Vegan Chickpea Curry


  • 1 yellow onion minced
  • salt and pepper to taste
  • 1 ½ tbsp Garam masala
  • 3 cloves garlic minced
  • 1 tsp minced ginger
  • 1 yellow bell pepper 
  • 7 mushrooms sliced
  • 1 cup cauliflower
  • 2 cups chickpeas cooked
  • ½ cup spinach
  • 3 tbsp red curry paste
  • 1 can coconutmilk
  • 1 cup water
  • 1 tbsp vegetable broth powder
  • 1 cup rice
  • 1 tsp curry powder
  • ½ tsp cumin
  1. Cook rice with 2 cups of water. In the meantime mince, dice and slice the veggies. Heat a deep pan with some oil of your choice and cook the onions and garlic until fragrant. Add ginger, red paste and mix together. Add pepper, mushrooms, cauliflower and chickpeas to the pan and cook for about 5 minutes on medium heat.
  2. Add water, broth powder, curry powder, garam masala, and cumin to the pan and let it cook with the lid on for 10 minutes.
  3. After 10 minutes add the coconutmilk and spinach. Stir well and cook for another 5 minutes. Take the cooked rice off the stove and serve some in bowl. 
  4. Serve the rice with the curry and enjoy!

welcome to the after party
where the girls are lost and the boys are pretty

where the hours are long and the night is old
where gods become men in the neon glow

leave your wings and halo before you come in
down here, we’re only interested in your sins
—  welcome to the after ( under ) party | l.x.

occamybarnes  asked:

Honey. I feel like Tom would definitely call his SO honey or hun 💕

“will you please talk to me?” you looked at tom, his face set in a pout as he stood in front of you. tom had dropped your favorite mug - a peter pan themed mug from disneyland. it was your favorite because peter pan had been your favorite animated disney film since you were a little girl, and finding peter pan merchandise was difficult - everything revolved around tinker bell now. it was the last cup they had when you went and they hadn’t restocked it, so to say you were devastated was an understatement to you. “baby, please,” he dropped to his knees and shuffled toward you, eventually lowering to a crawl. he sat on his knees in front of where you sat on the couch. you looked back at the tv, pressing play on your current episode of parks and rec. tom sighed. he stood up, looking at the tv and then at you. he leaned down and kissed your forehead, feeling accomplished that you were just giving him the silent treatment and weren’t pulling away from him completely.
“i’m sorry.” and with that, he went upstairs and you heard the door of the bedroom close.

most people might think you were being irrational - maybe you were - but you had told tom plenty of times to be careful with it, and he knew it was important. even if people thought you were being immature, tom knew you weren’t. he was reckless with it - he had held it up too high for your reach to poke fun at you, and when he turned he bumped into the counter corner and had dropped it. he picked up the pieces quickly and tried to apologize but the damage had been done already. tom still had the pieces with him, he was determined to fix this. he just needed to buy himself some time.

he picked up his phone and opened up the message chain he had with you, sending you a quick text.

to: dancing queen💃🏽
i know you’re mad, but i need some sugar, sugar. will you please head to the store?

you heard the ding from your phone and glanced down, pausing the show. you couldn’t help the smile in your face at the cheesy nickname. you grabbed your keys and headed out to grab what tom needed.

tom heard the door shut and went downstairs to grab the glue gun, working on piecing back the cup together. he knew it wouldn’t be useable with all of the cracks - he just hoped the thought would count for you. he wrote a note to go with it, trying to make his writing eligible.

‘i’m sorry about the cup, i tried to fix it, honey. i’ll look everywhere for a new one, i’ll go everywhere to find a replacement. i hope you can forgive me, darling. i love you.’

he grabbed a strip of tape and tape it to his final product, cringing at his fail attempt, but as he heard the front door open, he knew it’d have to do. he held the cup behind his back and turned to face you quickly, catching you with a confused expression. you held up the bag, signaling you had gotten what he asked for. when you placed the bag on the counter, you turned to walk back to the living room. “wait!” you stopped, turning to face him. you lifted up your eyebrow. “i, uh, i have something for you.” you nodded, folding your arms across your chest. he brought the cup from behind him, showing you his attempted mess.

your face softened, immediately reaching out for the mug. he shyly handed it over, bringing his hand up to scratch the back of his neck. you picked up the note, reading it once, twice, three times. you smiled, looking up at him to see him glancing at the floor. “tom,” you whispered, his head quickly lifting up after hearing your voice. “you’re talking to me?” you walked up to him, wrapping your arms around his neck as his arms reacted and wrapped around your waist. you leaned in and kissed him, feeling him reciprocate the action right away. “i love you, baby” you mumbled against his lips, pecking him before pulling away and resting your forehead against his. “i love you too, honey.”

