How to make Mitarashi dangoHow to make Mitarashi dango4 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
200 g of rice flour
200 ml of hot water
100 ml water
2 1/2 tbsp soy sauce
1 tbsp corn starch
1.) Mix the rice flour and water together.
2.) Knead till dough is as tough as your earlobe.
3.) Fill a pan with water and heat up.
4.) Rip off bite sized pieces of the dough and steam them for 25 minutes
5.) Throw the balls into a bowl and mush together with a wetted wooden spoon.
6.) Knead the dough
7.) Roll out dough into a long stick shape.
8.) With a wetted knife, cut bite sized pieces off.
9.) roll the pieces into balls.
10.) wet skewers and apply an even amount of dumplings to each.
11.) pour sauce over dumplings and enjoy.
1.) Mix all the ingredients in a sauce pan.
2.) Simmer till thickened.
3.) Pour over dangos.
How to make yakitori chickenHow to make yakitori chicken4 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
2 chicken breasts, cut into about 3/4 inch pieces
1 negi, cut into about 3/4 inch pieces
Bamboo skewers (soaked in water to prevent burning)
For tare sauce (makes about 1/2 cup):
5 Tbsp soy sauce
5 Tbsp mirin
3 Tbsp sake
1 1/2 - 2 Tbsp of sugar *adjust the amount to your preference
A slice of ginger (optional)
Mix sugar, sake, mirin, and soy sauce in a sauce pan and stir well.
Put a slice of fresh ginger, if preferred.
Bring to a boil on high heat and turn down the heat to low and simmer until slightly thickened.
Stop the heat and set aside.
Thread chicken and negi on skewers alternatively.
Grill the skewered chicken and negi over hot coals until the surface of chicken turns white.
Brush the skewered chicken and negi with the sauce.
Grill until cooked through, brushing the sauce a couple of times.
BTTxReader for Kimiko-MaitoYou woke up with a pounding headache – your mouth was dry and it felt as though your skull had split itself in half. You groaned, clutching your head in agony. What the hell had you done last night? You couldn't remember a damn thing.BTTxReader for Kimiko-Maito3 years ago in Humor More Like This
Whining, you decided that you had better get an aspirin to get rid of the damn headache. You couldn't even remember what day of the week it was, much less where the aspirin actually was.
You shifted to get up, but a weight on your waist held you firmly in place. You froze, looking down at the source of your confinement. A tanned arm was wrapped around you, holding you against a warm, solid body. Your face coloured instantly, eyes widening as you followed the arm back to the person it belonged to.
Tousled, chocolate-brown hair, sun-kissed skin… you felt your stomach do a few little flips. The first, for seeing the gorgeous man-hunk lying next to you, and the second for realising that it was Antonio Fernandez Carriedo – a re
Mind-BurdensI almost don't have wordsMind-Burdens4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
to pull from my heart
when I try to write about
the stress that has a python grip
around my chest.
Even without its fingers
charting their way towards my neck,
I feel myself choking on
a to-do list longer than
the unabridged history of sin.
I would live vicariously
through writing about crying if I could,
but tear-drop words didn't fit
in my mind.
Rather, they made me feel pathetic,
like a one legged dog
that still kicks when it dreams
about chasing birds in the garden.
Sahara BeautyYou were the pale dunesSahara Beauty4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and the morning mist,
all curves and warmth
under the hues of
and high-noon blue.
Half-crazed I am,
because I see paradise
in the heat that shimmers
off your golden skin;
When the wind shifts west,
the image breaks like a fever,
and my arm stretches out
to nothing more
than an empty horizon.
You left me nothing but footprints
burning in the sand
and the desert dust in your wake.
Come back and search
for my sun-bleached bones
so you can prove
that I was real too.
SleeplessBack pressed against the wall,Sleepless3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I stare into three o'clock nothings.
Left with watered-down thoughts,
exhausted, mumbled musings,
I have little more to do than
mutter myself down from
whatever fight I'm losing against myself
as the stars grow all the dimmer.
What about sleepless exhaustion
destroys the barrier between
stream of consciousness and the
It's ComingMy hands are shaking.It's Coming3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It happened between blinks and
now this house is not my house;
I'm convinced my mind's retreating.
I understand the symptoms.
I know I'm not quite done with sanity but
I am home alone and so unsure of
what else to do but step into the shower
calm myself with hot water down my back
and my forehead cold agains the walls;
it's a comforting duality.
I wish I had someone to call but
I feel as if I'm loved for my optimism only...
and once I cry out hurt, partially cracked,
I am an inconvenience unworthy
of whatever help I might receive.
I wonder what I've done
to make my mind hate me so thoroughly.
07.07.12Maybe it's the music,07.07.123 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
or how I'm sitting cross-legged
with my soul like a bird on my shoulder;
the way my hair sits loose in a messy bun,
face devoid of makeup
and heart full of words too big
for pocket-change emotions.
For reasons I can't understand,
(that's forever never knowing,
or at least not for a while,)
I feel beautiful.
