How to make Mitarashi dangoHow to make Mitarashi dango2 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.
Herman the German Friendship CakeHello, my name is Herman. I am a sour cake dough. I am supposed to be kept on the worktop for 10 days with a cover on. You can not put me in the fridge or I will die! If I stop bubbling - I am dead!Herman the German Friendship Cake2 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Day 1 - You get Herman and take the lid off. Put me into a large mixing bowl, cover loosely with a towel or cling film.
Day 2 - Stir well (never with a metal spoon)
Day 3 - Stir well
Day 4 - Herman is hungry, add the following ingredients:
1 cup of plain flour
1 cup of granulated sugar
1 cup of milk
stir well and cover
Day 5 - Stir well
Day 6 - Stir well
Day 7 - Stir well
Day 8 - Stir well
Day 9 - Hungry again! Add the same ingredients ass day 4. Spilt into 4 equal portions,
House-elf and cream of carottHouse-elf and cream of carott3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Une délicate odeur anisée s'élevait du bol de grès simple déposé sans autre apprêt sur la table où le maître prenait ses repas lorsqu'il s'adonnait, comme ce jour-là, à quelques sulfureuses expériences. Le petit lutin domestique déposa à côté les quelques gougères appétissantes et dorées qu'il venait juste de sortir du four. Il aurait bien croqué à pleines dents dedans et goûté un fond de velouté, s'il n'avait tant craint la colère du sorcier. D'ailleurs, ne devait-il pas avant tout veiller à ce que le plat reste bien chaud, en attendant le retour de son irascible maître ? Mieux valait ne pas savoir où celui-ci était parti...
How to make yakitori chickenHow to make yakitori chicken2 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.
Mystical BeingsMystical Beings2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Most of them hide out in the wood
Unseen by human eyes
Unnoticed, they fight for the greater good
You can hear their battle cries
the memories of war
when they pulled out their swords
from tree to tree they soar
some dressed high and royal like a lord
The king's son was in love
with such a being as her
shot by cupid above
making his emotions stir
A beautiful dress did the Elvin girl wear
along with her curly long hair
Broken-heartedBroken-hearted2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
She thought he held the key to her heart,
her one and only love.
She wished for them to never be apart
as she looked to the stars above.
Sparkling raindrops fell from the sky
when she had her first kiss,
but soon thier love began to die,
such wonders she did miss.
Now only images appear in her head
Each of them a memory, seeming so unreal
Many tears she had shed
But her heart will learn to heal
And for now my story has come to its end.
May my heart soon mend
TrappedTrapped1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'm trapped in this upside down world
where left is right,
home is another word for prison,
love never lasts,
and showing emotion is weakness.
It feels as if I'm suffocating.
Though alone in this empty space
there's no room to breathe.
A walking thunder storm,
ready to strike those who come close.
Though the sun shines its rays across the sky
darkness surrounds me,
encasing my black heart.
I try to rebel against such madness,
forgetting that I'm invisible.
A ghost imprisoned on this sad planet.
Never will I be seen nor heard
for I am trapped in this upside down world.
The Magical DanceThe Magical Dance2 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
A lovely fairy
with beautiful blonde hair,
wonderful blue gown.
Sweetly he takes her kind hand
as they dance the night away.
PoetryPoetry2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Poetry is like a song
Dancing along the page
as the poet writes each word
Letters form music
filling my head with their sweet melody
Latte ArtLatte Art2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
In the heart of Venice, Italy was a small café. It was not a popular tourist hot spot; it wasn't even all too well known among the locals. It was simply a tiny establishment on the side of a smaller waterway that branched off from one of the river flows that went through the center of town. The inside was very small, but elegantly decorated with silk and lace. Small candles sat in between every table and a waiter with a suit served hot tea. Outside the café were several small round tables made of iron. The metal curved in smooth patterns around the bases of the cushioned chair; it all looked deceptively delicate, especially with the thin glass surface upon the table.
At one of the outside tables sat a woman with auburn hair and almond shaped brown eyes. Her hair was tied up in a sloppy bun. Stray red locks tumbled away from the tight and imprisoning hairtie. They were a stark contrast against her crisp white jacket, padded at the shoulders. The white fabric squeezed
Behind the FabricBehind the Fabric2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The velvet fabric
soft against her skin,
yet offers no warmth.
