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For a happy ending in the kitchen. Dive in the exotic tropical flavors of the rich and sweet barbecue sauce, juicy bamboo shoots and crispy walnuts this season. The dish so good it will leave your mouth-watering for better activities than eating. 50 gms of diced breast piece. 50 gms of diced button mushrooms. 2 finely chopped bamboo shoots. 1 finely chopped green chilly. Cup of hand crumbled walnuts.
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Mushroom Tikka Masala baby! Sooo, this is what happened two days ago, yesterday and today. Me and my sister had the best luck to eat this wonderful Mushroom Tikka Masala that I made a few days ago! I was meant to make Chicken Tikka Masala but when I got to the store the chicken I usually buy was no were to be found.
A past of darkness in which I have been. Entrapped in a world confined to a cell. The doors and windows of which were never there. The smell of rotten earth which filled the air. Still remind me of the pits of misery I have seen. Suffocating in a shell only a crack wider than my being. Without the mobility that a free bird does need. Like the fish out of water I thrashed against my inner self. Tried vociferously, failed miserably.