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birbleafs · 10 months

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This lovely fanart has been rotating like skewered rottiserie kebab at the back of my mind for the past 24 hours because Visiting/Adjunct Professsor Kaveh and his sculpted chest is certainly..... A Thought. But lol I'm also thinking of the hilarity of a scenario where Al-Haitham intentionally barges his way into Kaveh's lecture hall during the 10-minute break time, just to flatly announce in his most impassively sassy tone: "oH kAvEH, the Grand Conservator needs you to sign off these annotated books in your reading list so he can transfer them back into storage again." Al-Haitham would never tack the title “Professor” to Kaveh’s name when he's addressing Kaveh in formal settings unless it's absolutely necessary (and even so he’d be subtly tongue-in-cheek about it), which would then just rile Kaveh up even more, because Kaveh is Kaveh and thus sees it as Disrespect (tm), even though Al-Haitham says Kaveh's name near-tonelessly and with that deceptively calm expression every time. And that further spurs Kaveh to snap haughtily back at Al-Haitham, regardless of the fact that his students are listening in now with morbid curiosity and fascination at the utterly juvenile bickering between their famed visiting professor ("Light of Kshahrewar? Light of my loins—!") and the Akademiya's Scribe ("...Who??"). Still, their brief heated exchange is always enough for Kaveh to regain his confidence to speak before the current cohort of Kshahrewar's most aspiring students. In fact, it even gives him the assurance that, no, he doesn't actually need to put up with the two obnoxious fools at the back of the hall who have been disrupting his lecture since the beginning for the past week — so he promptly and very firmly kicks them out, banning them from attending his lectures for the entire semester, to the thunderous approval of the rest of the class.

(All according to Al-Haitham's plan, of course lol.)

#genshin impact #kaveh #alhaitham #kavetham #not really a fic or wip #but just a random garbage thought??#tbh with my job i could technically write a fic of this quite convincingly #bc i know all too well how academics and researchers talk/behave lmao #but i won't bc modern AUs aren't really my thing in general #still... Much to Think about lol #fic snippets

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mulliganisms · 6 years

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I saw 3 sips then I had a bells

Nothing beats the old fashioned pub especially an Irish one but they are now virtually extinct. We should share pictures of property developers jangling their keys outside of closed boozers on Facebook to shame them. Liverpool Rd N1 mid 70s, one such pub open on a Christmas night -the key to a great holiday for Himself. Himself has to get out Christmas night- his sire, Aulfella was always rearing up, undoing the hard work of Mam. Aulfella was capable of loving or hating anything at any given, depending on his temper. He hid his good moods in the same place as his money - under the carpet in the front room, reaching for them both when he was on his way to Da pub or da club.

Your best guess as to the name of a pub where the Provisional IRA paper An Phoblacht was sold openly, tricolours decorated the wall and the jukebox featured anti -internment hit The Men Behind The Wire? The Crown of course ( I always add upside down as a nod to the Celtic FC halftime favourite Irish Soldier Laddie) For Himself the test of a decent Irish bar is the Guinness - you can tell a decent pint when you can see mark of each sip on the side of the glass. I offer three swallows for you this season - let’s start with a huge, thirsty gulp.

Liverpool Rd N1 mid 70s, a proper Irish pub The Crown. Himself is there with his first proper girlfriend - Dixie. They are deep into their relationship having met across a crowded home and wear department in Tesco Chapel Market. I’m Not In Love played, his hands on her waist and...breathe (exhale loudly. A glance down at the gap left between the skin of her back and the waistband of the Wranglers reveals a possible future of bliss - the white bra strap shining in the UV light. ..a reverie...were these the hips that turned a thousand faces and burnt red these cheeks of Islington? A small cry escapes her lips - Sorry love - those plastic sandals are harder to manoeuvre than the Green Flash I normally wear for dancing.

