Awesome Kashaf Recipe

Hello peeps!

This is the recipe I conjured up in my mind while attending an ultra boring and confusing Chemistry class. Also because I was ravenous at that particular moment. I executed this recipe as soon as I reached home and surprise, surprise, it turned out to be perfect. 

 I made the dough and kept it on the washing machine because that's where the maximum sunlight was coming in which the dough would rise to its maximum. My friend later told me that the dough rises perfectly when you place it inside the washing machine. It's a weird suggestion but it works nevertheless. So yeah.

I divided the dough into two balls and rolled one on the pan. Then I spread ketchup and chilli sauce on it. 

Afterwards, I added loads of pepperoni slices on it because I love pepperoni slice. They are so yummy. ^.^

I sprinkled some macaroni, the ones which had been leftover a couple of days ago. I also spread Friendly's Thousand Island Dressing on the pepperoni slices. I love this sauce too. 

And then capsicum strips and tomato slices.

Some more chilli sauce and sprinkled black pepper. I was careful on sprinkling black pepper because it simply ruins the taste of the whole dish even though I love it a lot. 

Then I threw in some chunks of cheese.

And some black olives...

This was the dough I had separated earlier. I rolled it and placed on the dish and sprinkled some thyme and oregano.

Then I placed it in the oven and set it to bake for some fifteen to twenty minutes. I set the oven temperature at 200 degrees centigrade which is the maximum temperature on my oven.

Voila!

*drools*

My plating skills suck though. 

I would have written down the recipe properly but I had only added everything to taste and by guesswork. I made the dough with two cups of white flour, 1 tablespoon of yeast balls and added salt to taste. Don't add a lot of oregano because then it would taste really sucky. 

Cheers! 

Popping in Again!

Goodness we haven't posted in like, forever >____>
I just got done finishing up my own blog and then remembered this sitting in my bloglist and I felt kind of bad so I'm going post here again, YAAY!
Anyway, I've got my exams going and my friend ditched meeeehh.
She got to NOT give the exams and so she's at home chilling and enjoying a looong winter vacations while I study and try not to flunk too bad.
I've got a psychology exams tomorrow but have been blogging all day. Well, until next time :)

Riku

Hi Again

It's been ages since we last posted anything on this blog. This was due to several reasons which included the fact that we forgot the password. Haha. Anyway. I sat down to try to crack open this account and succeeded. Now I've made myself and Kashaf admins of the blog so we can post right from our own account. It makes things simpler, I think.
Well, welcome back. :)

MY EID

I'd like to start by saying EID MUBARAK to everyone. Regardless of who you are, how much Eidi you get, whether you get Eidi or not, how crisp your Eidi might be or how many people forgot to give you Eidi, today is a day of celebration and most of all, a day of thanksgiving. Having fasted a whole month, that is thirty days, we seek Allah's forgiveness and His Pleasure in the good deeds we have done this past month.

It doesn't mean you can crank up your radio and start watching Indian flicks. NOOO. That's a no no.

Now, I don't want to start on a sermon or anything. I'm just going to tell you about my Eid. And my Eid did start with a sermon, sort of. We went to Faisal Masjid to offer our Eid prayers, me my father and brother. Now Faisal Masjid is huge. Very very big. And it's also very popular. It's where all the high class dudes go, you know, the lawyers, the judges the etc and etc. So obviously, if we wanted to find a place, we had to go early, so we went about an hour early.

The sermon was okay. Mostly about how people with debts are the most "muflis" people because regardless of their good deeds they'd go to Hell since they have abused people's rights. Now if Zardari had really been in Faisal Masjid at that time, I would have said, HOW IRONIC! Since the imam repeatedly said, "jo log awaam se qarza lete hen... Jo log AWAAM se qarza lete hen!"

(I don't know how many times he said it. Maybe he said it only twice. But that thing got stuck in my head and this is MY perspective I am talking about, for all those who were present at the lecture)

Anyway, then we had the Eid prayer, which is sort of confusing. The imam says "Allahu Akbar" a couple of times and there WERE a few people who thought that meant you go into the next position, not do the raising hands thing again.

So by the time the Takbirs finished and the imam began reciting a surah, some people had finished one rakah. I however was copying what the lady beside me was doing. To my embarassment, she messed up in the second rakah and that made me mess up too. But at least I caught myself and went back to the standing position. (^.^)

The prayer ended, the dua ended and THEN began the fight to get out. Since I was alone, I had no reason to stick around therefore I went to the arena too and shuffled along. I will never understand WHY people push. I  mean, DUDE, I am standing still cause the lady in front of me is old and I wanna let her go first. But noooo, the fat lady behind me is going to push and push. I understand if she pushes for the first few seconds but when I (just to annoy her) stand still for half a minute (to see what she'd do) she just keeps pushing. But as soon as the old lady got her way, I kept moving.

