, there are descriptions of kabāb as cut-up meat, either fried in a pan or grilled over a fire.[3]

However, while the word kebab or shish kebab may sometimes be used in English as a culinary term that refers to any type of small chunks of meat cooked on a skewer,[1] kebab is mainly associated with a diversity of meat dishes that originated in the medieval kitchens of Persia and Anatolia.[4] Though the word has ancient origins, it was popularized in the West by Turks to refer to this range of grilled and broiled meat, which may be cooked on skewers, but also as stews, meatballs, and other forms.[1][4] This cuisine has spread around the world, in parallel with Muslim influence.[1] According to Ibn Battuta, a Moroccan traveller, kebab was served in the royal houses during the Delhi Sultanate (1206–1526 CE), and even commoners would enjoy it for breakfast with naan.[5] Kebab dishes have been adopted and integrated with local cooking styles and innovations, from the now-ubiquitous doner kebab fast food, to the many variations of shish kebab, such as the satays of Southeast Asia.[1]

The word kebab likely came to English in the late 17th century from the Arabic kabāb, partly through Hindustani, Persian and Turkish.[6][7] According to linguist Sevan Nişanyan, the Turkish word kebap is also derived from the Arabic word kabāb, meaning roasted meat. It appears in Turkish texts as early as the 14th century, in Kyssa-i Yusuf (the story of Joseph), though still in the Arabic form. Nişanyan states that the word has the equivalent meaning of 'frying, burning' with kabābu in the old Akkadian language, and kbabā כבבא in Aramaic.[8] In contrast, food historian Gil Marks says that the medieval Arabic and Turkish terms were adopted from the Persian kabab, which probably derived from the Aramaic.[4]

The American Heritage Dictionary also gives a probable East Semitic root origin with the meaning of 'burn', 'char', or 'roast', from the Aramaic and Akkadian.[9] The Babylonian Talmud instructs that Temple offerings not be kabbaba (burned).[4] These words point to an origin in the prehistoric Proto-Afroasiatic language: *kab-, to burn or roast.[10]

Varieties by region

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For a list of kebab variants, see List of kebabs.

In most English-speaking countries, a kebab may be the classic shish kebab or souvlaki – small cubes of meat cooked on a skewer[1][6] – or, in North America where it is better known as gyros where as outside North America fast-food is known as doner kebab.[11][6][4] By contrast, in Indian English, Bangladeshi English, Pakistani English[12][13] and in the languages of the Middle East, other parts of Asia, and the Muslim world, a kebab is any of a wide variety of grilled meat dishes. Some dishes ultimately derived from Middle Eastern kebab may have different names in their local languages, such as the Chinese chuan.

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There are so many words I haven't heard of before here.

[foodofasia]

Aloo Ke Paratha Recipe:

Aloo Ke paratha are a popular Indian and Pakistani dish made with unleavened wheat dough stuffed with spiced mashed potatoes and then pan-fried. They are a delicious and fulfilling option for breakfast or any meal. Here’s a simple recipe along with measurements, instructions, and serving suggestions: Ingredients: For Dough: whole wheat flour (atta) 2 cups Water (as needed) Salt (to…

[mohitvatra]

Amritsari Kulcha Recipe

This plain flour chapatti recipe comes from Punjabi cuisine and features spicy potato filling. Amritsari Naan or Kulcha is usually heated in an Indian oven but this recipe is made on a burner griddle.

This is a famous Indian and Pakistani naan recipe usually served with chole masala or chana masala. Amritsari Kulcha Recipe is a potato stuffed kulcha recipe which is a popular bread recipe from Amritsar, a city in Punjab.

For lunch or dinner, I always pair kulcha recipe with paneer curry or soya chunk/badi curry. I was stunned when I came to know that Naan is eaten for breakfast in Punjab. especially aloo kulcha recipe is very famous plain or with mint raita. I also like to eat it with mango pickle or dal makhani.