Mam was of a somewhat sunnier frame of mind - where she hid when depression struck we never did find out though Himself and Dabrudders found most of her hiding places. In earlier years, Accomodation was an old store of some kind affectionately known as the shop. Upstairs one bedroom,with two bunk beds and a cot a sitting room with a pull down bed and a stereogram. Downstairs a shop floor with building gear covered in dust sheets, a kitchen with coal fired stove leading out to a yard. The toilet was reached by a run through a coal cellar sometimes fast, sometimes slow ,,, record time on return from a camping trip in Youghal which included The Return of Dracula one night (rather lax enforcement of X certificate in Ireland) and waking next morning to discover the tent had been pitched beside a slaughterhouse - sheep skulls stretched out in greater numbers as the tide retreated from the stony atlantic shore.

In the cupboard in this dungeon was where the Christmas presents were hid - and played with/ sometimes ruined long before the day. Mam commented on the odd angle of the crossbar on the subbuteo goals - a few years later we could’ve blamed the Tartan army saying it was a souvenir set of Wembley 77. Himself just used a Swan vesta and Mam’s hairnet to repair it (the onion bag not being to scale).

The shop went as part of slum clearance, as did most of the other condemned buildings. Himself and his moved into the renovated Victorian terrace - into the nineteen seventies - bathrooms and central heating , into the peak of Equality in the UK. The new neighbours’ eldest worked part time at Tesco Chapel Market and through this network Himself impressed enough at interview to collar a role packing cheese and butter then progressing to staffing the Deli counter in a double act with younger brother Seamus. Union membership guaranteed good wages which rose in line with inflation of which there was plenty .

Time honoured courting process was in place from the first time he saw the poppers on the nylon housecoat struggling to contain the developing curves. His cotton overall hid his embarrassment but not his intention - all boys schools did not prepare you well for this. Even the Drama teacher the fifth form swooned over paled in comparison. And then their story started - a word in his shell like -not a letter in the Hardy/ Shakespeare/ Tolstoy mould but a hand gesture to approach a friend - not like today. Sexting was Chelsea’s cup winning manager, Mobiles were Airfix planes on string and pawn featured in a passage from Christy Brown’s Down All My Days which Aulfella could recite by heart - the good suit went in Monday and was redeemed for Sunday mass. Himself was onto a sure thing - if he asked her to dance at the Xmas social she’d say yes.

Consider the obstacles there: asking - the potential for rejection greater than the selection of the Park football sides where every choice was carefully considered to produce a finely calibrated balance. Fourth best defender gone would you select the second best header without the guarantee you’d land a crosser from the top five? Dancing here did not mean a hustle a bump or even the ska shuffle all of which he could handle. No The Smiley’s People double agent meant a slow dance. So he watched the couples, the elder siblings the pairings of someone’s mate and someone’s sister. Some still together celebrating their second grandchild…

It worked, Nature took over they “got off”, “pulled” and then they were “going out”. This did not mean going out that much as funds were somewhat limited, opportunities even moreso. There was a date culminating in a faint prompted by a Sissy Spacek bloodbath scene. The Odeon Holloway Rd witnessed many a coitus interruptus in its years and this apology laden nursing scene in the foyer echoed many of the experiences Himself and Herself played out. Himself caught the climax of the film a few years later at college ; ditto the coitus although that was more to do with a Malt Liquor (Breaker, Colt 45 ) for 10p promotion - and Carrie herself could not have levitated his head off the pillow the next morning.