Next, at the bottleneck door, I didn't have any old ladies to watch out for but I still wanted to see how uncivilised people could get. So once I again I decided to stay in my place for a moment. This other lady kept pushing me with her elbow, but me, the dheet insaan refused to move and gently pushed back. She got fed up after a while and moved her elbow away from me. How kind of you, Auntie.

After THAT, I got my shoes and started the trek back to the entrance where I was supposed to meet up with my dad and brother. Surprisingly, even though this is a masjid and is supposed to be religious and all, there's total free-mixing. So I had to dodge around ALOT of guys. ALOT. I was like, whaaat, must I get THIS experience in a masjid? This is where I least expect this sort of thing! But oh well, I got to the entrance, walking barefoot across the wet marble and got there.

Now the entrance (for ladies) has a big sign that says "KHAWATEEN KE LIYE". You don't say, huh? Well, then why's that dude jumping to and fro the exit? And what's with that group of guys on this side? Can you not read? KHAWATEEN KE LIYE. I think the authorities should draw the lady symbol on the board too, the same symbol you have on the ladies bathroom. Hopefully THEN the men would understand.

Anyway, I was thinking about standing there and reading the sign out loud, but then I was like, naaah, don't have the guts so I'll just scoot past the jumping around dude. And seriously? When I passed the security check, he slipped in from the opposite direction at the same time. What the whaaa. (I'm sorry if this sounds biased or something. I amn't a feminist, but it DOES get annoying when this happens)

So now I caught up with my dad and brother and we were heading for the car park when the beggars dropped in. God, it was like they dragged in the freakshow. Every single gruesome type of handicap was presented. There was a man with half his face melted. It seriously looked like it melted and was dripping off the side of his face. Seriously! His hair was where his ear should be and ear where the neck should be. It was freaky so I turned to look at something else, but that was a guy lying on the ground with his crutch and deformed legs.

Right after the Eid prayer? Ruins it.

With all the security around the masjid, the authorites should take care of thes things. And I can't understand how badly deformed the beggars get. It's not like we accidentally set off an atomic bomb in Islamabad, what's with all you people? And if you guys do this on purpose with your wierdo methods and helped by your crazy mafia people, then that's sad!

Seriously, how low do you expect these beggars to stoop? On Eid especially? That is just SAD.

~Riku~

Keep calm and hope for Eidi.

First of all, a very happy Eid Mubarak to you all and now i shall begun with my Eid rant.

Eid is suppose to be a day of celebration for Muslims after their 1 month long fast during Ramadan but there is no such thing as celebration at my place. We wake up, clean the whole house and then wait for guests which aren't many, only my two uncles and that's it. Then we roam around the house lazily and Abu, tired of waking up so early goes to bed. Then it's us and the telly or the computer. Then at night we visit my Dadi's place and that's pretty much it.

The worst thing is that i don't get any Eidi. I only get Eidi from my Abu and very rarely from my Aunts and Uncles 'cause they often forget to give it or probably they don't want to part with all the new notes. I bet it's my latter reason which is correct. In the past years, someone would pass every year thus, my Aunts and Uncles got an excuse to escape from the Eidi ritual. But since a couple of years, none of such tragedies has happened and even then my Eidi doesn't exceeds one-thousand rupees, which sucks because i don't earn and i need money badly to buy some books for myself.

Then, i don't have any party type cousins even. My father's side cousins are all above twenty-five and their only interest is in taking photos of themselves while they pose with duck faces. My mother's side cousins are all younger than me and they would prefer talking about One Direction and the Disney celebs over having some actual fun. So whenever i see people uploading the Eid parties photos with their cousins on Facebook, i feel very miserable.

Then there is all the sweet stuff!  Since it is Eid-ul-Fitar, which is also known as the Meethi Eid, sweet stuff is made in large amounts and served to every single guest. I don't like sweet stuff. In fact i hate everything related to it which includes sheer korma, suwaiyan and etc. So when i visit people on Eid, i sit their quietly with an empty plate while people munch all the sweets happily.

The only thing which i like about Eid is Mehndi. Mehndi is love. Even though i don't have anyone to apply it on my hands which is not nice as i am horrible at applying mehndi but oh well you can't get everything you wish for.

GoodBye all of you!

Pakistan

Sixty-five years old Pakistan talks about his devoted people who started out from scratch in the midst of the sudden increasing burden of people, drought, political imbalance, with almost no army and most of all a part of his one thousand miles away with in between a hostile country. He reminisces about how it got a steady pace even though blows frequently given through misguided leaders or the world in general pushed him ten years back from eventual success.