Southwest Rainbow Salad ✨

This is one of my faaaavorite salads to make. It has so much good flavor and I always feel so satisfied after I eat it. But I’ll let you be the judge. 😉

Southwest Rainbow Salad

4-6 romaine leaves, chopped
¼ cup shredded red cabbage
½ orange bell pepper, chopped
½ cup black beans, canned or fresh
6-8 cherry tomatoes, halved
½ cup baked tofu (recipe follows)
¼ avocado, diced
Few sprigs of cilantro, chopped
Southwest sauce (recipe follows)

Combine all ingredients in a medium sized bowl and toss with southwest sauce.

Baked Tofu

½ block extra firm tofu, drained and cubed
1 tbsp. gluten free low sodium tamari
Preheat oven to 375 degrees Fahrenheit. Lightly grease a baking sheet with cooking spray or use a non-stick baking pan. Toss the cubed tofu with the tamari then place marinated tofu on baking sheet and bake for 45, flipping tofu once halfway. Remove from oven and allow tofu to cool.

Southwest Sauce

3 tbsp. veganaise or vegan mayo
2 tsp. lemon juice
2 tsp. chipotle powder or adobo sauce
½ tsp. rice vinegar
½ tsp. smoked paprika
½ tsp. garlic powder
¼ tsp. salt

Combine all the ingredients and mix until smooth. Any leftover sauce can be kept in refrigerator for up to a week in an airtight container.

Something tragic I noticed in Skin Deep

I am sure other Rumbelle fans may have noticed this long before I did but I just noticed this and thought I should share it.

First I’m going to flash back here to season two when we saw Milah mock Rumplestiltskin with her pirate friends at the tavern.  Later when she’s hung over (despite how she treated him) human Rumplestiltskin offers her a cup of tea but she does not take it.

(Ironic that there are some haters who insist this guy somehow abused her. She left their child home alone with a fire while she mocked her disabled husband to pirates.  And later when she’s hung over he tries to give her tea.   Sooooo abusive.  That’s sarcasm, by the way…)


In Season four during the AU where he is “The Light One” it’s Belle who offers him a cup of tea to help clear his thoughts. 

He ends up dropping it and it becomes that universe’s chipped cup.

The point here is that tea has always had a special significance to Rumple before he even became the imp, before even Belle’s chipped cup.

Now back to Skin Deep.  After Rumplestiltskin kicks Belle out we see Rumple alone at his spinning wheel when Regina barges in.  He was not expecting her that day.  She’s there to discuss “a certain little mermaid.” 

However…  look at the tea he has out.  Rumple had two tea cups ready.  I think he was hoping that despite having kicked her out, that Belle would again return and he could make amends over a cup of tea, as he would have when he was mortal.

Look. There are two cups.  He wasn’t expecting Regina.  They both make that clear.  She just helped herself to the tea.   So who was that second cup for? 

He was hoping Belle would return.  He wanted to talk to her, he wanted to be the one to serve her tea.

And what is the first thing he does for Belle in the very first episode of Season two?  Well, it’s interrupted by the heroes barging into his shop but he’s preparing her that tea finally.

I think that after Rumplestitlskin kicked Belle out in Skin Deep he kept setting out two cups and tea in case she’d come back, hoping she’d come back.   And after he believed her to be dead he would have given anything to have that cup of tea with her…  

It was always there in the back of his mind so when they were finally reunited it was the first thing he did with her, besides admitting he loves her.

When he serves you tea it’s his way of apologizing or an act of humility.  In any event it seems to be his go to instinct for “making things right.”

I wonder if that’s something child Rumple got from the spinsters who raised him, that when things are bad, or you are fighting with someone, pour them a cup of tea.  Tea makes everything better.  Even the AU Belle set it.  “Things always look better after a nice cup of tea.”

Foodie Friday: Stuffed Bell Peppers

Serves: 6

-6 large red bell peppers
-1 lb ground beef
-½ cup onion, chopped
-1 can tomatoes, diced
-½ cup rice (any kind you prefer - my mom uses Spanish rice!)
-1 cup water
-1 tsp BBQ sauce
-1 cup shredded cheese, plus some for topping (any melty kind - Mom usually used shredded Mexican blend)
-Optional: diced jalapeno pepper (my family never ate it like this on account of the jalapeno reacting rather negatively for all of us, but my friends love it!)

1) Get a large pot of water on heat to boil. While you wait for it to boil, get your rice started and preheat your oven to 350 degrees (Fahrenheit)

2) Cut off the tops of the bell peppers and remove the stem. Reserve the red part, and discard the seeds and membranes from inside the peppers.