No, going out meant staying in with the occasional foray for a coke float at Wimpy with unattached girlfriends (never my mates) including Margaret. Sitting indoors then in a council maisonette. The sitting room was long with the auditorium seats pointed at the shrine - the rented colour set delivering nightly delights. On the sofas, the Elder sister and Geezer fiancee (saving for wedding so not going out) on the armchairs Graham and Ivy the parents, Between them our would be lovers. Telly and smoking that was the evening - Whan the Bert Comes In, Carry On something and Rich Man Poor Man. .When the folks went dahn ve Legion the vinyl came out - Atlantic Crossing with its slow side and fast side and David Essex’s concept album All the Fun of the Fair. Himself had just begun to achieve some minor plateaued competence on the Hofner Guitar Aulfella had bought from a Showband mate (typically flamboyant gesture and much loved) so this obviously was the equivalent of a masters in Musicology allowing him to pontificate and evaluate all music ever created or about to be - for Heads like him and his best mate Pat most music was judged and unless suitably complex, the black cap came out. Himself kept these opinions to hisself or there would be no goodbye fumble in the porch, no warm lips, no ambition destroyed by parental knock, no warmth enough to see him the ten minute walk home.

But in the Crown buoyed by a half pint the opinions flowed as freely as the song. Xmas evening found them with unattached friend Margaret and her extended family of Lydons as in John. The patrons rotated the singing some better than others but all applauded/ gently ribbed then it came to John himself. He starts doing white Christmas, HImself joins in forcing JL to go faster,make more of a mess of the melody, savour the lyric, thrash it - invent punk This bit might be somewhat exaggerated in memory, especially as JL was not even there.

That’s the first sip now the second and the third, happy ending.

That Pub, When the comedian Himself returned to The Crown years later it had become Waxys Dargle - a theme Irish bar, Shane Mcgowan’s local, etc. Singing would get you barred. There were no old men in suits and ties. Now it is a block of flats. Himself remembered the Goldsmiths Tavern in New Cross - put up a sign no hats / no guinness - code for No Blacks no Dogs no Irish I guess. That sign always conjured up an image of Phil Lynott trudging from door to door whispering to the Jack Russell nestling beneath his Afghan coat - dont worry me darling their women go mad for me. One year, Himself and da family minus one acted in chorus and decamped to The George in Essex Rd where with the families of Dabrudder’s Sunday football side they created a kind of mad talent show where audience and performers became one - a communion as Boal would call it. Twas grand - it’s now a gastropub where three organic cherries on the slot machine means a village in Cambodia gets a new goat. the pub quiz includes questions based on the budapest metro map of 1959 and it offers 65 different ales in flavours like panetonne and panfried liver but only one mode of atmosphere - tedious. Gentrification as effective a migration prompt as Potato blight.

Gentrifiers

Chorus - Making your town cool - house price house price house price school - repeat ad nauseam

We think buy to let’s an absolute disgrace/ glad we bought 5 at the old stamp duty rate

Here’s to our genius - or was it / our parents stumping up the dough for the deposit

Agents call this place Shoreditich Lite/ I call it prosecco - bubbly bland and white

So pass the craft ale pass the tapenade / if someone mentions brexit pass the hand grenade

Otag kebab’s been skewered by souvlaki food carts/ I loathe graffiti but our kids study street art

Pie and mash, licquor, winkles and wallies are all rebooted as cuisine a la cockney

Fiver for a loaf of bread a petition vs. greggs / Costa flipping coffee costa flipping arm and leg

Can’t buy malt vinegar to put upon your plate just condiment fundamentalists of balsamic state

Riding Monday then flute, Latin Greek / by Tuesday we’re into the rhythm of the week

Lance flunked the grammar despite all the tutors So Granny pays the fees at st mediocres

Everywhere the skips and signs shout out: we’re cooling up your town - time to get out

Repeat chorus and fade

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breaksandbites · 7 years

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Last week was that time of the month when the groceries are almost consumed, a trip to Grocery Store is in order for the weekend and you are left with limited choices to cook just before the most awaited excursion. Also, HI was out of town and his arrival was scheduled the same day. I always try to welcome him to a different/ new kinda dinner meal but all I had were some boneless chick pieces lying in my freezer hence the dilemma. As a result of which the quest to find out a new, easy and good recipe began. After swiping through almost hundreds of recipes, I stumbled upon this recipe by Tasty Grill which looked super easy yet fancy 😉

But I was not quite impressed by Tzatziki Sauce that was being prepared as the condiment with Gyro in that particular recipe. I don’t know why but the Gyros immediately reminded me of ‘Which wich’ sandwich we once had back in Dubai and suddenly an idea landed with lightning speed in my mind; to follow their idea of ‘Build Your Own‘ sandwich from a variety of toppings. With the same velocity, I opened their site and chose the toppings which were readily available at home that time – Tadaa, I was ready to design my very own Gyro now.

