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.
Recipe: Zucchini-Pesto Pasta SauceRecipe: Zucchini-Pesto Pasta Sauce3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Me again. Yeah, I know what you're thinking: Does this guy do anything that's not pasta related? I'll get to that, keep your pants on. Or don't. You and you - yeah, the brunette chick - you can take 'em off. I'll wait.
You will need:
~4 to 6 small, fresh zucchinis. The little ones are best, and a mix of yellow and green looks nicer than all one or the other.
~1 jar basil pesto
~1 cup chopped walnuts
~1 large onion
~At least 4 cloves of garlic
~1 cup grated parmesan cheese
Cut the ends off the squash, slice them in half the long way, then cut each half into 1/2-inch thick half-medallions. Chop and sautee your onions in the oil, like always. Dice and sautee the garlic once the onions turn translucent and soft. When the garlic is lightly browned toss in the zucchini, and sautee that until it starts to get tender. You don't want it to let it go too long, or it gets watery and gross. This is the reason you Americans hate vegetables with such a fiery passion - none of you know how
FLAVOR KICKER CAKEFLAVOR KICKER CAKE3 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
MAKE A DELICIOUS FLAVOR KICKIN CAKE TO SHARE WITH ALL YOUR NIFTY FRIENDS!
JUST FOLLOW THESE EASY STEPS BELOW, TO MAKE THE TASTIEST DESSERT YOU AND YOUR CHILDREN WILL COME TO LOVE.
4 tablespoons flour (cake flour)
4 tablespoons sugar
2 tablespoons POWDERED SUGAR, any kind
1/8 teaspoon baking powder (a pinch!)
1/8 teaspoon salt (a pinch!!)
1 egg, beaten
3 tablespoons milk
3 tablespoons oil
2 -3 drops vanilla (optional)
In a small bowl, mix the the dry ingredients together and stir well. (Or mix into the mug directly)
Add egg and mix into dry mixture.
Add oil and milk and mix well.
Grease a tall, large mug, and pour in this mixture, scraping out with a spatula.
Place in microwave on High for 3 1/2 - 4 minutes.
The official desert of bronies... Brownies!The official desert of bronies... Brownies!3 years ago in Humor More Like This
You guys might not know it but ima bit of a foodie.
I don't necessarily love eating food as much as I like cooking it.
So i was wondering. what should the official desert of the Bronie be?
7 OUNCES A Chocolate BAR
4 TABLESPOONS OF butter
1 TABLESPOON cocopowder
8 TABLESPOONS flour
1 pinch salt
1 CUP sugar
few drops vanilla EXTRACT
1 cup walnuts
Take a bowl add butter and chocolate heat on double boil method or microwave as shown in the video. After melting butter, chocolate add vanilla essence mix well. In another bowl break eggsadd sugar and beatwell to this mixture add butter chocolate, vanilla mixture and fold the mixture Now add flour, coco powder, walnuts and fold the mixture again. Take a baking tray grease it then pour the mixture evenly and bake at 350 degrees
There Goes (That Feeling Again)It happens in a blinkThere Goes (That Feeling Again)3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
sending your mind
into a deep abyss.
It's the feeling that eats at you,
slow and deep; painful and empty.
I'm feeling that feeling again
and it's bringing me down,
deeper and lower.
Will I ever come out?
There goes that feeling again
and its bring me down quick.
I'm trying to find the strength to surface
but I'm being eaten alive.
As your heart pounds through your skin
the rush of blood
causes explosions everywhere.
I feared it would end this way.
I'm losing this game.
When I open my eyes
will I be living?
Hard WorkBe yourself they said.Hard Work3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Through truth you'll get anywhere.
You're perfect the way you are they said.
You're something beautiful to share.
I remember hearing this all the time,
recollecting those words as I write this rhyme.
There was one thing that they forgot to say
which is what my mantra is here and today.
Though you may be you and the best to believe
you still need to work to be beneficial
in the lives of others and yours to achieve
anything that will not be something superficial.
People forgot to say that work is needed.
Not the normal amount that keeps you in the gray,
but mind wrenching, sweat creating, limit exceeded.
To stand out and pave your way in life today.
It's the type of work that will make you shine,
to help you stand out and remain unforgettable.
