Divinely Delicious Butter Chicken (At the Request of Marlene)

Marinade

250ml of plain yoghurt (the orange and white candy stripe carton)

2 tablespoons of Lemon Juice

2 table spoons of minced garlic and ginger paste

2 tspns chicken braai

A quarter teaspn chillie powder

¼ tspn fine cloves

¼ tspn fne cinnamon

¼ tspn fine cardamom

3 tspn chicken braai

Mix all of the above and marinate about 500g of chicken breasts in this. The longer you marinade the yummier this get but u can make and fry immediately if u like.

Fry this in a pan with a little bit of olive or fish oil, just wet the pan with oil and fry till golden brown.

Sauce

• Just a little less than 1 tin of fine tomato puree pour into a pot on low heat
• Add a knob of butter (its supposed to be half a cup but I have omitted the butter ironically altogether)
• Add the rest of the marinade that remains in the bowl and stir into the pot with the tomato and butter.
• Add 2 TBspns lemon juice
• Hmmn add the chicken and give it a nice simmer
• After the simmer add some coriander if you want some more flavor although this isn’t according to the proper butter chicken recipe

And Finally the CREAM

• Add about 100-125ml of fresh cream (unwhipped, I’m sure you can use the rest in a very delicious way) just before serving and stir in.
• The color should be a rich orangey gravy yum yum yum

To be served with steamed Basmati rice and roast potatoes and finished with a delicious dessert. Check the desserts in store:)

What a lovely evening, what an incredible day. Got up at like 5.30 am but still managed to get to work relatively late. I can so understand How Bridgette Jones manages to get late once you start looking at what you need to wear.

Black pants is always a winner, but the shirt didn’t go with the jersey and the jersey that did match the shirt needed an iron, but the iron was in the high cupboard and funnily enough the iron matched the jersey and shirt but there is seriously a limit to accessorizing.

The day starts with one of those massive meetings where the BIG BOSSES calls all of us into a meeting and they are like rearranging 60 of us on the floor. Which means the colleagues I am so used to are moving actually I am the one who has moved and I already miss my old seat!

Oh well, on a brighter note B and I managed to watched a movie very aptly titled Hot Fuzz.

If you know me well enough you oughtta know that I am not a fan of action but after rather a lengthy negotiation process (the Messengers reviews didn’t look all that good which meant I gave in) B and I watched a movie that excuse my pun (hmmn a hot cross bun would be good) blew me away literally!!

Its so stupid, its stupefying, its so funny you don’t laugh out loud but merely laugh in shock that it can be that good. When they mean to scare you, you literally jump out of your seat, LITERALLY, it happens once and NO I am not telling you where.

There was a deeper message, you don’t need to look for it, but its not one of those preachy movies, its not a feel good movie but one cant help feeling so thereafter.

Its not life altering but for the two hours it played, it sure as hell made those two hours ultra interesting.

five star, 10/10

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My Carrie Bradshaw Moment

I have been home off sick for a bit. I was watching my old Sex n The city DVDs and came across an episode I could only so much relate to.

Season 4, the episode titled MOTHERBOARD.

I was typing happily along, minding my own business when my pc crashed. Although I may not have a MAC (what is the big deal about this MAC ? Everyone seems to be SOO into the MAC), my little PC is where I write my little episodes, bloggs and chat from.

And there it crashes.

My hard drive was finished, the Warrantee had expired, and I totally forgot to back up my hard drive which meant I lost EVERYTHING.

And no Aiden to buy me a new funky MAC, but I did manage to get a new hard drive (THANK U HASSAN)!!

And here I am again writing feeling rather peckish, in the mood for a BIG MAC

just why

Why do we HAVE to conform so much an do what everyone expects of us just why? When, had my goals and dreams disintegrated and was conveniently replaced by something more conventional? Why must we compromise so much to the point where our true selves are hardly reflected in our own selves so all that remains is minor glimpses of who we were supposed to be? Where is the truth and the freedom we so fight for when we ourselves are not liberated to truly do what we feel? Why does the media dictate what we should like, who are they to define beauty?

When is the sun ever going to really start shining instead of the fluorescent artificial ones that have lit up our lives because of all the dark clouds hiding the real sun.