Now, I would like to talk about some useful hints, variations and tips to make the best Amritsari Kulcha recipe. I have kneaded the dough with plain lukewarm water, but you can also use lukewarm milk to massage the mixture. This will make the Kulcha very delicate and flaky. Always moisten the back side of the kulcha with water before baking it on a pan or griddle. The filling of potato filling is up to you, you can make it plain without any filling.

For more information visit the link: https://cookingkhajana.in/amritsari-kulcha-recipe/

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Easy Banana Smoothie Pakistani Food Recipe

Easy Banana Smoothie Pakistani Food Recipe

Welcome back to my cooking blog. Today I am going to sharing a very delicious and refreshing and energy full drink for you. Easy Banana Smoothie Pakistani Food Recipe. You need only four ingredients in that recipe. This smoothie is the best option for your healthy breakfast recipe. Bananas are favorite for kids and that refreshing is tasty and enjoy your kids to drink it. You Wanna Healthy…

[mjskitchen]

Are you looking for an easy and moist banana bread without oven recipe?

Today I bring it for you, try it once & you will love it to make again.

Here's the full recipe: https://youtu.be/KyN6ks_VxPE

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जब बिना तेल के बनाएंगे ये पकौड़े, खाकर कहेंगे और दे दो थोड़े

जब बिना तेल के बनाएंगे ये पकौड़े, खाकर कहेंगे और दे दो थोड़े

नॉन स्टिक पैन में पकौड़े बनाने की वजह ये है कि उसमें तेल का इस्तेमाल बहुत कम होता है. इसलिए जितना हो सके कढ़ाई में भरकर तेल चढ़ाने के बजाय नॉन स्टिक पैन में पकौड़े बनाएं. लेकिन, इससे टेस्ट पर कोई इफेक्ट नहीं पड़ेगा. उसकी फिक्र मत कीजिएगा. News Nation Bureau | Edited By : Megha Jain | Updated on: 26 Sep 2021, 12:43:47 PM Oil free Pakode (Photo Credit: News Nation) नई दिल्ली: पकौड़ों की बात हो…

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[food-of-pakistan]

Halwa Puri

Halwa Puri is a popular Pakistani breakfast platter originating from the Indian subcontinent. It consists of the following dishes and is considered to be a brunch for the weekend in Pakistan and India . .

Follow & Visit Our website Food of Pakistan to see mouth-watering recipes of Pakistani Cuisine and be a star in your home. Our recipes are easy to follow and prepare and are bound to leave you and your household wanting for more.

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Nikah: January

Story Masterlist

Nikah: noun, Arabic, meaning the contract of marriage.

Bucky marries Peter’s former tutor because her student visa’s about to expire and the government isn’t granting her a green card. Can she find a way to permanent residence by marriage, and if so, will it be at the cost of their hearts?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: Mentions of grief, war.

A/N: Written under the Arranged/Accidental Marriage trope for @mermaidxatxheart ‘s writing challenge. This story will update on weekends, with two chapters each on Saturdays and Sundays. Tags are open, and for now I’m only tagging those on my permanent list. You can always let me know if you want to be added or taken off of something. I look forward to your comments and hope that you enjoy.

Bucky Barnes did not plan to start the new year as a married man. Not until three weeks ago, when this entire ordeal began. Yet here he is, a gold band on his prosthetic hand that is buried beneath the pillow under his head, while he watches his near-stranger bride sleep next to him. They’ve met in person a grand total of two times, the second being the marriage ceremony itself. Ceremony is an overstatement, he thinks. They eloped. Oh, if his ma could see him now. Bruised and war-torn, reborn from Hydra’s ashes with the marvel of Wakandan technology, married to a woman he hardly knows. And it’s all Peter Parker’s fault.

It had started with his silence. Slowly but surely, the youngest Avenger, known for his jubilant enthusiasm, had become unnervingly quiet. 

