If you haven’t figured it by now, I love one pot meals – this idea that you can throw everything in one pan, and it comes out tasting amazing. Why one pot meals, you may ask. Well, clean-up is easy (you have one pot to deal with), cooking time is short, and serving the food is a breeze (just one dishing spoon).
One of my favourite one pot meals is fried rice. It’s super-quick (if you’re a kitchen ninja, it will take you less than 30 minutes to prepare), easy to cook and tasty.
Here in Zim, no debate, we love our braais. We have them on weekends at home, at bars, at parties, and on any outing were at least three people come together. I’m guessing there’s a lot of leftover meat going around.
Whenever I have leftover grilled meat in my fridge and rice in my pantry, one thought jumps into my head – fried rice (Yeah, my mind works that way). But seriously, I usually don’t like reheating the meat in the oven because it tends to dry out. Mixing it in with the veggies and rice keeps it moist.
How to make the fried rice Continue reading “Homemade Meals For The Busy Guy: Leftover Grilled Meat Fried Rice”
The gaunt woman leaps into the coffin in a fraction of a second, with a sick and intense determination in her eyes. She steps on her dead sister’s chest with bone crunching force and lifts up her lifeless arm by the wrist. She rips the arm off the corpse like she tears a page from a book.
As she dangles the arm in front of her, she looks at it with a gleeful sparkle in her eyes. To my horror, she bites a chunk out of the arm and throws it to the obese woman. As she chews the rotting flesh, the previously clotted blood is reanimated as it slides down the corners of her lips. She doesn’t allow the blood to drip to the ground. She brushes it with a graceful finger; a finger which she delicately kisses like a missed lover.
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Tari flinches at the sight. Two of the most horrific creatures she has ever seen are suckling each of the crone’s sagging breasts. They are as black as night, have pointed snouts, spiny black fur, and their two tails are coiled around each other, as in a lovers’ embrace. She recognises the eyes though – big red orbs. It is not milk they suckle, but blood, which trickles down their muzzles. She could vomit.
The hag holds out her arms, and her creatures let go of her. The snake slithers from her waist, and the two monstrosities unhook from each other and from her aged breasts. – A Consuming Darkness
I had always wanted to tell a story using my dad’s weird and scary witchcraft tales as inspiration. But when I was a child, they were not just stories – I believed them. And I wasn’t the crazy one for doing so. A lot of Zimbabweans believe in some form of witchcraft. It’s not just superstition, it’s fact. Continue reading “Inspiration Hits”
A man came to read us father’s will. Mother was left with everything – his savings, his patents and his stake in Cerecon Solutions. Actually, he left it to both of us. But I wouldn’t get any of it unless if mother was dead or somehow incapacitated. Plus, I would have to be at least eighteen.
Throughout the reading, mother only showed a blank stare. Everything must remind her that her husband is gone. Just when she retreats into herself to try to move on, the doorbell rings, only to remind her that her husband is dead and things will never be the same. I honestly don’t know if she heard anything the lawyer said. Continue reading “The Man Within, Chapter 2 – a novella excerpt”