The type of work that's so difficult to define.
The kind makes those gone feel their absence regrettable.
Average work that makes you blend in with others
that gives one average recognition and reward
is the kind that I don't
The Avengers - Out of my comfort zone - Day 1The Avengers - Out of my comfort zone - Day 13 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The day has come. Steve and Tony were in Tony's limo, Tony already pouting as Steve didn't let him drive in one of his cars and they needed a chauffeur, and Tony firmly declined taking other means of transportation besides his cars or his suit. Steve mocked him at the suit comment, reminding him that he won't be able to take off his suit later on. And then he proposed to take them on their bike and it was Tony's turn to mock him, telling him that they won't be able to take their baggages that way. And Tony didn't travel light. Steve had to fight the urge to look through his lovers baggages to find out if he wasn't smuggling any forbidden devices, breaking the rules of their bet, making Steve a winner. But he trusted Tony. And now Steve gently put his hand on Tony's knee, giving it a loving squeeze.
"I still don't know why I was not allowed to take my car," he grumbled.
"Tony, I told you that there is no parking there."
"We could leave it on an attendant parking."
"For a whole
My Writer's SoulI've lost my soul,My Writer's Soul3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
My writer's soul,
And I don't know where it went.
I've lost my soul,
I've lost control,
Inspiration been long since spent.
Inspiration it came,
And then it went,
Oh please, oh please, come back!
One minute, it's here!
Next I fear,
That my soul will never come back.
Shadow of IsraphelOne swing of his sword, or one arrow from his bow, He’ll make you suffer, wherever you go…Shadow of Israphel3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
He will destroy pure hearts and make them black with hatred, pain, and suffering…
And try to destroy those who are threats to his plans while they are young…
Ruler of the Nether, Demon of the Sands…
Anything he touches dies by his hands….
Saying his name sends icy chills down your spine….
And gives you nightmares for nights and days at a time…
Skin so pale it’s almost white, and eyes that are flames, yet give no warmth, only cold…..
One look and you’ll never forget….
The pale-faced demon that’s trying to succeed…..
To suffocate the world in a blanket of sand….
And destroy the ones who are destined….
To bring light out of his dark shadows…
And rebuild the world from the small town of Terrorvale…
To the heights of Mistral City….
And make the world pure again, free f
An Asgardian Promise Fear. Heart pounding, adrenaline rushing, pulse thrumming, limbs quivering fear.An Asgardian Promise3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Loki didn't know what he was running from, he didn't know why he was running, all he knew was that he was running, and he was afraid. Something was after him, something dangerous, something that was going to kill him. And he didn't know what it was.
He was alone, terrified, and helpless. He was so helpless.
Loki sat up, his shrill scream splitting the silence as Thor's arms enveloped him.
"Loki, calm yourself!" Thor's arms tightened around his brother as Loki emitted another scream, this one muffled by Thor's muscular shoulder. Thor could feel his brother's tears against his bare skin, not comprehending Loki'
You Have No Power Over MeYou Have No Power Over MeYou Have No Power Over Me2 years ago in Romance More Like This
Summary: Tony decides to embarrass Darcy in front of her new boyfriend at movie night. Early Tasertricks. Redeemed Loki.
“Hey, Bruce. I brought that paperwork you asked for. I don’t see why it’s so important you had to have me deliver it in person,” Darcy said as she handed Bruce a thick file.
“I didn’t ask for it,” Bruce said.
“Then who… Tony,” Darcy said, “Where is he?”
“It’s movie night. I’ll join you. I want to see what he is going to do to you,” Bruce said.
“Oh, this is going to hurt,” Darcy said.
“Ah! Darcy, it is wonderful to see you this evening!” Thor said as he pulled out a bag of popcorn from the microwave.
“Where’s the brat?” Darcy asked.
“Who?” Steve asked.
“The two year-old with the facial hair,” Darcy said.
“Hey, Darcy,” Tony said popping his head around the c
The Avengers - Hidden talents - SteveThe Avengers - Hidden talents - Steve3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Tony shifted in his sleep uncomfortably. A beam of sunlight was flashing directly on his face. He lazily opened his eyes. The blinds were up. It must have been Steve. He turned around on the bed, facing the side of the bed where the blonde usually slept. Yep, he was gone. He hear a low sound of rushing water coming from the bathroom.
