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.
Mac and Cheese RecipeMac and Cheese Recipe4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Yield: 4 servings
Noodles (any type, enough to feed everyone)
1 cup of grated cheese (any kind)
½ cup of bread crumbs
½ cup of flour
1 cup of milk
½ cup of butter
½ cup of finely chopped onions
1.Start boiling the water
2.Add the bread crumbs and flour to the grated cheese and mix together
(the flour and bread crumbs add texture and help to stop the
cheese from clumping)
3.While the water is bowling melt the ½ cup of butter in a pot.
4.Once the butter has melted add the finely chopped onions, fry until
the onions turn clear.
5.Add the milk to the fried onions and butter.
6.Add the n
Jam heart biscuits recipeJam heart biscuits recipe7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
JAM HEART BISCUITS:
250g unsalted butter, at room temperature
1 cup icing sugar, sifted
1 tsp vanilla extract
3¼ cups plain flour
1/3 cup cornflour
½ cup raspberry or strawberry jam
2 tbs icing sugar, extra
Using an electric mixer, beat butter, icing sugar and vanilla in a large bowl until pale and creamy. Add egg and beat until well combined. Sift flour and cornflour together over butter mixture and stir in until dough comes together. Divide dough in half and flatten to make 2 discs. Wrap in baking paper and refrigerate for 30 minutes.
Preheat oven to 160°C. Line 2 large baking trays with baking paper. Roll out 1 dough disc until 4mm thick. Using a fluted 6cm round biscuit cutter, cut out 20 rounds. Using a small heart-shaped biscuit cutter, cut out a heart from the centre of each biscuit. Place onto a prepared tray. Roll out remaining dough and cut out 20 round biscuits. Place onto other tray. Bake for 15-20 minutes or until pale golden and f
For the Man Who One Day Holds My HeartI want to be your Summer girl,For the Man Who One Day Holds My Heart3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and August thunder.
I want to be the Autumn hearted,
colorful and always falling,
And I could be your Winter bride,
clean and innocent,
blushing on the snow,
while my spirit smelled of Spring,
smiling with the lilacs,
every kiss a crocus.
We'd be more than seasonal lovers,
but steadfast as the years and
ever-dancing with the Earth.
ShallowI'm no good at being abstract.Shallow3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'm a window that wishes
it could be stained glass;
I hate being clear,
you can see right through me--
I'd rather be beautiful
and beautifully obscured.
April, 2004I was fifteen. eight hoursApril, 20043 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
in the waiting room remembering
the ride, lights flashing, you
crying through your oxygen
mask, saying I'm okay,
I'm okay. I still hear you
when I close my eyes,
see the man across the room,
folding paper cranes out of
magazine pages &
pamphlets about every
kind of pain. after six hours
he taught me the right way
to fold a wing
& it was, I think, the one thing
that saved me: each
smooth and steady crease
A HauntingHow can I learn to stopA Haunting3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
looking over my shoulder
at your ghost holding mine
in the dust?
I hate how they watch
my jealous back with
their jack o'lantern eyes.
They trace my footprints in the dirt
and their whispers follow me home.
And while I'm devastated that you left,
I want your spirit gone.
You've given me space in the physical world
and left me anything but alone.
Christmas at MidnightWith the candlelight soft asChristmas at Midnight4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the poinsettia reds,
a hush falls over us in the
and we gently raise our voices.
Silent night, Holy night,
With each word, each breath,
the gentle flame dances
on the candle white, joyous.
All is calm, all is bright.
There is warmth in the winter stillness,
and we stand at the center of it.
Listen, how the harmonies shift,
like the wind shaping snowdrifts in the night.
Round yon virgin, mother and child,
Were we to whisper as we sang,
we would sound like footsteps
of shepherds in the meadow.
Holy infant, so tender and mild.
Such moments as these,
they are born, not created.
And as the joy builds,
so does the melody.
Sleep in heavenly peace,
With one breath,
we douse our candles.
The smoke rises,
but the warmth lingers,
and we kiss cheeks,
and shake hands before
we step into the cold minutes
after midnight, returning to
the warmth of the hearth, the home.
Sleep in heavenly peace.
reclaiming bostonon the bus with myreclaiming boston3 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
legs sprawled over my bags, i
imagine the miles
falling away from
me like hydrangea petals
in a summer breeze
Papercuts and RecollectionsI had forgotten your love lettersPapercuts and Recollections3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
until they cut my finger when I
grazed the bottom of my drawer.
Folded crisp and neat,
some of the ink had smudged like
the crimson filling the whorls of my thumb.
I could hear your voice clearly,
saturated in the scrawling script.
You promised me forever,
now forever's gone.
Lost in that rush of reanimated feeling,
I could almost remember
the way your cheek felt resting
warm against my hair,
how you smelled like home.
The traces of you lingered like
the last hours of yesterday
before turning to the smell of dust
and the feel of paper too dry
to write on again.
The Midnight InheritanceAll I had was the waxing gibbousThe Midnight Inheritance3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
admiring the tilt of my chin
as I played with one shower-fresh curl
still perfectly corkscrewed
and lightly perfumed.
