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How to write recipes and recipe poems - use creatively!

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Start by violently snoozing your 3 different alarms just in time to pull you out of that really nice dream you were having.

Stir in some mismatched socks, a decent outfit and a rushed breakfast (optional, because who has time?).

Whisk yourself outside and while you are speed walking to school, sprinkle in some regret for not staying home.

When in the classroom (and if possible without being late), slowly mix in 4 hours of classes, add a pinch of classmates with too much energy and wonder why you have none.

Fold in a test you didn’t study for and let the anxiety rise.

Drizzle some snacks (preferably something sweet) from the supermarket during the big break to help you get through the rest of the day.

Add a dash of group work where one person (you!) does everything while the rest were too busy looking at their phones to hear the instructions.

Let simmer in boredom until the final bell rings and rush out the door.

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I woke up and and watched my phone

Had a coffee all alone,

You may think that I was sad

But it wasn’t actually that bad.

It was Sunday and I slept a lot

So soon after coffee I felt the hunger knock.

I was thinking what to eat,

on my favourite pasta I don’t cheat.

I opened the fridge and had a look,

tomatoes, ham and butter from it I took.

The pot I took and filled with water

Will the pasta boil soon I wonder.

After a while the pasta was ready,

now I fell my emotions steady.

In the frying pan I put the rest,

The sauce was good, I am the best.

I put the meal in a pretty dish,

Finally, had I fulfilled my wish,

Now I’ll watch my favourite show,

Eat my lunch and fill my soul.

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Start by waking up too late, because of the sleepless night before, staring at the ceiling, wondering why you even bothered.

Go through your phone for notifications that don’t exist.

Get up and stare out the window, while the sun shines too bright in your eyes.

Mix up some breakfast, which is probably leftovers from yesterday, because cooking or going out to buy new groceries seems too exhausting.

Again add a generous amount of scrolling through social media, seeing other people have fun.

Pour in a long stretch of doing nothing, with your only moves being shifting positions on the couch.

Toss in a half-hearted attempt at being productive

- putting on your favourite TV show, just to feel jealous of the characters having a good time.

Maybe a book, but quickly abandon it because focus is overrated.

Add some staring at the clock while listening to how time is ticking away.

Let the hours melt into each other.

Try to take a nap so you can ignore everything, even though it might make things even worse.

Finally, when the sky turns orange and the sun sets away,

Take a deep breath, swallow the feeling of wasted time and think about how tomorrow could be different.

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Take one reluctant alarm clock,

set it to ring at the crack of dawn.

Add a sprinkle of snooze button presses,

then pour into a groggy soul until it's full.

Allow ample time for frustration

to bubble up with every minute lost,

before transferring into the half-empty coffee cup.

Stir in five minutes of "Why am I awake?"

until that deep sigh nearly fills the room.

Leave for a hurried morning routine,

gather your belongings and pack them tightly.

Pour yourself into the traffic jam

already half-filled with impatient drivers.

Scrape the last bit of hope off your patience,

and drizzle it over the final few minutes of the commute.

Tip the mixture into the office building,

every floor now stacked with tired faces.

Place before an inbox filled with unopened emails,

then let the hours slip away in slow motion.

By noon, serve with a soggy sandwich,

and garnish with endless to-do lists.

Cool in the glare of fluorescent lights

until the clock finally strikes five.

May be paired with a nap,

or the promise of tomorrow's coffee.

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Ingredients:

• 2 cups of kindness (because no one likes a fake friend)

• 1 big spoonful of loyalty

• A pinch of sarcasm (just enough to keep things interesting)

• 3 tablespoons of late-night deep talks

• A handful of embarrassing memories we’ll never speak of again

• 1 full cup of laughter (the kind that makes your stomach hurt)

• Optional: a little chaos for unplanned adventures

Instructions:

1. Start with kindness—because let’s be real, without it, none of this works.

2. Mix in loyalty making sure it’s there through the good, the bad and the weird.

3. Add a little sarcasm to keep things from getting too serious.

4. Stir in deep convos at 2 AM when life gets real.

5. Gently fold in the embarrassing moments we pretend never happened.

6. Let it all sit and grow over time, adding new memories whenever possible.

How to Serve?

Best enjoyed with spontaneous road trips, dumb inside jokes and the knowledge that no matter what, they’ve got your back.

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Preheat your day by waking up to a cat on your chest, meowing like an alarm you can’t snooze. Attempt to get up. Fail. Try again.

In a large bowl, mix together school assignments, unread emails, and a growing sense of dread. Stir aggressively while resisting the urge to scroll through your phone endlessly.

Fold in two teaspoons of exhaustion. Let it sit for five minutes (or ten, or until you fall asleep at your desk).