3) Dice the reserved parts of the pepper caps.

4) In a large sauce pan or skillet, cook the ground beef, diced pepper, and onions, until meat is browned and the veggies are tender.

5) Drain off the excess fat and add the drained tomatoes, BBQ sauce, salt, and pepper.

6) Get some cold water ready. Put the bell peppers into the boiling water and allow them to cook for 2-5 minutes. Then immediately transfer them into the cold water to halt the cooking process. This will blanch them and allow them to more easily hold the filling while baking.

7) Mix rice and cheese into the beef mixture. Portion out into the bell peppers and arrange on a baking dish. Bake for 25 minutes, add the cheese topping, and finish up with five more minutes of baking.

Serve as a main alone, or with tortilla or corn chips!

Magical Ingredient

As I was growing up, I could always tell when my mom was going to make stuffed bell peppers for dinner. The refrigerator would be filled with peppers, onions, and beef, and my dad would be giddy with excitement. With so much focus on food in our family, the dinner selection often influenced how the day would go. In all honesty, as a kid I wasn’t a fan of the bell peppers. But as is usual, my palate changed as I grew up, and I found myself loving bell peppers.

But it wasn’t really the peppers that would get the house excited. It was the beef. We ate a lot of chicken and pork, but for one or two days of the week, we broke out the beef - which was always something we loved. Given our Irish heritage, this comes to me as no surprise. After all, beef and cattle had a prominent place in Irish Celtic lore.

I’ve mentioned in previous Foodie Friday articles, meat isn’t usually the main feature of kitchen witch articles. This makes some sense, as many witches shy away from meats and focus on the magical properties of plants either because of personal dietary choices or so as to avoid any issues with karmic law. However, as not all witches adhere to a karmic law, and many still consume meat and animal products, I feel there is a need to acknowledge the magic meat can bring to a dish.

Beef is one of those meats that can be somewhat polarizing due to cultural influence. In plenty of European cultures, consumption of beef was part of life, but in Hinduism, consuming beef is taboo - something I’ll get into later.

In general, cattle represent prosperity and health. After all, in some cultures, the survival of livestock was a matter of life and death. This dependency on domesticated meat sources elevated cattle to a near-sacred level. War and skirmishes in Celtic Ireland, for example, were usually waged over the acquisition of cattle and grazing land. An excellent example of this is  Táin Bó Cúailnge - The Cattle Raid of Cooley. 

In this epic, two rulers - Ailill and Medb - compare each others’ wealth (they were a somewhat competitive married couple). They are evenly matched in wealth with one exception: Ailill has in his possession a particularly fertile bull. This bull had been born to Medb’s herd, but scorned being owned by a woman. As a result, he had transferred himself over to Ailill’s herd. In order to equal the wealth, Medb conspires to rent an equally fertile bull from Cooley for a year. When it’s revealed that she would have taken the bull by force if the deal hadn’t been struck, war is declared.

To sum up a rather drawn out epic, the story ends up being about the hero Cu Chulainn defending Cooley. And who else but the Morrigan appears to him at several points in the story, once as a heifer and once as an old woman with a three-legged cow. 

The entire story revolves around cattle and ownership of cattle!

Meanwhile, in Norse mythology, cattle are important from the very beginning, in which the cow Audhumbla uncovered the first of the Aesir gods by licking salt from ice. Nerthus is a Vanir goddess who was attributed to fertility and the drawing of a wagon by heifers.

The significance of cattle wasn’t limited to Northern Europe. In Judaism, the Torah describes the ritual sacrifice of an unblemished red cow. It would then be made into a burnt offering, whose ashes would be added to water used in ritual purification of a person who had come in contact with a human corpse. Unlike shellfish, beef is kosher in Judaism provided the cow is slaughtered and blessed through the shechita ritual and served separate from any dairy.

This bears resemblance to a similar practice of ritual slaughter and blessing of cattle for consumption in Islam. In fact in a passage from the second surah of the Quran (Al-Baqara 67-73), a story describes some conflict between the Israelites regarding the proper cow to be sacrificed  in order to resurrect a murdered man.

In ancient Egypt, the cow was sacred to Hathor, who was a goddess of fertility, feminine love, joy, and motherhood.

In Hinduism, cattle has a rather significant role, being used as a symbol for the dawn and sometimes depicted listening to Krishna’s music. While the slaughter and consumption of meat isn’t observed in all sects of Hinduism, some condemn the killing of bipeds and quadrupeds and therefore pursue vegetarianism so as to abstain from slaughter. As I’d mentioned, however, not all Hindus practice vegetarianism - in Shaktism, cattle is still sometimes sacrificed and consumed during certain rituals and holidays.