Pakistan has a lot to talk but what he talks most about is the fact which most of us tend to look over, yes, unity. Pakistan constantly talks about unity. He actually teaches us about unity through every single incident he has gone through. What Pakistan has taught me is that once united with my people, we would have everything we need.

  

Pakistan tells me that once there was a minority group in a huge sub-continent, constantly being crushed through the super powers around it but instead of fighting each other, this group paved its way to the eventual success in the memorable 1947 just because the group’s people were united.

Pakistan also speaks to me in his smooth tone about how once this group of united people, now a nation actually, broke the unity band and let go of the East Pakistan in 1971. He talks about how brother turned on brother and how it was no different from the violence of 1947. Pakistan weeps on the loss of unity but what was left of the nation rose again, giving him joyous moments back.

‘His nation,’ Pakistan speaks in a whisper to me, ‘stumbled and balanced itself once and it will do again.’ I awestruck, ask him that is he too old to notice the atrocities which he has been plunged into? He laughs a grandfatherly laugh and replies, ‘There is good among the ‘atrocities’. Everywhere in small bands are my united people who are slowly fighting their way into becoming a united nation once again.’ Pakistan says that I have to believe in myself and that I should try to keep people around me united. Pakistan tells me to spread this message to every one of his people because there is a sunrise after every night and the Pakistani nation has to just attain it by being united.

Independence Day

HAPPY INDEPENDENCE DAY

So its 14th August and everyone is all happy with their cool green badges and flags and maybe t-shirts and most of them are probably even more super happy that Independence Day happpened during Ramzan and that's a sign that Pakistan is on its way to a better road.

Not that I'm not supporting Pakistan on its way to that better road.

One of my friends put to me this very interesting question and I thought I'd share it and give my own answer to it. WHAT CHANGES WOULD YOU LIKE TO SEE IN PAKISTAN???

I live in the city, so I'm not about to hand over a reason that doesn't concern me at all, for example "More literacy in the rural areas!" because I don't really think that would make ME happy or make ME "like'" it. So I'm just going to give you my own self-centered selfish changes. Ahem.

Not that I don't support educating the people in rural areas.

So first of all, I would like to start with providing facilities. Facilities include proper bathrooms, particularly in shopping malls and centers because it gets really annoying when your little sibling says "I have to go!" and you can't find a bathroom anywhere and end up going home. Seriously, this must be the major reason for the loss of consumers, because once you get home, you don't really feel like getting up again.

But facilities also include libraries. I would love to have libraries in my cities. Not just one library, but lots of libraries and all of them coordinated, the way are in America. And not a lousy library that is in a small house but a library like this-

~Yes this library exists. I've been here~

Infact, it should be government run. What do they have to lose? People love libraries and happily donate their books to this noble cause. Instead of setting up literary clubs that you only hear about and magazines that talk about new books, we should have a library that actually DOES something. And a library doesn't have to be just for reading. It can also be for educational events for the community or entertainment programs like plays or dramas. I'm telling you, this is something that will give plenty in return. (Somebody tell Islamabad's mayor to do us a favor and start a Library Project, if we have a mayor)

So that's something I think Pakistan should introduce which I would like very much.

What else? Well, I wouldn't mind the renovation of theme parks. Or these rides that are supposed to be theme parks. See, in Pakistan, we have rides that look like they're about to fall apart if too many people get on.

~This is supposed to be a roller coaster. I flatly crossed out all prospects of riding and coming out alive~

~This looks a bit more safer. I mean, if one of the chains DO break apart, you'd stll be close to the ground and won't get hurt. unless you look up and another horse slams into your head~

I mean, this is seriously dangerous. And what would happen if someone does get hurt?

~Compare with earlier picture of a roller coaster~

~A merry go round with horses~

I'm not saying that Pakistan sucks or anything. I'm just comparing. And now I am realizing there's really no point in comparing a Third world to a First world. So I'll just quit it with the pictures and move on to what else I want to see in Pakistan.

I wouldn't mind seeing some better schools. Maybe more electricity because these power outages are rather annoying.

One more thing. People drive SO SLOW that it is crazy. When you have stopped at a signal, it takes about ten seconds for the first car to see that the light is now green and to move forward. So there goes ten seconds of our lives that we'll never get back. Speaking of the road, it's a daily occurance to see beggers, so much so that it has become quite normal.


Why?! Why are there so many beggers? It's annoying. Most of them look pretty good to me and should be working somewhere, but nooo they find walking around in the street, getting rejected seventy five percent of the time much more fun. The government should do something because these people don't make our roads look too good.

That's all I can think of right now. Do you have any suggestions?

I end at this sidenote.

JASHNE AZADI MUBARAK