A dress of roses
In which she pretended to be someone else.
Even the sky knew how she felt
without her ripped-up old jeans
and the comfort they bring.
The only thing they saw
A beatiful girl,
the person behind the fabric,
her heart and soul hidden from those
who only seek beauty.
I wonder will they ever see
the real me.
How to survive a horror movie, reedited.1.Always the number one rule for horror movies, never have sex. You and your lover will be to distracted doing it to even notice the killer is standing right above you,ready to plunge his knife into your back.How to survive a horror movie, reedited.1 year ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
2.Never ask the police for help,they always end up dying at some point.
3.If your friend is injured, leave him behind. Someone has to live to tell the tale.
4.Don't ever tell your friends that you will be back. You won't be back.
5.Don't drive down deserted country roads. Who knows what kind of people live there.
6.Whatever you do, do not separate like they do in the scooby doo movies. The killer could easily pick you off one by one.
7.Stay in your room if you hear a strange noise coming from outside your door. Lock yourself in and close the curtain if you have to and shut the fuck up.
8.Never brush your teeth. When you bend down to spit the toothpaste out and go back up, you will probably encounter something horrifying in the mirror.
9.Use your fucking common sense, easy as that
The Shadows: Chapter 4The Shadows: Chapter 42 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I kept telling myself it was just my imagination (I definitely had a big one), but my instincts told me otherwise. I finally made it to the bathroom where I waited in silence for Casey. Looking at the entrance I realized someone else was there or at least I felt like another person was there. I'd been staring at the entrance for what seemed like hours when in reality it had only been a couple minutes.
"You came." a voice said from behind me.
"Don't scare me like that!" I exclaimed once I saw it was Casey.
"So..." She replied, sizing me up as if she were trying to determine if I was good enough, "You're it? You're Camryn?"
"How'd you know my name?"
"Your brother" she answered, making me feel stupid at such an obvious answer.
"Do you have your pendant that your mother gave you?"
"Yeah,but how'd you know..." I replied awkwarding, fingering the shapes of it in my coat pocket.
I had never told anyone about the pendant I had gotten from my mom on my birthday. I had found it that
The Shadows: Chapter 1 Twisted DreamsThe Shadows: Chapter 1 Twisted Dreams2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Shhhhhh" the wind seemed to be saying.
I started to take in my surroundings, having no idea where I was or how I got there. The light of the blinding sun filtered through the trees' branches, making the dew on their leaves shine with perfection. The sweet smell of daffodils covered, the forest of trees around me.
"You have come..." a voice suddenly said, breaking the silence.
Out of nowhere a young girl appeared in front of me. She could've been in kindergarten, still all chubby from when she was a baby. Her long hair, the color of silver, trying to hide her dark purple eyes like a sword protecting valued gems. The girl was bare foot, which seemed odd with her billowing yellow dress. *Why was this girl barefoot, in the woods?* I wondered.
"Talk to Casey..." the girl exclaimed, her voice surprisingly faint and echoed.
"What's your name? Are you lost?"
*Casey?* I questioned in my head. It was like I knew her, but no face came to mind as if it were a
The Shadows:PrologueThe Shadows:Prologue2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
A two-story, blue and white house sat on Sun street, where a beautiful green lawn could be seen. Roses, daisies, and tulips rested in pots near the front door. Birds chirped,attracted by the bird bath in the middle of freshly cut grass. Inside were paintings, both realistic and abstract, that hung up on hallway walls. They had been painted by the owners of the house, a great hobby for both of them to enjoy. The living room held two satin couches, a wooden coffee table, and an old fireplace. Three pictures sat above the fireplace in a straight line, on top of the mantle. The picture on the right was a little boy covered in chocolate cake from head to toe. The picture on the left showed another little boy riding a bright red tricycle. The one in the middle held an adorible little girl with big brown eyes.In the picture she was sitting in the grass with a monarch butterfly balancing delicately on the tip of her nose. Three children were asleep in thier cribs, unaware of the events t
The StudentThe Student1 year ago in Philosophical More Like This
Once ago, a student asked me,
"Why do you smile?"
The student was young.
A little bud in a sea of bundled up flowers.
"Why do I smile?" I think to myself.
I do not answer the student,
Pondering at my own intentions
That I shamefully hide behind
The closed gates of the Forbidden City.