Even Zoroastrianism holds the cow to be sacred, as the soul of the earth is also described as “the spirit of the cow.” And at one point, Zoroastrianism hailed cow urine as being a powerful panacea for all moral and bodily sin. Treatment of the cow was to not be abusive, though the meat could be consumed if done so properly.

Ultimately, what we see as an underlying theme in all of these cultures and religions is that the cow is a symbol for the earth and for prosperity and health. It was equally attributed to wealth, and was the very core of life in some areas. This carries over into modern witchcraft, in which the cow continues to be a symbol of fertility and prosperity.

In kitchen witchery, we can focus on these properties in our cooking, turning a meal into a spell for health, love, fertility, and wealth. These very same properties are shared with dairy products, which could mean that that cheeseburger you had for lunch is a double-whammy of love and prosperity!

As you cook up your next beef dish, take into account the long history and religious significance the cow has had, and take a moment to make use of that magic!

May all your meals be blessed! )O(

Recipe: Vegetable Medley

Description: This is very nutritious.

Game ingredients: Tomato, Beet

This recipe restores 165 energy and 74 health. It can be obtained from Caroline after reaching 7 hearts and sells for 120g. 

Difficulty: Easy, 50 minutes. Serves 4. 

In the cooking interface, this recipe is called “Vegetable Stew”. I decided to make a salad of sorts instead, mostly because I’m not entirely fond of stewed beets.

-3 medium beets
-2 large tomatoes
-½ bell pepper
-¼ large onion
-¼ cup olive oil
-½ teaspoon pepper
-1 teaspoon salt
-½ teaspoon thyme
-1 teaspoon rosemary
-¼ cup crumbled feta cheese

Preheat the oven to 400°F. In a bowl, combine the olive oil, pepper, salt, and thyme. 

Remove the root and stalks from the beets with a knife and then peel off the skin. Slice the beets to about ¼ inch thickness.

Toss the beets in the olive oil mixture and then arrange on a baking pan so none of them are overlapping. Bake for 20 minutes, then flip them and bake them for another 15 minutes. 

Slice up the onion and place on a second baking pan. Drizzle with olive oil and season with a bit of salt and the rosemary. Bake for about 8-10 minutes, or til the onion has started to turn crispy.

Thinly slice the pepper and tomatoes. Arrange all the vegetables on a large plate and then top with the crumbled feta cheese. Serve while the beets are still fairly warm, but not hot.

The resulting salad has a really good mix of flavours and textures, and beets are surprisingly good (coming from someone who generally doesn’t like beets all that much). You can add a drizzle of balsamic vinegar if you so choose. I didn’t because I found it didn’t necessarily need it; it was excellent on its own.


Belle/Adam Post-Curse Fluff

“Catch Me if You Can”
• belle and adam running around the castle gardens and playing hide and seek in the labyrinth‬
‪• belle’s a good hider but adam finally catches her from behind and puts his hand over her eyes‬
‪• “guess who” *belle makes ridiculous sarcastic guesses*‬
‪• adam lets go of his hands and belle turns over to hug him‬
‪• they release from the hug and belle runs away (again) “catch me if you can!!"‬
‪• adam is a faster runner so he quickly catches up with her pace and tackles her to the ground‬
‪• they look at each other and have a lil makeout session

• belle has been talking about building a school for as long as adam can remember
• “maybe one day, darling”
• but what belle doesnt know is adam’s been secretly planning and building this dream school of hers ever since she first brought it up
• belle wakes up one day to find her husband’s side of the bed empty
• adam only left a note that said to meet him outside of the castle
• belle is suspicious, but just laughs to herself and gets dressed to go be with him
• adam is nervous and afraid she might not like his surprise, thinking of all the worst possible scenarios
• he gives this whole speech about his upcoming surprise and asks her to close her eyes as he guides her way to the secret hes been keeping for a long time
• belle opened her eyes and was dumbfounded. she was speechless and adam mistook this as a sign of disappointment, so he started rambling on and on about how he tried his best to make her happy
• belle cuts him off by cupping her hands to his face and kisses him
• “so does that mean you like it?”
• “like it? i LOVE it? thank you so much adam” *hugs him so tight he could hear his bones crack*
• they kiss again and spent the rest of the morning making plans for the school