One week, and they begin to notice. Curious look and additional encouragements to involve him.

Two weeks, and they suspect he misses Tony more than usual. It’s been several months, but the grief comes and goes in waves. Laughter can turn quickly into tears. Bucky’s seen them smile at a joke and turn to the head of the table, or a corner of the room, looking for Tony or Nat’s response respectively, only for the smile to fall at the proof of their absence. They give him time, Sam gives him a talk, and Pepper, an invitation to lunch at the lakehouse.

Three weeks, and they return from a multiple-week mission and brake outside the kitchen like eavesdropping teenagers. The actual teenagers - Peter and Wanda - are inside discussing something. By the distress in Peter’s voice, it’s whatever’s been bothering him recently.

“-but if the student visa doesn’t expire for another year, why is she applying already?” Wanda’s asking from the stove, stirring a Sokovian soup. Peter puts a Tupperware container of extra chopped vegetables in the fridge. Leans on the marble countertop, sighing.

“She suspected that they might reject her. He PhD ends in June so she’s applying for a green card instead, but immigration policies are stricter now. Especially for people from Muslim countries, and she’s Pakistani. It isn’t fair,” He reiterates, tastes the soup. Anything to distract from his shaking hands. Wanda looks on worriedly. “I just mean- like- she’s been living here for almost ten years. She just wants to be a permanent resident. If they don’t let her, she’ll have to go back. She doesn’t want to, but she’ll have to,” He concludes, opening the tap and initiating clean-up.

“And she’s… important… to you,” Wanda states, looking over her shoulder, giving him room to elaborate.

“She helped me with English class and lit in middle school. She was there when Ben died, when Tony died, she’s just been constant, y’know?” He explains. Wanda puts down the wooden spoon, rests a hand on the counter and absorbs her friend’s morose expression.

“So now what?”

“There’s no way they’ll extend her visa. She’ll probably try again for a green card, but I don’t think it’ll work. If she had a steady job, she could apply for a work visa, but she’s freelance. The only other thing I can think of is marriage to a US citizen.”

He hopes it works. The marriage. Green card by family, by marriage, by him vouching for her. The ring is constricting around his finger, a heavy weight reminding of the sanctity of marriage, and how he’s breaching it. He wonders if she feels the same way. At present, she appears unperturbed, lying on her side facing him. The hand bearing the ring is in front of her face, resting on the pillow like a crown on its pedestal. The scarce daylight, just cloudy watercolor, tip-toes through the gap in his blackout curtains, casting a thing stream of moonlight across her face. Snow day.

They had barely made it to his apartment last night before the blizzard hit. She had been quiet then, even more so than now, when he can at least hear her sleep-steady breaths escape the cage built by the pink pillows of her lips. Eyelashes like snowflakes against the bags under her eyes. 

The mildly disturbing nature of his actions occurs to him, and he decides to stop. Gets out of bed and tenses when she shifts.  The duvet slides down, revealing her white night-gown. Bucky moves, steps as soft and sneaky as fog on the carpet, to her side. Lifts the duvet up to her ching, grazing her silk-clad shoulder in the process. A mumble, and he holds his breath, but thankfully, she stays asleep.

Shutting his - their - bedroom door behind him, he makes for the bathroom first. The shower is scalding hot, and his skin pinks quickly. The Wakandan shampoo is running out. He makes a note to ask Shuri for more, and thinks about what American item to send in return. Dunkin’ Donuts, perhaps. 

Coconut goes well with the raspberry scent of his new wife’s body wash, already embedded in the walls because she takes evening showers. Claims they help her sleep. It didn’t help last night, however, because she tossed and turned throughout, only coming to rest around three. Bucky didn’t fare any better, eyes shutting an hour later. 

