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Pratik Ev Yapımı İskender Tarifi İçin Malzemeler
600 gr hazır et döneri
4-5 adet (Tırnak Pide)
2 yemek kaşığı tereyağ
2 yemek kaşığı dolusu domates salçası
3 su bardağı sıcak su
Karabiber, tuz
125g tereyağ
Yaprak dönerlerimizi tavada çevirerek ısıtıp tekrar hafif kavuruyoruz.
Hazır veya önceden yaptığımız pideyi küp küp doğrayarak servis tabağına yerleştiriyoruz.
Sosu için tereyağını eritip salçayı ilave ediyoruz.
Hafif kavurduktan sonra üzerine yavaş yavaş sıcak su ekleyerek çözdürüyoruz.
Karabiberini tuzunu da ilave edip ağzını kapatıp kısık ateşte 5 dakika daha pişirip ocağı kapatıyoruz.
Uzun yayvan bir tabağa yerleştirdiğimiz ekmeklerimizin üzerine önce hazırladığımız sosu gezdiriyoruz.
Sonra pişen yaprak dönerleri güzelce diziyoruz.
Son olarak tereyağını iyice kızdırıp üzerine gezdiriyoruz.
Tabağın kenarına biraz yoğurt arzuya göre közlenmiş biber ve domatesle servis yapıyoruz.

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The night was thick with rain, silver threads falling through the broken branches of a forest long since abandoned. Every droplet hit the leaves with a soft patter, and under that melody, Sage ran—barefoot, breathless, laughing. She wasn’t afraid. Not really. Not of him. The way the trees blurred past, the way her dress clung to her thighs, torn by brambles and soaked in midnight—every moment was a thrill. Behind her, the footfalls of something inhuman. Controlled. Deliberate. Too fast to be merely human. Albert Wesker. She could feel him in the air before she heard him—like lightning not yet struck. His presence hummed in her blood, chased up her spine like a ghost’s hand. Still, she ran, daring him to follow,

daring him to catch her. And he would. He always did. It started weeks ago, in the ruins of the Arklay lab. She had come searching for something left behind—data, a serum, or maybe just proof that monsters weren’t born, but made. He had appeared like a shadow in the reflection of a broken screen. "You shouldn’t be here," he had said. "I usually am," she’d replied, head tilted, unafraid. That was the first time he didn’t kill someone who found him. That was the first time Sage smiled at a ghost. Now, she ducked beneath a fallen log, scraping her elbow, but grinning like a fox with a secret. Her lungs burned, but her heart—oh, her heart sang. It always did when he was near. He stepped from the trees like a myth,