Visible SpectrumYou reminded meVisible Spectrum2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
of a stained-glass window
that sits perched on its wall
beneath my stairs at home.
Daylight doesn't measure its colors,
it only scatters them down
on the hardwood floor
when the sun breaches the
And daylight didn't measure you,
I saw you and all I could think on
were your mosaic eyes,
the spectrum of your blush;
that they were solid
and more than patterned light.
I cover stained glass with my hands
and colors vanish.
I cover you with myself
and you are vibrant.
Russian RouletteLooking at you is likeRussian Roulette4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
playing with guns,
except the only pistol I have
is locked inside my chest.
I'm never sure if the
rapid-fire beats are
barrel clicks or bullet-shell clatter.
So if I told you I loved you
would my heart explode
with blood and gunpowder,
or would the chamber turn
and let me breathe with you
for another night?
I am never sure if I can
take the safety off
and risk the end of what I know
or if it's better to leave
these loaded words
sitting cold in their holster.
A Prehistoric Lark - Chapter 2"So you are saying, that sixty five million years ago, mortals have not started civilization?"A Prehistoric Lark - Chapter 23 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"No shit, Sherlock," Tony huffed, the suit weighing him down as he ran. "I don't even think there were humans yet."
Loki gave made a sound of exasperation. "Of all the Midgard-History lessons I could have missed as a child-"
Loki was cut off as the creature behind gave another deafening roar, this time so close Tony could feel the heat of the creature's breath on his back. Even through the suit.
"Shut up and run!"
Loki seemed to glide effortlessly over the uneven ground, while Tony tripped and stumbled and figured he looked more like dinosaur chow than anything else on the planet.
"Shit!" Tony yelped as he finally took one last stumble and landed face-first in a pile of dirt. He scrambled up, looking wildly around for Loki, before realizing the God wasn't beside him anymore.
"Loki?" Tony wondered if Loki had been eaten or something, and whether he should be glad or pissed that h
Go the Fuck to SleepThe cats nestle close to their kittens,Go the Fuck to Sleep2 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
The lambs have laid down with the sheep,
You're cozy and warm in your bed my dear, please,
Go the fuck to sleep
The windows are dark in the town, child,
The whales huddle down in the deep
I'll read you one very last book if you swear,
You'll go the fuck to sleep
The eagles who soar through the sky are at rest,
And the creatures who crawl run and creep,
--I know you're not thirsty, that's bullshit; stop lying!
Lie the fuck down my darling... and sleep
The wind whispers soft through the grass, hun
The field mice they, make not a peep...
It's been thirty-eight minutes already...
Jesus Christ! What the fuck! Go. To. Sleep!
All the kids from daycare are in dreamland...
The froggy has made his last peep...
--Hell no you can't go to the bathroom!
You know where you can go?! The FUCK to sleep!
The owls fly forth from the treetops;
Through the air they soar and they sweep
A hot crimson rage fills my heart, LOVE,
For real. Shu
Nights on the LoveseatFind my lips and let me savor yours,Nights on the Loveseat3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
because there never was
so exquisite a moment
as soft conversation
turned to intertwined fingers and
mouths gently meeting.
Run your fingers through my hair
because I love it when you
cup the back of my head
to draw me closer,
like I was delicate,
worth guarding and keeping
near the heart.
Love SickI don't know what woke me.Love Sick4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Maybe it was the gentle tapping of the wind,
or the hush of the rain,
or simply that
I had dreamt you were beside me
half-anchored in sleep,
longed to pull you closer.
My most delirious of delusions
are of you, my dear,
like you were made of fever,
rising slowly and kissing my forehead,
painting my blush,
brightening my eyes.
MultivitaminI found a tablet tucked in a brightly coloured neon tube today. Amongst many similar chalky soldiers. Multi vitamins. I remember them from childhood, the tangy almost too sharp taste of citrus. I popped it into my mouth, one of the few things in life that tastes good and is good for you.Multivitamin5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It fizzled on my tongue unusually. When the tingling became a scratchy fight between fluid and solid I spat it out and went back to examine the tube, with the offending material between my fingers. It was to be dissolved in water.
I looked at the item, so willing to decieve me. Under the sunset smokescreen it was deathly white. Nothing but nutrients. My tongue burned, blush with embarrassment. I held it under the tap, alternating the water flow off and on to watch it fizzle. Lying thing. I let it die and went back about my business.
I will never know, but I wouldTRANSMENI will never know, but I would5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I will never know how painful it is to get caught in my zipper. I would take the chance, if it meant I had a penis and I could pee standing up
I will never know how embarrassing it is to get an erection in public. I would happily hide my visible arousal, if it meant I could get an erection.
I will never know the disgust of having to go to the doctor for a prostate exam. I would go and get an exam every week, if it meant I had a prostate.
I will never know the agony of being kicked in the balls. I wouldn't curse or scream about it, if it meant I had balls that could be injured.
I will never need to use a condom for the reason "I don't want my partner to get pregnant". I'd never gripe about having to use a condom, if it meant I had the ability to get someone pregnant.
I will never know the moodiness, bloating, and cramps of having PMS. I would not complain and I would try to deal with the agony, if it meant I got a period.
