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Qatayef (Walnut Filled Crêpes) | Nadia's Cooking
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Cooking the Middle Eastern Way. Qatayef (Walnut Filled Crêpes). Asymp; 12 Comments. Qatayef is universally popular with Muslims, especially during the month of Ramadan. To achieve optimal flavour, adhere to the directions, i.e., no making do without the rose or orange blossom water in the syrup, or by not adding cinnamon to the filling! 700 mL (2 1/2 cups) sugar. 250 mL (1 cup) water. 5 mL (1 tsp) lemon juice. 60 mL (4 tbsp) rose or orange blossom water. 30 mL (2 tbsp) sugar. 5 mL (1 tsp) cinnamon. Fill ...
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Snakes and ladders (without the ladders) | dawnbreakingblogdotcom
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Laquo; The power struggle. Snakes and ladders (without the ladders). By Dawn L Anderson. There’s nothing fun about depression. It’s not an engaging pastime to be dipped into at leisure, but rather can feel like a board game on which we play over and over again. We roll the dice, but life may load them against us. Ladders are our prize; snakes are the downfalls that lead us to them. Sitting the game out gets us nowhere. The only choice we have if we want to live this life is to keep rolling. Snakes and la...
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March | 2014 | dawnbreakingblogdotcom
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I love me, I love me not. By Dawn L Anderson. A few weeks ago, every shop we walked into, every commercial break, every restaurant we passed reminded us that the one day of the year when we’re supposed to express our feelings was just around the corner. Valentine’s season is probably a distant memory by now, and prompts to tell someone special how we feel will no doubt be few and far between for the next eleven months. Today, my goal is you. Talk to someone about how you’re feeling. Ask for...No-one Days...
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No-one Days – opening | dawnbreakingblogdotcom
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Laquo; It’s not you; it’s me. No-one Days – opening. By Dawn L Anderson. I’d like to try something different today in sharing the opening of my first (unfinished and unpublished) novel with you. Please leave any comments or criticism so that I can start to gauge the kind of reception it would be likely to receive once I’m comfortable enough with the finished article to share it in its entirety. Thank you all in advance! Which bed am I in and which way is it facing? Been running around doing housework!
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World as seen by Sanjay. Events, business views, investing ideas, new trends, food, restaurants, hotels, movies, songs, philosophy, celebration. Insurance : some tips. Welcome to my website. If you continue to browse and use this website you are agreeing to comply with and be bound by the following terms and conditions of use, which together with my privacy policy govern my relationship with you in relation to this website. The use of this website is subject to the following terms of use:. All trademarks...
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World as seen by Sanjay. Events, business views, investing ideas, new trends, food, restaurants, hotels, movies, songs, philosophy, celebration. Insurance : some tips. The exploitive Indian Middle class:looking through the prism of ethics- Social commentary Part 1. February 3, 2013. Street foods / comfort foods/ fast foods / take aways in Delhi. February 2, 2013. Bengaluru food trails and walking thru bygone times! April 28, 2012. We spent the Good Friday weekend at my nieces places in Bengaluru…&#...
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Help! We all need somebody | dawnbreakingblogdotcom
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Laquo; Nothing to be sneezed at. We all need somebody. By Dawn L Anderson. When did it become unacceptable to ask for help? When did asking someone for help flag us as weak? When we’re not coping, why do we carry on not coping instead of raising a hand or a voice and just say, “please”? Why do we expect any less of our nearest and dearest then? What’s holding us back from asking them for the same support that we’d readily give them? 8 responses to “ Help! We all need somebody. 22/09/2013 at 10:28 pm.
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The power struggle | dawnbreakingblogdotcom
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Laquo; No-one Days – opening. Snakes and ladders (without the ladders). By Dawn L Anderson. Our track record of victories provides no comfort or encouragement, because it feels like the slate is wiped clean from one day to the next. The knowledge that we’ve faced worst and come out on top bears no significance when we’re faced with the challenge of a new day. By the same token, there is little immediate satisfaction in the realisation that we have survived another attack. Leave a Reply Cancel reply.
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dawnbreakingblogdotcom | Turning depression around | Page 2
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Snakes and ladders (without the ladders). By Dawn L Anderson. There’s nothing fun about depression. It’s not an engaging pastime to be dipped into at leisure, but rather can feel like a board game on which we play over and over again. One thing I’ve come to accept is that recovery for me will be a game of snakes and ladders for a substantial part of my life. However, no matter how vehemently I believe it when I slip down an unforeseen snake, I’ll never be back at square one. By Dawn L Anderson. Our track...
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December | 2013 | dawnbreakingblogdotcom
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Snakes and ladders (without the ladders). By Dawn L Anderson. There’s nothing fun about depression. It’s not an engaging pastime to be dipped into at leisure, but rather can feel like a board game on which we play over and over again. One thing I’ve come to accept is that recovery for me will be a game of snakes and ladders for a substantial part of my life. However, no matter how vehemently I believe it when I slip down an unforeseen snake, I’ll never be back at square one. I love me, I love me not.
