My Kitchen Empire

When my man is under the spell of elusive raven nights, I carry in my bosom a long -held secret, in glimmers of the faint candle-light   I carefully lay my eyes upon the shelves of my oriental kitchen, laden with my bridal  copper pots & pans, embellished of emerald peacocks and exquisite Mughal florets. …

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An Open Kitchen

The majestic oak trees just shed some woods the lush baby spinach leaves oozing out of hoods. In the large pristine green pastures equally growing, the youthful wild umbrella mushrooms wooing  and with the raw Ramona tomatoes in my sight  I am sure that my stew is going to be really bright.  While preparing stew in …