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.
The Grand List of Japanese...The Grand List of Japanese...12 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
NOTE: Sorry about the formating; this is the best I could do. There is NO OFFICIAL spelling for Romanjii.
The Grand List of
Japanese Word (Romanjii) - English Translation/Definition
Aibou - Partner (often in a loving sense)
Hikari - Light
Yami - Dark, Darkness
Mou hitori no boku - Literally: "My another of me"
Mou hitori no (name) - The other (name)
Kawaii - Cute
Konnichuwa - Hello
Ohiyo - Hello; more specifically, "good morning"
Daijoubu desu ka? - Are you all right? (formal)
Daijoubu? - You all right? (informal)
Daijoubu - I'm all right
Hai - Various meanings; mostly used as "yes"
Ne - Various meanings; mostly used to confirm something, or to draw someone's attention to something.
Oshii! - Delicious!
Itai! or Ichi! - Ouch
Mou hitori no oré - Literally: "My another of I"; a very loving way to refer to a person.
Nihongo o narau - Third lessonYoukoso!!Nihongo o narau - Third lesson4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Minna-san!! Konnichiwa!! How are you to day? I hope your fine!!
You remember what we have learnt last time? The "Janai" thing I told you that the negative form of "desu" is "janai" & both of them have a past form "Datta" & "janakatta" .
I told you also that the next lesson (This lesson) will be about the interrogative form but I changed my mind because it's too easy All what you have to do is to add the particle "ka" at the end of the sentence Like this:
"Anata wa Hiroto desu" . "You're Hiroto"
"Anata wa Hiroto desu ka?" .. "Are you Hiroto?"
So I decided to teach you something more useful & I guess you will like it!! How to say "I like something" & "I don't like something"!!
Ladies & gentlemen Today's lesson!!
Third lesson: Suki or
The Sweetest Thing"It's your move, Charles"The Sweetest Thing4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The sudden sound of Erik's deep voice jarred the telepath from his reverie. Hurriedly, Charles snapped his attention to the chessboard and tried to make it seem like he hadn't been day-dreaming at all. The fact that Charles had had a little bit to drink didn't help his mind stay sharp as it happened to be that alcohol actually caused the younger man's mind to stray into all sorts of interesting thoughts--sometimes not just his own, either. The trip his mind had just recently wandered on involved the dashing man sitting across from him who was not nearly as affected by the numerous glasses of scotch as he himself was. Quietly and with some difficulty, Charles contemplated his next move and managed to move his queen across the board without knocking over any of the other pieces. It was Erik's move now and Charles propped his elbow up on his crossed knee so he could rest his chin in his hand as he watched Erik's concentrated face. His face wasn't flushed pink and
Stitched LipsHer lips, soft like old paperStitched Lips4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
tastes of stardust and ink.
I'd kiss her a thousand times over,
just to savour the poetry resting
on her wasp tongue
but, I'm kissing ghosts
with empty eyes, void, naked,
and vulnerable like sleeping
gargoyles in the mid-day sun.
[ I'll love her quietly, close-mouthed
in the arms of stone angels. ]
The StudentThe Student3 years 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
The Moonfolk We will gather expectance in drops of lightThe Moonfolk6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
(thus it was said, "their eyes always were tearful")
And pick seashells to make necklaces,
So they too will witness Sun's daily defeat.
We will wait the fall of the last petal, beacon for our kin
(thus it was said, "their soul always was like the Elves' one")
And with its dying warmth rekindle we will, the passions
Of which the echo never gets completely lost.
We will bottle the cries of this era, with night's blessing on the skin
(thus it was said, "theirs was the last clan of the Moonfolk")
And save the dancing, we will leave it
To the elegant flames that so fast will come.
We will let desires burn out, with the pace of organic combustion
(thus it was said, "their hair always smelled of ashes")
And as spark-shaped butterflies, we will free them
Back in the beauty of the deep heavens.
We will steal the fallen angels' allure, make their hearts beat our t
Red Ribbon: Chapter 10Red Ribbon: Chapter 104 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
She stops, turning around to face Antonio, hugging him around his waist. She buries her head into his chest, breathing in the scent of his shirt, and sighs. He holds her close, kissing the top of her head, and she lifts her head, kissing his lips. He grabs the back of her legs and pulls her up. She wraps her legs around his waist, he holds her up, walking to the couch, and lays her down under him. She takes off his shirt, tossing it carelessly to the floor, gently gliding her hands across his back. He kisses her neck, and then her cheek, stopping to make eye contact. Her eyes, the only thing that can make him go soft, the only thing that can make him lose concentration.