Gently whisk in a pinch of procrastination — this step is crucial. It adds just the right amount of panic later on.

Toss in a pinch of your cat which lays onto your clothes, leaving grey fur all over them, making you question your life choices. Chase it off, but accept that he rules this house.

Season generously with sighs, unfinished to-do lists, and dramatic groans (and a declining will to live).

Bake under pressure until the deadline timer starts blaring. At this point, crank up the motivation to the highest setting and sprint to the finish line (aka run out the door because you are already late).

Let cool overnight, preferably with a cat curled up beside you, and dreams of a day when free time exists.

Serve daily, repeat endlessly.

Optional garnish: A sprinkle of success, a dash of self-care, and just maybe… a nap.

Enjoy (or at least survive).

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Take one big city, loud and grand,

Mix in cars at your command.

Add some buses, honking bright,

Sprinkle scooters left and right.

Throw in roads too small, too tight,

Let impatience spark a fight.

Drop some drivers in a rush,

Watch them yell and honk and fuss.

Now, for spice, a red light stays,

Long enough to test your days.

Stir in rain to slow the pack,

Then a taxi that won’t back.

Let it simmer, hour by hour, Till frustration starts to flower. Serve it fresh with horns on high— A traffic jam, enjoy or cry!

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Ingredients:

2 cups of kindness

3 tablespoons of laughter

A pinch of inside jokes

1 handful of shared secrets

2 teaspoons of trust

A splash of adventure

A sprinkle of patience

Endless support and love

Tools:

Open ears for listening

A warm heart for understanding

Arms for big hugs

Instructions:

Start by mixing kindness and trust in a big bowl. Stir gently.

Add laughter and inside jokes, letting them blend naturally.

Slowly fold in shared secrets, making sure they stay safe.

Sprinkle in patience to help through tough times.

Pour in a splash of adventure to keep things exciting.

Stir everything together with endless support and love.

Serve daily with warm hugs and encouraging words.

Serves: A lifetime of true friendship.

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Take one slow, peaceful morning,

letting it stretch lazily beneath

the weight of a warm blanket.

Snooze the alarm a couple of times

there’s no rush today.

Let the soft rhythm of raindrops

against the window

gently remind you that the world is

waking up too.

Pour yourself out of bed and into the kitchen,

with the scent of fresh

coffee in the air.

Add a spoonful of quiet, mix it with

the pages of a good book,

or let your favorite playlist

play softly in the background,

each note blending into

the stillness of the morning.

Let time melt like butter on warm toast,

as conversations with family or texts

from friends simmer in the background.

Soft laughter bubbles up like steam

from your cup,

wrapping you in the kind of comfort that

only slow Sundays can bring.

Slip into your coziest sweater,

season the afternoon with

the sweet scent of cinnamon,

and let the hours pass without

checking the clock.

Maybe take a nap, maybe daydream,

maybe read just one more chapter.

As the sky fades into shades of pink and gold,

pour the last light of the day

into flickering candles,

and top it off with the quiet hum of home.

Serve on a couch, wrapped in a blanket,

with a side of fuzzy socks and

a heart that feels a little lighter.

Enjoy slowly, savor every second,

and repeat as often as possible.

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Take one alarm,

ringing too early,

eyes half-open,

feet dragging to the door.

Add a rushed breakfast,

or maybe just a sip of water,

a backpack stuffed too full,

a notebook already forgotten.

Stir in a long bus ride,

heads against windows,

music in ears,

a quiet wish to go back to sleep.

Mix in morning classes,

pencils scratching,

whispers between desks,

a clock that moves too slow.

Let the afternoon settle,

words on the board,

an test no one studied for,

a countdown to the final bell.

Cool with homework,

pages flipping,

sighs heavy,

a phone buzzing nearby.

Finish with tired eyes,

a soft bed,

a mind already thinking

about doing it all again tomorrow.

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Waking up late ⏱️

First, let’s go bathe 🛀

Then eat something light 🍏

And with the books start to fight 💥

Now step 2 is to get ready for school 📚

Oh gosh I’m out of time and that’s not cool 🙀

5 hours and a half I’m getting cooked in this place 👨‍🍳

When school ends, I’m adding two spoons of a happy face 😃

The most important ingredient is to go play ball 🏀

The feeling is like a girl going to the mall 👱‍♀️

Finally, I’m having dinner with mama 💝

And it’s time for eight hours of coma 🌃

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Recipe for a Summer Workday as a Teen Waitress

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Recipe for a Summer Workday as a Teen Waitress

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Start by waking up too early, wishing for one more hour of sleep.

Stir in a simple outfit, comfortable shoes, and just enough energy to fake a smile.