What strange relief,
watching the advancing rain,
a walking wall of grey
that made the mountains tip their heads back,
to drink that midnight wine.
Before the storm could eat the moon
and whisper rumors to my windows closed,
I watched how Cassiopeia
alighted on my reflection.
Seven stars graced my brow like a garland.
I felt my heart swell like a myth,
my breathing hushed as I found myself anointed.
When the last bead of water
rolled down the small of my back,
the sky released her breath,
and washed away the promise of a crown.
poetry, againSpoiler alert: this is not poetry.poetry, again3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Print 15 copies. You just killed a tree.
Put this in mass-produced magazines.
Slaughter a forest arboreal genocide.
This is not poetry;
this is lexical vandalism; this
is getting away with murder.
Fire your editor & set
fire to your dictionary.
This sentence is a Death sentence,
but death shouldn't be uppercase.
Capital punishment: life fragment (incomplet)
Shit, I don't think I executed that properly.
Correct the syntax & execute it again.
This time: sharpen the guillotine.
Type a noose around this poem
& hang it
on your fridge like gallows,
smothered by two magnets.
you just killed
This is not poetry, again.
This is not Shakespeare
This is a not a play on
dead kings or balcony scenes.
This is a play on
words. Verbs Action Cut!
Cut to the chase. Cut this stanza
in half. Chop off its limbs like the
trees you keep killing. Cut off your
Re-KindlingShe held the moment in her lungs.Re-Kindling3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It lingered in the air
like a spiderweb strand;
she could feel its presence
more than see it.
She meditated on the human condition,
one hand on her chest like a prayer.
Hopeless was her heart two minutes ago,
now faithful in its hummingbird thrum.
"Ah," it whispered in her ear,
"you do remember love."
Fifty Shades of Andley - Chapter 1Fifty Shades of Andley - Chapter 13 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Now you have my mobile number don't you?"
I smiled as my room mate and best friend, Christian Coma asked me the same question that he had done about less then five minutes ago. Christian was an insanely huge panickier, especially about the safety and welfare of yours truly, but that's what made me love him immensely so.
"Yes Chuppy, For the thousandth time," I chucked and punched him playfully on the arm.
He grinned at me, his hundred megawatt smile. "I know, I just get so-"
"Panicked? Terrified? Scared?" I teased, arching one plucked eyebrow at him.
He laughed, a great booming sound which echoed off the metal walls of the elevator. "Precisely,"
The elevator came to a smooth stop and the doors slid open to reveal a new Manhattan morning. We stepped out in sync and Christian automatically gripped my upper arm in his hand, I rolled my eyes fondly at his over protective gesture and let him lead me to the double doors which was the entrance to the block of f
The LibraryThe two-toned leather bindingThe Library4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
of a long-beloved novel
complimented the lonely
slant of sun that filtered
through the swirling dust
of another afternoon.
This labyrinth was built on book-spines,
directed by dog-eared tomes
whose pages whispered
its secrets in the stillness.
Drop the twine you thought
would lead you out,
because losing yourself here
is as painless as sleeping,
and like dreaming you
explore worlds without
ever leaving the comfort of
the armchair you claimed as
Sink with me through
the crackle of covers opened,
the sighs of plots uncovered,
the snap of novels shut.
NostalgicWhere have those grins goneNostalgic4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
since I saw them last?
One friend's bending over books,
her smile is fading with the lamplight
as she sighs and flips the pages
chasing dreams she doesn't want.
And another has no idea
where the hell he's going,
he just knows he doesn't want it
to be here.
And my acquaintances two years ago,
do they ever wonder about me?
Where I've gone and what I'm doing,
like I sometimes ask myself about them.
Where did those autumns go,
and why'd they change those halls I loved
and how come the world is
always turning faster?
Eighteen's gone, and nineteen's leaving
Each time I turn, my brother's taller,
and the family dog is mellowed out and dying.
I don't remember getting older,
I just know I'm supposed to be too young
for that to scare me.
All of the Pocky FlavorsChocolate flavorsAll of the Pocky Flavors2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
* Anime Pocky
* Giant Chocolate
* Giant Double Choco
* Gokuboso Pocky (Superfine Pocky)
* Little Pocky
* Marble Pocky Chocolate
* Marble Royal Milk Tea
* Men’s Pocky
* My Calorie Pocky (which has 1/4 the calories of regular chocolate Pocky)
* Chocolate Almond Crush
* White Chocolate Almond Crush
* White Chocolate/Chocolate Almond Crush
* Café au Lait Almond Crush
* Mild Milk Almond Crush
* Honey White Almond Crush
* Anglaise Almond Crush
* Choco Banana
* Coconut Milk
* Cinnamon Apple
* Green Apple
* Pine Cream
* Tsubu Tsubu Strawberry
* Tsubu Tsubu Giant Strawberry
* Black & Latte
* Blueberry Yogurt
* Extra Chocolate
* Green Tea
* Hazelnut Milk Chocolate
* Hokkaido White
* Mild Chocolate
* Royal Milk Tea
* New White
* Berry Chocol
Zutara Week: MaskZutara Week 2011Zutara Week: Mask4 years ago in Romance More Like This
Day 1: Mask
Katara's eyes widened in shock as the Blue Spirit suddenly appeared on stage to save the Avatar from Commander Zhao's clutches. She stared in disbelief at the sight of the mask. It was exactly the same as the one she had seen reoccurring in her dreams since she was a little girl.