He ran across deck, the English pirates shot at him, and luckily made it to a longboat. He cut the ropes off, and it made a splash in the cold, salty water. He jumped down into the vessel, carefully making sure that his axe made no hole in the bottom. He tucked the dress into the extra pocket inside his coat, and star
An Awful Lot of RunningEven through all of the running, he still held her hand.An Awful Lot of Running4 years ago in Sketches More Like This
Rule 408: Time is not the boss of you.
All his people, under all of the different perfumes, had that same smell of cinnamon. She smelled like cinnamon and human, a strange mix of the exotic and the mundane. Because humans did smell mundane (all a bit domestic), although the very clever ones sometimes took him by surprise by smelling a bit bright. Splashes of color against a gray walled room.
River had always smelled colorful, and when he had first met her he had simply assumed that she was just very, very clever. But not too clevershe was an archaeologist, after all. He laughed at archaeologists; they always got things wrong.
Wrong. She had him all wrong this time round. Back to front. He can see now how it must have been for herhow utterly stupid he had been. Stupid and rude and not ginger. In this new body he was a bit less rude, but still very stupid. It was only now, as she hated him, that he realized just how stu
RainShe was bloated, swollen in herRain4 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Own melancholy moisture
Threadbare at her contours
Unravelled into gray woolen
Strings, too loose for her skin
And they drained off her shoulders
To pool in a waxy heap by her
She was rounded by opaque
Moons, liquid apricity. The life
In her womb churned, awakening
From quiescence. Her being
Shuddered from the maelstrom within
And in a great wailing cry of woe
Her waters burst in a ferocious
She roiled under each contraction
As unearthly poetry thundered from her
Throat, emblazoned with lightning. Her
Child is birthed, swaddled in her failing
Body, decrescendo heartbeat.
And as the babe breathed, the wind
Abandoned her shallow lungs,
litte brother..litte brother..9 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
dont you see?
cant you see me lose my sanity?
see the corpses hit the ground,
you had no warning,
not an alarm or sound.
but now you see,
you are mine,
you just belong to me.
this is wrong,
thats what they say.
but then again,they all died today.
they can't seperate us little brother,
i love you now,
and one day we'll love eachother.
The Ryuugen SlaveThe Ryuugen Slave3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
A young boy at the approximate age of ten swore as he clawed at a pair of hands hands that were clasped firmly around his slender neck. "Please!" He begged voice feeble "let go of me!" His voice was pleading; desperate even, for he was short of breath and his vision was growing blurry. He felt tears dripping down his cheeks; his strength lacking with every passing moment. Suddenly though, he fell to the floor air rushing into his lungs as he let out a mighty gasp.
He stared up into his attacker's venomous eyes, his chest heaving and he felt fear course through his veins. He wanted to say something, but he was far too afraid to do so, and besides, whenever he opened is mouth nothing would come out. "What a naughty little boy you are, Xiao Long " the silver-haired child shivered at the sound of the man's sadistic-sounding voice; a voice laced with venom and disdain "You're lucky I didn't decide to punish you any more~ No, you're l
The Ramblings of a Frozen SoulIt is coldThe Ramblings of a Frozen Soul2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
My fingertips are the most repulsive shade of blue
And my feet linger within the vile chambers of my stomach
Desperation led to this
Fueled by madness
I would be walking out of the cave...
...Had I had the limbs to carry me there
It is cold
Too cold to even scream
But you know...
I do still miss her
The girl who used to be the thing known as my love
Or at least I miss the part of her that was... "alive"
She's still with me
I talk to her frequently
I remember just recently I asked if she'd marry me
She's still thinking about it
Within the chamber that she is suspended in
Sometimes, I wonder if maybe she can't see me
Sometimes I wonder if,
Even though her eyes are open,
She can't see through what's supposed to be a two-way window
Sometimes I think I'm talking through a one-way window
...I really hope I'm not.
Even though she's encased behind the ice
Even though I've lost all feeling
I still "feel" warm when I'm with her
Damn you northern winds
love always, your mommy.dear littlest one,love always, your mommy.6 years ago in Emotional More Like This
i hope my words reach your tiny beating heart
because i'll never get to know your face,
to feel your fingers and toes,
or whisper in your ear.
but a heart is all you need to hear me.
so, i'm going to talk,
..and i know that you'll listen.
it was a snowy Christmas evening when something more than holiday spirit permeated my veins.
a warm rush and dizzying tingle came over me.
like moon dust sprinkled above me,
a cool shimmer dusted over my eyes;
Perfectly Sinner sc.4Perfectly Sinner sc.43 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
A few hours felt like minutes when Kruger was asleep. The air become colder and the rain now turned into cold ice flakes. Snow covered their house's yard now, and from the wind, it looked like a blizzard was coming although this was the first snow in this year.