I was not left with much time because plenty of it was lost in the searching part. But I was glad that I emerged successful in the hunt; the recipe was effortless (I ‘almost’ did nothing) and looked really eye catchy, I just tweaked it a little to suit our taste buds. And it lived up to the expectations very well. HI was underestimating those small bombs but as soon as he tasted one, he was clean bowled. E also loved those, she even uttered ‘Yummy’ to the pictures while I was editing them today for the post 😀

Hashtag Mission Accomplished! 😀

The recipe is as under.

About Doner & Gyros: Doner (Turkish kebab) and Gyro (Greek dish) both are made of meat cooked on a vertical rotisserie. Gyros are usually served wrapped in a flatbread such as pita, with tomato, onion, and tzatziki sauce. The history of Doner kebab dates back to 18th century while the Gyros came into being in 19th century.

Since I am not using the traditional tzatziki sauce from Gyros and combining the characteristics of both Doner and Gyros hence the name of dish – ‘Doner Gyros’ 😉 (a fusion of Turkish and Greek cuisines)

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Inspired By: The Tasty Grill & Which Wich

Cuisine: Fusion (Turkish & Greek)

Course: Main

Serves: 7-8 (small) Ease Level: Prep & Assembling Time: 10 mins + 10 mins Quickness: Baking Time: 60-80 mins (approx) Spice Level:

Above ratings are out of 5, with 5 being the ‘most’.

GET: Oven Bowl Baking Tray Parchment Paper Skewer(s) Spoons

SET: Chicken boneless pounded (preferably thighs) 1 kg Onion cut in half from centre (peeled) Skewer 1

Marination Ingredients: Yogurt 2 cups (about 400 gms) Salt 1 tbsp Garlic cloves 1 tbsp (chopped) Lemon juice ¼ cup Chili powder 1 tbsp Coriander powder 1 tbsp Paprika powder 1 tbsp Cumin powder 1 tbsp Cinnamon powder 1 tsp Black pepper 1 tsp Oil ¾ cup

Assembling Ingredients: Pitas 7-8 Sliced onions Sliced tomatoes Mayonnaise Mustard Sauce BBQ Sauce Sweet Chili Sauce Thousand Island Sauce Cheese Slice

GO:

Preheat oven to 400°F (200°C). Marinate pounded chicken thighs with all the Marination ingredients for at least 2 hours. On parchment paper in the baking tray, use the onion half as a base and position the skewer vertically like a spit. Skewer the chicken thighs individually, rotating each one 90 degrees. Bake for 1-1.5 hour. Cut the chicken slices like the Turkish kebab guys do. Fill the pita with chicken slices and all the assembling ingredients mentioned above. Serve hot.

Please excuse the presentation, we were too late for dinner hence the not-so-fancy look. But they tasted yummilicious 😀

MY TWO CENTS: Adjust the spices to suit your taste buds. You can use chicken breast pieces as well but thighs will be juicier. You can use your choice of sauces, veggies and dressings to fill the pita. Baking times may vary depending upon your oven, you may check the progress in between to ensure that the chicken doesn’t get overcooked. You can visit the Which Wich site at this link to have an idea about the toppings you may use in your custom Doner-Gyro 😉

Hope you’ll enjoy trying it out. I’d love to get your feedback. Feel free to drop a comment below about your experience.

Happy Doner-Gyroing 😉

Which Wich Inspired DONER-GYROS Last week was that time of the month when the groceries are almost consumed, a trip to Grocery Store is in order for the weekend and you are left with limited choices to cook just before the most awaited excursion.

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