For the time being
I say to the student, "Think for yourself first.
I will tell you in time, young one."
I watch as the student nods
And hops away with a frolicsome stride
I sit there, a mudan in hand
And simply think.
Truthfully, there are not many things in life that one should smile about.
Pain is around every corner. Deceit and lies are what pulls people close.
Flowers die beneath the heavy footsteps of the wounded
And are stained with a lustful red as the warriors fall with a heavy plop.
I have been wounded, insulted, humiliated, cursed, used, lied to and much more.
Gazing up on the luminescent moon,
Makes you think, "What is happiness? What is truth? What is life?"
Meager definitions of such wor
Cherishing LifeCherishing Life1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
There once was a man, who told me,
The World can be seen in many ways,
He guided me out of my doorstep,
To taste the fresh dawn of day,
He said to me,
"Look beyond the shadows,
The Dark Times that are ahead,
Look at the world you live in,
There is nothing not to cherish from living to dead,
Look at the ones, who hold you close,
The promises they have made,
Look at the Warm Hearts that surround you,
The blooming buds and the springs and Ponds to wade,
The kindness of others to blossom,
The trees that stands so tall,
Will you my friend protect them?
Or let the world only fall?
You are a small little seedling,
Only a tiny and living sprout,
But let your true colors blossom,
And Believe without a doubt."
I looked at him in his shining eyes,
His twinkled little grin,
As he said to me,
"Friend keep in mind,
To Love the World you live in."
There Will Be Days...There Will Be DaysThere Will Be Days...1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
There will be days
when the sun's rays
do not shine from the Heavens.
There will be days
when cold and rain cometh
and pours upon the Earth
as people scamper about.
There will be days
when a pink smile
and coy bright eyes
is all that you give.
There will be days
when that is enough
and will make my heart
than any sun.
And part the rains,
And lessen the cold,
And cast all that gray
There will be days.
- © P. Ong September 22, 2012
Dark CitiesDark Cities2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A city filled with lights,
Is what it appears,
But it is more, so much more.
What you don't see
Are the dark alleys, dangerous street corners and the gangs hiding in the park.
You don't see the drug dealers in the parking lot or the Mafia in the warehouse.
A beautiful city filled with love and life,
You could believe that.
Yes, continue to believe in your false reality filled with good
And I shall paint it all BLACK.
To show you my reality with my paint brush
Why they'll all turn black like my heart.
I'll watch everyone walk by dressed in "summer" clothes
While you all turn your heads I'll watch my darkness go.
BLACK, BLACK, black I want to see it all painted.
The Sun will be blotted out of the sky and you'll see us all.
You'll see the dark side of your meaningless dream.
The little Lolita with a bunny and a chainsaw,
The story of Forgotten Alice that was never told,
The sadistic assassin girl,
And me holding a black brush ready to paint you.
Or maybe I'll have a Ni
Prioritities"Learn, child, learn!"Prioritities10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
"Speak, move your mouth and talk."
"Good now here, a pencil, write child, write!"
"Drag the graphite across the paper. A-B-C, to be or not to be."
"Good, now count child, count!"
"1+1=2, 2+2=4, 5X5=25, and c=πr²."
"Good, now with that head hung over your papers, think child, think!"
"Decide you career, your future, the remainder of your life."
"Good, now train child, train!"
"Take your earnings, spend it on courses and lessons."
"Good, now work child, work!"
"Hours upon days upon years"
"Good, now die child, die"
"Leave behind your unfinished desires for others....."
ReaderReader11 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
I am the reader,
The reader for the queen,
entertain her with books she desires,
my choice of selection,
I am devoted to my mistress,
and I will not give up under any circumstances,
yet, there's something between us,
I sat next to the queen one night,
with the fire gazing into her eyes,
made her shine like an amber stone,
my passion burned highly for her,
but all she talked about was- duchess Gabrielle,
her soft skin like a warm pillow,
her detailed eyes in the moonlight,
her smile of a thousand roses,
I closed my eyes, sigh-
I sat there, I just sat there-
1789 French Revolution, it was,
She asked me to exchange clothing with the duchess,
to promise the queen to ensure the safety of her lover,
she became the reader, I
I became the duchess, her,
my clothes were slowly stripped down by her servant,
I was standing there,
The queens eye was upon my naked breasts,
Lower, she went,
I turned my neck, ashamed