He rinses his hair, the condensation from the steam on his arm washing off. Resumes his morning rituals - conditioner, shower gel, rinse, dry off. As he’s towelling himself dry, he takes in the evidence of her presence once again. The bottle of lotion on the vanity, the make-up removal wipes in the cabinet next to his shaving things. Like this is all perfectly normal.

It is, of course, everything but. You don’t marry someone you don’t know. The gravity of his actions tug on his stomach as he walks past the couch he offered to sleep on. He hadn’t wanted to make her uncomfortable, but she had vehemently refused to kick him out of his own bed. Said she would rather sleep in the snow outside. He’s sure she would have, too, given the excuse, and she would’ve melted the snow into steaming puddles around her, anger coming off red-hot like the sun’s rage.

He lights the stove and fetches the ingredients necessary for pancakes. Opens a recipe on his tablet. Never made them on his own a day in his life - Sam’s are better, but he’ll never tell him that. Something in him just wants to put her at ease. Anyone who cares to look past the stiff demeanor, the jasmine flower in her hair, the reluctant mehndi on her hands, the fire in her eyes, will see resentment. At the government, God, fate, destiny - all scapegoats to blame for putting her in this situation. For reducing her to getting married just to stay in the country she considers home.

Bucky is, too. Resentful, that is. What’s worse is, he doesn’t understand it. Doesn’t understand where the love went. Then he feels guilty, snorts at his own naivete, his blissful ignorance. Lover boy Bucky Barnes. He was never one for politics, he thinks, pouring the first pancake. What little he remembers of his youth wafts up; taking care of Becca, taking care of Steve, taking girls on dates, taking the ship to the war, taking out Nazis. Even in the trenches, where soldiers had a tendency to question Roosevelt, or cuss at Hitler, he’d order them to shut up and shoot. If us fellas were meant to do nothin’ but talk, we’d be in Congress already, but we ain’t. So quit blabberin’ and do your jobs.

The second pancake is on the platter. A door opens somewhere down the hall. He waits, still and patient, as footsteps enter the bathroom and the sound of his sizzling frying pan and running water washes out the anxiety of talking to her. He will have to, at some point or the other. They live together. She had suggested briefly that they not, hadn’t wanted to burden him, but he reminded her of his public image. People would most certainly notice if he wasn’t living with his wife, and then where would they be?

Said wife is now in the kitchen, wringing her hands, the glass bangles - chooriyan - chiming, and he pretends to be unaware. 

“James?” This plan doesn’t last very long, and he turns to see that she’s wearing what he would call a tunic if Peter hadn’t taught him it’s a kameez - he’s been giving him desi culture lessons - over a pair of jeans.

“Just Bucky, please. Mornin’. Sleep well?” He returns to the pancakes, blushing at his ineptitude. Tries to convince himself it’s okay, she’s an introvert, too. She’s uncomfortable around new people, too. The pancake tower is now five high.

“You should’ve woken me. Why are you making breakfast by yourself?” She ignores his question, a question he doesn’t know why he asked if he knows the answer to, and comes up to stand next to him at the counter.

“Why would I do that? I can cook, you know,” He says, only half in jest, the joke the first of the day, of the year, of their relationship. She smiles - a reward.

“Yeah, but still…” She trails off, then shakes away what’s troubling her. Bucky files that response under Things to Worry About Later. “I can see that you can cook. A little too well, it seems,” She laughs, gesturing to the sizable stack. “Can you eat five pancakes?” She asks with wonder.

“What do you mean?” 

“I can’t eat more than two, and you just flipped your seventh one, so that means you’ll have to-”

“Don’t worry. They’ll be gone before you can say super-metabolism,” He reassures, and she nods dubiously.

“Can I at least set the table?” Bucky looks at her, soft and kind and wise, wishes that she didn’t have to experience this. Forcing a marriage to stay in the place she loves. What has the world come to?

He shows her where the plates are, sets about pulling out various pancake toppings. Syrup, honey, berries, Nutella. She places the plates on the table, brings him the pot of coffee he forgot he made. Finally, they sit. Minutes of utensils colliding and the pancake stack diminishing pass before either of them say anything. She pours him coffee.

