, , , , ,

“Try as she may, this wasn’t the kind of superficial loneliness that could be cured by another’s touch.  No, she knew it was something bigger than that. Absolute.

The kind of loneliness that’s etched into your bones. “


Indian Cooking Adventures – Pt. 2


, , , , ,

Decided to freestyle a red lentil curry this evening.

I was expecting it to be slightly more disastrous than it was, but everything turned out ok in the end (except for some pretty nasty oil burns – protips: cumin seeds can get violent when heated.)


It doesn’t look like much, but I swear it’s delicious.

Anyway, vague approximate recipe:

  • 2 cups(ish) red lentils
  • 1/2 Can of crushed tomatoes (you could probably use more but that’s all I had)
  • Chunk of ginger (peeled, chopped)
  • around 1tsp whole cumin seeds
  • a pinch of onion powder
  • a pinch of cayenne pepper
  • salt (to taste)
  • 1 tsp coriander
  • 1/2 tsp turmeric
  • 1 carton of milk on hand (or water if you want to keep it vegan)
  • 3ish tbs oil

– Puree Lentils with some of the liquid from the canned tomatoes

– Purée tomatoes with the ginger and cayenne pepper

– Heat oil in saucepan, then toss in cumin and onion when it’s heated.

– Once all the cumin’s cracked, add the tomato purée mix (this can splash, be careful)

– Cook for a few minutes until tomatoes are ~ 50% reduced

– Add lentils — Mine were really thick/pasty because there wasn’t enough liquid when I mashed them up (This is where the milk comes in. Add a bit if necessary until smooth)

– Stir on medium heat for a few minutes (careful for splashing)

– Add the rest of your spices and cook for 5-8 more minutes (or until you feel like it’s ready)

And voilà, delicious curry.

Indian Cooking Adventures


, , , ,

So, I stumbled upon this website yesterday and was completely inspired by this woman’s recipes.

This evening, I attempted to make my own palak paneer, with my own home-made paneer !



The cheese was a bit crumbly, but held together pretty well when I fried it.


Et voila ! Final product over rice.

My father said it was a bit bland (then again, he says everything I cook is a bit bland), but I think it turned out pretty well considering I had no idea as to what I was doing.

Conclusion: Success. I’ve got enough for the week, and I am a happy camper.




“No, you don’t understand, sir. You cannot separate a musician from her instrument. Rhythms pulse through her veins, keeping the tempo of her heart. Every movement; every exhalation a different song. Music is her life – the very essence of her being. Without music, well… you try holding your breath for an eternity.”