Whisk yourself to work, adding a dash of heat from the summer sun.

At the restaurant, mix in endless drink refills, messy tables, and customers who can't decide what to order.

Fold in a few fake smiles, polite nods, and at least one spilled drink.

Sprinkle in a short break just enough time to check your phone but not enough to rest.

Let the final rush simmer in exhaustion until closing time.

Clean up, count your tips, and dream of quitting (but knowing you won’t ).

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Take one free evening, fresh and full of promise,
pour into a group chat,
and mix well until plans take shape.

Add a splash of excitement,
a handful of outfit changes,
and a pinch of “Where are we meeting?” debates.

Let the mixture rise as everyone gathers,
stirring in hugs, compliments, and the first round of laughter.

Transfer to a lively bar, warm and buzzing,
season with clinking glasses,
shared secrets, and an extra shot “just for fun.”

Let it simmer on the dance floor,
shake with bass-heavy beats and carefree moves,
toss in spontaneous song requests and dramatic sing-alongs.

For extra flavor, fold in a dash of mischief—
maybe a late-night adventure, a lost jacket,
or a deep talk with a stranger that feels like an old friend.

Pour into the quiet streets as the city winds down,
garnish with a slice of pizza or a warm banichka,
and let it cool under flickering neon lights.

Serve at sunrise with tired feet,
a phone full of blurry photos,
and a heart full of memories.

Best enjoyed with good company,
and repeated as often as possible.

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Notice: This recipe can only be prepared if the temperature drops below zero!

Begin by taking your ingredients out of bed before the sun has risen.

This will make the main ingredient sleepy and confused.

Pour a breakfast of any kind and some tea to warm them up. Add some warm clothes and don't forget

to include the backpack that you had prepared yesterday and had left to rest for at least 8 hours.

Transfer the prepared mixture to school.

Let it marinate there for at least 6 hours.

You will notice that the mixture will be annoyed

and exhausted when it's time to take out.

To enhance the taste of stress, add a dash of freezing wind.

Serve with a garnish of despair and yearning for summer.

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Start by waking up slowly—no alarms, just the warmth of the morning.

Let yourself stretch underneath the sheets.

Stir in a lazy breakfast, something sweet or something strong.

Something that fills your soul with joy.

Mix in your adventure — maybe a spontaneous road trip,

a long walk where the world seems endless,

or a new book that serves as a door to another reality.

Let the laughter simmer throughout the day,

adding more as needed. The more laughter you add,

the richer the experience becomes.

Sprinkle in spontaneous moments — an unplanned walk to the beach, a dance in the kitchen.

Fold in a little relaxation, whether it’s a nap, a sunset,

or simply closing your eyes and listening to the world around.

Top it all off with a night filled with stars, stories,

or simply peace. Let the day settle into your heart,

leaving only warmth and contentment behind.

Best served with an open heart and zero worries.

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Recipe for a Rainy Day (Nina Ivanova 12g)

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Recipe for a Rainy Day (Nina Ivanova 12g)

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Take one sky full of gray,

add some clouds that won’t go away.

Mix in raindrops, big and small,

let them fall, let them fall.

Stir in puddles on the ground,

where small feet jump up and down.

Add some thunder, not too loud,

just a rumble in the clouds.

Wrap in blankets, soft and warm,

safe inside from the storm.

Pour in laughter, books, and tea—

a cozy day for you and me.

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Start up with thoughts and a mind that's disperse,

Add in some dreams that are followed by tears,

Grind it all up, then set it aside.

Now in the meantime go chop some nice verses,

Whip the rich cream, though it never was yours,

Peel those ideas you stole long ago.

Now when you're ready, prepare to go dandy:

Try to find spices for that tasteless mush;

It may be a fancy, a quaint of a term,

It could be delicate, sweet láissez-fáire.

Now the stock is all boiling, this magic aroma,

The smell of intentions is filling the air;

Throw in your drafts and the previous effort,

Close the hot lid and quickly retreat.

You stand in awe as you watch your text brewing,

The pot starts erupting, with shrapnel all bursting,

Leaving you trembling and laying in mud.

And that was the story of a talentless writer:

From hero to zero, an amateur poem

Is all that it takes to become the street clown.

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Take some chicken, soft and white,
Cook it well, make it right.

Add some rice, nice and small,
Boil in water, watch it all!

Salt and pepper, just a bit,
Stir it slowly, don’t forget.

Let it cook, warm and nice,
Now you have some chicken rice!

Chop some veggies, red and green,
Make it fresh, nice and clean.

Carrots, onions, small and bright,
Mix them in, oh what a sight!

Stir it gently, let it steam,
Smells so good, like a dream.

Take a plate, spoon it high,
Chicken rice, so good, oh my!