“Thanks. You didn’t pour any for yourself,” He says, frowning around a mouthful of blueberries. 

“I don’t drink coffee?”

“Tea?”

“Yeah, but-” Bucky begins to get up but she reaches for his hand, chooriyan clinking against the vibranium. “I don’t feel like it today,” She tells him, brushing a strand of dark hair behind her ear.

“You should’ve said something,” He says, upset at not being able to provide for a guest, the guest who’s going to be staying for a while. She shakes her head, spreads Nutella across her second pancake.

“It’s not that big a deal,” She laughs, cutting a piece. “Some days I feel like it and some days I don’t.”

“Okay.”

They finish breakfast in silence, and Bucky drinks more coffee than he should. She’s just picked up the dishes and is picking up a bottle of dish soap when Bucky opens the dishwasher and and takes both the dishes and the soap from her hands. Rinses and stacks them, then looks up at her as he’s drying his hands, still kneeling at the dishwasher. Observes the protest turn to surprise and then to veiled joy, and thinks: they might just make it through this.

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[leemarkies]

i’m from the middle-east and i do admit we don’t really use strong spices like those used in south asian food and we’re around the same level with east-asian cuisine wrt to the ouch of flavour in general everyday dishes but i grew up in a neighbourhood where there were so many different people from a lot of countries and we’d regularly exchange food and stuff so i’ve had the pleasure of exploring indonesian, bengali, japanese, pakistani, thai, burmese, indian & turkish food etc! and my mum makes chinese dishes from time to time so that as well. being in a mixed family really helps you open up to different tastes but even if not, a diverse neighbourhood does the trick~ my mum is pretty good at cooking (but she learnt everything after marriage skdkfk my grandma taught her how to make everything we usually eat) and my father… well i’ve only had food made by him 2 times total when my mum wasn’t able to but he made some batata harra with spiced chicken! and the second time was some eggplant dish i can’t quite recall but both were seasoned quite well and he didn’t follow any recipe online/called his mother for it so i was very surprised :3 yeah even the fancy tricks on masterchef can’t take away the fact that the food tastes a little disappointing… my first try with mac & cheese was AWFUL i have no idea how people like the taste of sharp cheddar so much like the amount of it that goes into the boiled noodles is just *shivers* i think i prefer middle eastern cuisine the most but south asian and east asian food is also very good. yeah i think overall the asian food remains best from what i’ve tried so far! what are some of your favourite indian dishes? i dunno much about it but i do know that i adore dosa and we have it for breakfast every 3 months or so :D i bake sometimes! tomorrow i’ll be making black forest dessert cups hehe another question added: what are you favourite desserts as well? - 🍉

oooo that sounds so fun!!!!! i loved it when i would go over to my friend’s house and their family would make dinner ! love trying new stuff! and your parents seem like natural chefs hehe not even needing a recipe

yeah i’m not a huge cheese person and i don’t particularly like mac and cheese :/ which draws the ire of a lot of people bc that’s like .. a staple food here. and i looooove east asian food too!!! i really like indian butter chicken, chicken masala, and biryani! i’ve never heard or tried both dosa or black forest dessert cups :O and i looove tres leches cake 😋

[pakistanichefs]

Healthy & Simple Strawberry Smoothie Pakistani Food Recipe

Healthy & Simple Strawberry Smoothie Pakistani Food Recipe

Healthy & Simple Strawberry Smoothie Pakistani Food Recipe with almond milk, frozen strawberries, banana, and yogurt. This strawberry smoothie is easy for kids to make and tastes delicious! This smoothie is the best healthy breakfast for you. Also the best option for an evening snack meal. You can also serve guests as a dessert or refreshing drink instead of unhealthy cold drinks. Start your day…

[mjskitchen]

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