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Quarantine Cravings

Hey! What up everyone?

We are still in a self-isolation period, I know there isn't much going on. So let's dive into my life, shall we? The distance between my room(fine our room sister, stop screaming in the background)


where was I? yeah the distance.. it is not that much by the way. Every night I go raid the kitchen at 2 am in the night.

My stomach growls and I march towards the kitchen, so do not blame me, blame the tummy you guys!
Well coming to the cravings, one night I was craving for mini muffins, okay fine mini cakes made of Oreo biscuits! 
I went into the kitchen and rest was history.
(you want detailed description of what happened that night? then comment below!)
That was the day when I decided not to enter the kitchen again.
If you are a noob at cooking, please do not enter the kitchen.
If you want to cook that much, cook Maggi da!

It is simple.
Tip of the day : when you are hungry, just ask your sibling 
akali aitunda nik?
are you hungry? 
for at least 5 times and tah-dah! 
They will make something or they will at-least get you a biscuit for sure.
People who don't have siblings.. I suggest you get a stock of lays, biscuits, chocolates and ice-creams.
okay byeee.

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  1. I am curious to know about that hungry night kitchen researches.

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