“I’m Pregnant”
• belle gets suspicious when she realizes she had been late for almost 3 weeks now
• she also wakes up one day with a sudden urge to throw up all over the floor
• belle notices a teeny tiny bump on her stomach while getting dressed one day and comes to the conclusion that she is pregnant
• she’s terrified. she doesnt know how she’ll tell adam, and she certainly doesnt want to know how he’ll react
• she knows its foolish of her to think that adam might be the slightest bit disappointed because of the way she sees him play with chip, but she still holds on to her doubts and worries
• when she finally gets around to telling adam, he gets so excited that he runs off to the library and reads every single book about pregnancy and children
• his excitement suddenly turns to fear as he remembers his cruel father and how he used to treat him
• he’s nervous about fatherhood and scared about the mere thought of holding a fragile, tiny baby
• he starts having a breakdown, but belle makes sure to keep giving him assurance that he would, in fact, be a wonderful father to their unborn baby and that he is not who his father is

anonymous asked:

Oooh ooh oooh can you please do Rex/Obi Wan for the celebrity au.

Celebrity au it is!  And by that i mean clearly I had to go the Notting Hill route.

(for the cliche au meme)

The bell Anakin insisted hanging over the door jangled, hopefully signaling Anakin’s successful return from the bakery down the block. Obi-Wan stepped from the back room into the shop proper, frowning down at his cup of lukewarm tea.

“I think it’s time to invest in a new electric kettle,” he said.

“Yeah, judging by that scowl, I’d say that’s a good idea.”

Obi-Wan looked up. “You’re not Anakin,” he said stupidly.

The man smiled and gave a small, disarming shrug. “Sorry to disappoint.”

“You’re not a disappointment,” he said before his brain could intervene. The man wasn’t nearly as tall as Anakin, who hit his growth spurt at fifteen and shot up seven inches in five months, but he had broad shoulders and fairly impressive biceps. He was not, Obi-Wan observed in a strictly objective manner, unattractive, even if he couldn’t decide if the man’s blond hair was natural or bleached.

“That’s good to know.”

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Here we are: Elucien one shot - Coffee Shop AU. Hope you like it, folks.

The problem was the bell.

Lucien thought he had adapted pretty well to the new turn of his life. He was perfectly conscious of his embarassing number of flaws, which he could list both in alphabetical order and by increasing severity - both his family and Tamlin had taken great care in grinding them into him often enough it felt like a physical mark in his skin - but he knows he has one great quality. Lucien is adaptable. Flexible. And after losing his home, twice, after being beaten to near death by the person who still makes his heart clench with softness, and after dragging himself to Feyre’s new love-bird haven’s threshold, he was still holding it together pretty well. 

He was still able to get out of bed in the morning despite the flimsy two hours of sleep he managed, still able to laugh. He was still able to ask to work in Rhys’s classy city-center coffee shop as soon as he could stand without getting dizzy and the whip marks on his back stopped ripping open at the slightest exertion.

Sometimes, sometimes he found himself thinking he was holding it together too well - that the honorable thing after seeing and enduring the things he had would be to just break. But he didn’t. He simply bent and twisted, like a rubber band.

An old, exhausted, frayed-at-the-edges rubber band.

He usually managed to keep this kind of thoughts at bay - or at least to hide them under a safe layer of jokes and lopsided grins and the bastard-ish remarks that had always kinda been his trademark. He knew taking them out would do no good. They would simply upset Feyre. Probably send her to Tamlin’s manor with a machete, or with the carbon-fiber bow Rhys got her for her last birthday, and shoot a fucking arrow through his brow. So Lucien simply bit down on his tongue till the thoughts slushed back, like the tide, and smiled, and held it together.

But no matter how good he was at it, at bending and not breaking, the ringing of the coffee shop bell wasn’t get any better. It kept getting him. Because for a split second, everytime he heard its chirp in the quiet chatter of the shop, Lucien felt absolutely sure it was Tamlin stepping in. Coming to take him back. Coming to make him pay his disloyalty.

In his first days there the bell had had him dropping Espresso cups and cakestands, letting the broom crash on the ground as he swept the floor, burning himself and Mor and even Rhy’s three-thousand-dollar charcoal suit with Cappuccino machine’s steam. The same question banging in his head, quickening his pulse.

What would you do, if it were really him, Lucien? he would ask himself, in a voice eerily similar to Eris’s. The voice of cruel questions and ugly truths. Would you go back?

Would you be happy, little Lucien?

No, I wouldn’t, Lucien would tell the voice, everytime, trying to quiet down the shaking of his hands. Some days he believed it. Some days, he did not.

However, this ss not a story about the ringing bell. Nor it is one about Tamlin, or the years Lucien had spent - not lost, never lost - adoring him, following him to the end of the world and past it. This is the story of the day the coffee shop bell rang, and Lucien didn’t care.

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