"My hero!" The actress playing Aang proclaimed, jumping down and sitting on the overly large mask to be carried off of the stage.
The Actor playing the Blue Spirit called himself the "scourge of the Fire Nation," which piqued her interest, and he saved the Avatar. She couldn't help but wonder why Aang hadn't ever mentioned it to them before. She was about to ask when her thoughts were cut off by the wretched sound of the actress who played her, crying
Later, during the first intermission and after Toph commented about the truthfulness of everyone's character portrayals, Katara remembered. "I wonde
Zutara Week: Social NetworkingZutara Week 2011Zutara Week: Social Networking4 years ago in Romance More Like This
Day 3: Social Networking
"Dad Do we have to do this? Katara's complaint sounded like a whine.
Now, Katara, I don't like it anymore then you do. You know just as well as I do, though, that the new world order is expecting this." Hakoda wrapped an arm around his daughter's shoulders and drew her against his side. "I've already drawn the line about any arrangements being made. The southern traditions will be upheld."
Katara nodded and hugged him around the waist, letting out a soft sight. Tonight, the South Pole was hosting a party in her honor, to announce that she was of marrying age. Since the end of the war and the restoration of the Southern Tribe, and after the untimely death of the Northern Tribe's princess, Katara had become well know world wide as being the new "Water Princess." Of course, this sounded ridiculous to her.
Crossroads of Destiny 4.5 PART 1 of 2 FOR CHAPTER 4 (Never understood how Katara, a 14 year old from the middle of nowhere, who grew up with a bunch of women and children, somehow kept a comatose Aang alive during those weeks he was out. I'm studying to be a doctor, and naturally curious about such things. Soooo, I looked up nursing care for comatose patients. Let's say that, according to The American Journal of Nursing Volume 54, Aang in a coma had a lot of risks for death and complication. For one, Asphyxia (where he can't breathe due to laying on his back or one side for too long and mucus and throat constriction), waste retention (not going to even comment how did they even deal with that??? Catheters weren't around it seems, and this whole subject probably made for some awkward moments ), bed sores, and sepsis of the many wounds he incurred. So how in the heck DID she do it????Crossroads of Destiny 4.54 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Idk, it's a TV show. They probably learned as they went. But here's my take on some
Fire and Ice Ch. 03After I settled in, though I was sure I wasn't supposed to, I decided to take a walk around the palace. It was highly ornate and beautiful. The architecture of the Fire Nation was foreign to me, and therefore I admired it even more. In actuality, I was just roaming the hallways, not brave enough to open doors. After all, who knew who was behind them? It would've looked kind of awful if the daughter of the avatar was caught snooping around the Firelord's palace.Fire and Ice Ch. 035 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
As I walked I began to hear a muffled conversation in a room nearby. I saw an archway not too far away; perhaps that was where the voices were coming from?
All of my common sense told me to turn around and find my way back to my room, but what was the point of exploring if you didn't find anything? As I inched closer I recognized my father's voice in the conversation. They were probably talking about boring adult things
"They're only children, Zuko."
What? Who was he talking about? Was he talking about me? Me and
SP Dip Bees and Wasps"D-Damien! Stop!" Pip exclaimed as the raven black haired boy slowly nibbled on his boyfriend's neck.SP Dip Bees and Wasps6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"All right, all right. You're no fun." Damien said let going off the brit's neck and placing his arms around his waist. He pulled Pip closer, so their bodies were physically touching. Pip could feel the Devil's son heated breath brush his cheek. It was an intense second, a short, intense second until their lips were connected, smashing into each other. Not even another second passed until tongues were battling each other, fighting for domince. The coldness of the small, redneck, mountain town wasn't affecting either of the boys in the heat of their love.
"Damien! Is that you?" Damien's father, Satan, called from inside the house, hearing strange noises from the porch.
"S-Shit..." He said wiping his mouth and pulling away from Pip. The Devil opened the front door, wearing a pink apron that said, "Kiss the Cook"
Fire and Ice Ch. 01"Jade, it's time to go to bed," my mother said gently as she came over and sat on my bed. "It's getting late." As soon as she finished speaking, I yawned. The sad thing was she was right. I sighed.Fire and Ice Ch. 015 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Fine," I surrendered, laying my book down carefully on the floor next to my bed, to my mother's dismay. She hates it when I lay things on the ground like that. I reached up to blow out my lantern, but she put her hand on top of mine softly to stop me. I looked at her inquisitively. She lowered my hand to my side, then retracted her touch. I crossed my legs and waited for her to speak. She folded her hands neatly in her lap.
"Jade, your father and I have been talking, and we think it's time you started coming along to our biannual peace dinners in the fire nation." She informed me, carefully studying my facial expression. I felt my eyebrows furrow.
"You mean I'm going to have to travel halfway across the world so I can watch you guys have tea with Firelord Zuko?" I shoved a lock o