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  • Spicy fried chicken

    Daily writing prompt
    What’s your favorite thing to cook?
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    One of my favorite dishes to cook is spicy fried chicken with local chili powder and salt. Occasionally, I enhance the taste with garlic and ginger paste. Here’s how I usually prepare it:

    1. Begin by boiling the chicken for about half an hour with a dash of salt and some herbs like basil, spring onion leaves, and chives roots.
    2. After boiling, separate the fleshy and bony parts. The fleshy parts can be set aside for further cooking.
    3. For the bony parts, add a bit more salt to taste and continue cooking. Alternatively, you can fry them together with the flesh. However, I prefer boiling to create a flavorful gravy that I can enjoy.
    4. Now, for the remaining fleshy part, heat and fry it with chili flakes and garlic-ginger paste. You can opt to fry it with just salt and chili as well.

    This simple recipe allows for variations in the level of spiciness and the use of herbs for added flavor. Enjoy your spicy fried chicken!

  • One quirky eating habit of my family!

    Bloganuary writing prompt
    Write about a few of your favorite family traditions.
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    While it might not appear realistic to others, our family has a unique and somewhat whimsical tradition when it comes to our eating habits, particularly with Chicken or duck curry. Regardless of the style or cuisine, my mom consistently reserves the bottom or tail part of the chicken for herself. The gizzard with the intestine is exclusively served to my dad, unless, of course, he’s in the mood to share with the rest of us.

    This tradition holds a special significance for us, and when all the siblings are present, a specific allocation is made. The drumsticks find their way to the two younger sisters, while the wings are designated for my brother and me. The reasoning behind this division remains unclear to me. Perhaps it’s an inadvertent way to ensure that each family member receives a portion of meat in accordance with our age differences, or maybe it’s simply a quirky tradition that has evolved over time.

    Regardless of its origins, I’ve grown accustomed to and, in a way, developed a fondness for this practice. There are moments, however, when I can’t help but envy my dad for consistently enjoying what is arguably the best part of the meal.