Kruger was woken up by the sound of swaying branches hitting the window, making a screeching noise. As he gathered his consciousness, he forced himself to get up out of bed and at to take a drink as his throat felt dry.
After taking just a few steps down the stairs, he smelt hot coffee coming from the porch. Ash, of course, was enjoying the blizzard outside the window in their porch. The porch had very large windows which faced west, and during the sunny days, there would be a special view of the sunset in Peconic Bay and Robins Island every evening. Although this time, as far as the eye could see, there was only dark and snowflakes racing as they fell.
A small cigarette hangs between Ash's long fingers. Thin smoke rises
Erase Just a Few Lines - PLProfessor Layton was having a rather ordinary day at Gressenheller University, his teaching day was through, but his work was far from done. The many, many papers from his surprisingly eager students needed to be graded, and he did not wish for anyone else to grade them for him. Some days, he would spend nearly the whole night doing this routine; a few times, falling asleep at his desk. But today, there was no stress. He was relaxed, grading the papers without really a care, even writing small notes to the students on some of the papers. He smiled.Erase Just a Few Lines - PL5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Suddenly, there was a small knock at his door. The Professor glanced at the clock, and thought it to be a bit odd for anybody to still be here at this hour. It was nearly six-thirty, all of the students should have left by now for their supper. He got up after this hesitation, and opened the door.
It was none other than one of his co-workers, Emmy Altava.
BIRDIf I regret anything, it is the reticence of birds--BIRD5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
my reticence, the uncertainty of the word "today,"
which rusts like the flute before Judith one.
If there is a time to undress, it is now,
but my thoughts close in on me, like a tunnel,
and I lose sight of everything except the wind.
Beneath it all, my hollow bones
are icy blue, each joy expunged--
I feel it keenly, here, and there.
Light at the End of the TunnelThere's always light at the end of the tunnel.Light at the End of the Tunnel5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Keep running through
foot after foot
leaving tracks of success behind in the sand.
"Carry the fire."
There will always be light in our hearts.
And even if there is none at the end of the long tunnel,
Hold up a torch
Lit by me and you;
With the power of our support
We can create new light
Until we find the light at the end of the tunnel.
"HOPELESS WORLD, FULL OF SHADOWS, TODAY I DIE"
Engorged into our souls and minds alike
Rewrite it like she did
Show your power.
Show your rebirth.
Life will go on.
I want to become the windI want to become the windI want to become the wind3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I want to rush through you
kissing the corners of your eyes and tugging your hair
disappearing without a word
I want to become the strike of nine
I want to cry out for you
singing mournfully into the ignorant night
laying my hands on the heads of the weary
I want to become the wind
I want to move you
pushing you forward until your steps become easy
then I'll disappear without a word
Enderlox series pt 1-24 basicly a bookEnderloxEnderlox series pt 1-24 basicly a book3 years ago in Horror More Like This
Deadlox back from the dead
To have his revenge
Killed by the squids
Cursed by the dragons
No where to hide
He will find you
But thats no reason to threat
He`s a nightmare now
So buckle down and get set
Will haunt you till the end
So grab your butter
and get ready
Chapter One The return
3 months after Deadlox`s death
`S..Sky are y..you sure t..this is safe?`stumbeld Jason as he and Sky were walking in a dark mantion at night.
`It will be fine Jason`replided Sky as he lead the way and stops at a door.`whats this?`he said as he put handel on the door knob.
`DONT OPEN IT!`screamed Jason`WHO KNOWS WHATS BEHIND THERE!`
Sky took his hand off`Your right let`s leave im geting started`
As they were about to open the door out they see that it`s locked
`I..it`s locked w..what are we g..gona d..do?`tremeled Jason
`JASON GET A HOLD OF YOUR SELF`yelled Sky as he slaped Jason`s face repetedly.
`OW OW I GET IT`said Jason
Sky stoped slaping Jason and starts to look ar
Life is but a DreamWe are just unnourished frail bodies,Life is but a Dream3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
overfed with white lies and short-lived-euphorias.
Books filled with black letters,
etching lurid images into our utmost dreams.
Veering us from the big picture...
the one we fail to paint ourselves.
Our fists much too busy with fights,
that we are bound to lose.
Too occupied in line waiting,
for creativity to be let loose like a stray dog.
As if we will find home in this pursuit of happiness...
but we only enclose each other in small rooms
with nothing but old laptops.
How many times I've guessed which letter could it be...
Which letter could it be?
To free us from havoc-stricken-thoughts?
They come and go, unending like 24 hour subway stations.
There's no break for this lonely man,
heaving every breathe of stale air
into my overused lungs...
Living in confined walls of flesh
held up with brittle paper-mache bones.
Which day is it that I will burst out from this cage of a life?
And hover with the Gods found in carefully binded bo