These are recipes I store for my personal use. As such, they shouldn't be taken as recommendations. Most of the recipes here are ones I haven't yet tried, but want to save for trying later. When I do cook one of them, I try to remember to attach any comments from my experience to the recipe, so that next time I make it, I'll know better.
They're all vegan, because I am.
I have some more recipes bookmarked here in my Livejournal memories.
His followers called him Mahasamatman and said he was a god. He preferred
to drop the Maha- and the -atman, however, and called himself Sam. He never
claimed to be a god. But then, he never claimed not to be a god. Circum-
stances being what they were, neither admission could be of any benefit.
Silence, though, could. It was in the days of the rains that their prayers
went up, not from the fingering of knotted prayer cords or the spinning of
prayer wheels, but from the great pray-machine in the monastery of Ratri,
goddess of the Night. The high-frequency prayers were directed upward through
the atmosphere and out beyond it, passing into that golden cloud called the
Bridge of the Gods, which circles the entire world, is seen as a bronze
rainbow at night and is the place where the red sun becomes orange at midday.
Some of the monks doubted the orthodoxy of this prayer technique...
-- Roger Zelazny, "Lord of Light"
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