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"Your favourite recipe" My favourite recipe is one I have been trying to perfect since the first time I attempted (and semi-succeeded) to make it: my mom's lasagna. It may take a while to make, but it's pretty easy, making it a great meal for those cold wintry nights. Recipe: Meat Sauce 1 kg of … Continue reading Writing Prompt 95: My Favourite Recipe
"The perfect meal" This is what I would pick as the ideal menu for a brisk autumn evening like today's. Just a combination of my favourite pieces of comfort food. Bruschetta or fresh guacamole (with a tonne of coriander) to start Lasagna as a main, with a fresh buttery lettuce salad with a balsamic vinaigrette … Continue reading Writing Prompt 94: The Perfect Meal
"Describe a room in your house" One of my favourite spots in the apartment is the dining area. It's right off the kitchen and technically part of the same 'room' as the living area, but it's its own defined space, really. The dining table, with its four matching chairs, is a light coloured wood surface … Continue reading Writing Prompt 93: My favourite spot
"Something more you'd like to know about" I've started listening to podcasts on my way to work. What used to be 20 to 25 minutes of silent transition between one place and another is now filled with informational ramblings about interesting things that I would never have known to investigate. I started with Malcolm Gladwell's … Continue reading Prompt 92: Learning through podcasts
"You are a fifty-three-year-old woman living in Chicago. Write a letter to Santa." Dear Santa (Saint Nick, Father Christmas, Mr. Claus, whatever it is you call yourself these days), I've never written to you before. Isn't that odd? The thing is, my father didn't believe in you. Well, he didn't believe in making the world … Continue reading Prompt 91: Dear Santa
"Your dog's last dream" This time. This time I'm going to catch it. That rabbit things it's so smart, pretending to ignore me as it munches grass and hippity hops around the yard. I know I'm being extra quiet and still—I am an awesome hunter after all—but still. I know he knows. He knows I … Continue reading Prompt 90: Your Dog’s Last Dream