I will never know the dread of going to a g
It's Not Coming BackAnd he was the voiceless, unforgiving wind.It's Not Coming Back3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
She screamed to his back while he forgot her name,
and each step he took into the sun
was met by the setting of hers.
It's a cold night where she stands,
and she coughs on the frost in her lungs,
choking on the memory of last night's air.
She mourns the death of yesterday
through nostalgic eyes,
and like a child, declares it's only sleeping.
MeltI prayed for rain becauseMelt3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
once you told me
that it was your favorite thing.
The sound of it,
the way it smelled on the concrete cracked,
how it felt on your skin
if you were to step outside and
let it soak into your tired shirt.
I told you that I liked the snow,
and for me it was because
nothing was more symbolic
for how cold I am when compared to you,
how rain fights with itself when it
races down the window,
but snow is distant, aloof,
And if I shared that thought with you,
I know you'd tell me that
I'm just the clear sky, a blessing,
because you love me in ways
that I want to love you...
So you call me fair now but
give it time and I know that
you will cloud, and grow to
hate the snowfall, while I
begin to wish I could melt for you.
De-toxI told you once thatDe-tox3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I liked my men like I liked my tea,
hot and nude,
and all you could do was
raise your eyebrows and
hope that I was thinking about you.
I had to force down the peppermint tea
and try not to think about that moment
as it both froze and scalded me--
throat, lips, and heart.
Like the you,
like the dry toast my sister made,
the mint was supposed to help me
settle and be well, but couldn't.
Four days of vomiting,
like my body rejected the idea
of being alone just as much as
my mind did.
Hundreds of hours of
and I still couldn't force you out of my system.
And when it was over,
tearing you from my being left me
a lucky thirteen pounds lighter,
unable to walk without support but
already racing in my mind.
My pulse still runs when I think of you,
but only because I'm afraid that
if I see you somewhere
I'll remember the taste of
dry toast and peppermint.
RFS Chpt. 20Chase, having had an extraordinarily long time to experience the best of everything, considered himself a very fine judge of many things. He had an eye for art, an extremely educated palate, and- as a man who had once informed the Lorelei she was a little off pitch- he believed himself an expert on music. So it was with great authority he decided that while Jack certainly wasn't the worst singer ever born, he was a long, long, long way from the best.RFS Chpt. 203 years ago in Romance More Like This
Some time ago, Jack had decided that their hopeless search for a way out of the caves would be cheerier with a little music. Chase wasn't about to veto anything that kept his lover's spirits up, so he'd walked in silent agony as Jack sang every song he knew that had even the slightest relation to walking, traveling or directions.
First up had been "Walk This Way," a jumble of incomprehensible slang that Jack assured him was a very popular rock song. Jack seemed to derive a great deal of amusement from "North to Alaska," which he bellowed o
I am Icarus RedeemedEven when every dream had drownedI am Icarus Redeemed3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and love left me choking on dust
and I felt utterly abandoned by
every aspect of my envisioned life,
something in me set on fire.
Oh, I know heat rises
and I'm lifting off.
God knows where it's taking me,
heaven has yet to shut me out.
Oh, my wings are broken
but at least I'm falling free.
It's the impact,
not my plummeting spirit,
that will throttle the light in me.
Night OutIn the night airNight Out6 years ago in Biography & Memoir More Like This
I watch a young man OD
two paramedics lift him
onto a stretcher
push him into the ambulance
and carry him away.
Near the half-empty hostel
on a cracked sidewalk,
a man has been glassed.
I watch the security guard
press a hand to his head
to stop the tendrils of blood
from flowing out
in gentle pools around his neck.
Under the flashing lights
of a heat-filled nightclub
under the valium drip
and soft effect of medication
I feel the slow, creeping onset
of a panic attack.
I cry and want to collapse
and my sister takes me away
through the maze of body heat
to the dimly lit green haze
of the exist signs,
onto the crowded, lonely street.
We curl into the hostel beds
and I listen to the soft breaths
of the sleeping girls.
And the tears come silently by;
waves of horror in the night.
As the dawn light seeps through curtained windows
I promise myself
I'll never trust in me
DtL-AndrogynyAndrogyny.DtL-Androgyny7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
She slips on her boxers; two sizes to big
The usual taping of the breasts
(Not daddys little girl today
Im mummys little soldier).
The other kids all think hes a handsome boy
And all the girls fawn about him
But Christopher is a really a Christine
Much as she lies about it.
And in this androgyny;
Who are you going to be
Mens underwear fits so much better
Than the under-wire of that padded bra
I say Im offering you a chance at a new identity
Join us in our androgyny
Who knows who were going to be.
The heels fit so well on his too small feet
Make-up making his face to be a woman
(Im not wrong like this, I fit like this
I could be an actual girl)
The other kids think hes a strange boy
But a good looking girl
Jack, he really was a Jill
But he wasnt made for that part.
And in this androgyny;
Who will you be
High heels and evening dresses
Livens up a closet of suits and shirts
Maybe youll find your true identity