Tony placed his hand on the creased sheets, sliding it up and down as looking for a familiar shape. He grunted, shutting his eyes. He was still sleepy. As his hand slid up he felt something under his fingers. He half-opened one of his eyes. He was looking at a blue covered notebook. Tony sat up, crossing his legs, one hand holding the rectangular object, other one scratching the back of his head. He lift up the notebook to his eyes, as examining it. It wasn't his.
"Heey, Steeve..." he drawled the words, his voice still raspy from sleep.
Tony heard the bathroom door open. Steve took a step out of the room, wiping his face with a towel. He was freshly shaved
John Watson's BlogSo here we are again.John Watson's Blog3 years ago in Drama More Like This
By John Watson
Wow, it's been a while since I've been on here, right? A little over three years,
of torture and endless pain and longingto be exact. I almost forgot what it's like to blog. Haha.
Where do I start? I really don't want to sound rude and say things along the childish lines of, 'I told you so', but
I told you so. I told you Sherlock wasn't a fake and I was right. He is the most amazas you can clearly see, Sherlock was not a fake as everyone was told to believe. After all this time, Sherlock has proven to us all that he is, in fact, the genius we all saw him as. How he managed to rip out my heart and leave me torn and broken and alone for three fucking years like I was nothingto make his 'suicide' seem real is still unknown. He has not yet informed anyone of how he planned this all out. I have asked him, actually, but he seemed insistent on keeping it a secret for a while longer. Hopeful
Numb "I'm sorry, Mr. Stark," the cop's voice was sympathetic, but hollow. The horror of what he had just seen-the mutilated bodies of the child and the man, the remains of the car- were right behind his eyelids, threatening to burst forth from the walls of his memory every time he so much as blinked. "I really am."Numb3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"It-it's not your fault," Tony's voice was weak, nonexistent. He couldn't think. He couldn't breathe. Everything he knew-everything he loved-was gone. Just like that. "It was-I excuse me." Tony turned around, walking back into Stark Tower and closing the door in the cop's face.
Some things never change here we go again
Feel like I'm losing my mind
Shake it up, let it go, I don't care anymore
Dinner For Your Beloved6:26Dinner For Your Beloved2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Sesame Chicken from Golden Lotus for dinner.
You know some people use "please" when making a request.
It wasn't a request.
That's across London, Sherlock!
John, I haven't eaten for three days.
And whose fault is that?
The murderer. Keep up.
Oh, you solved it, then?
No, John, I have the name of the murderer but I haven't solved the case.
Alright, no need to get sarcastic.
There is every need. You won't get Chinese.
I'll get you Chinese, just not from Golden Lotus. There's the cafe right near the flat.
Their Sesame Chicken is too dry. And they drench their fried rice in soy sauce.
Then order something else! Or we could
Hard Day's Night It’s been a hard day’s nightHard Day's Night2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
John dragged his feet up the stairs. He’d been called into A&E because of a huge fire that had broken out near Westminster, and because of the sheer number of casualties he’d been forced to work nigh on six hours after he’d already worked a 12-hour day at the hospital.
And I’ve been working like a dog
It wasn’t that John particularly minded working at the hospital, but he wished he’d had more than just two hours between times. He was sure that after all that time, Sherlock would’ve had something else explode in the microwave and he’d have to clean that up as well.
It’s been a hard day’s night
John finally reached the top of the staircase and stumbled into the living room to find Sherlock sitting on the sofa with a plate of toast, watching the news on the telly. Without looking up, Sherlock asked, “So how was it?” John
The Avengers - Smile!The Avengers - Smile!3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
disclaimer - idea taken from a Stony tumblr click - blowing raspberries and tickling, FLUFF!
"Babe, wake up."
Tony groaned in response, breathing deeply. He was lying in bed entangled in covers. Somehow he knew it was still too early for him to wake up.
"Tony, wake up."
Steve slipped under the covers, getting closer to Tony until he could drape himself over the smaller man.
"Hey, wake up, you promised that we are going out today," he said, kissing Tony's temple. Tony groaned again.
"Later," he grunted.
"Now, you knew that we are going out and you were not supposed to work till morning, it's the last day of the exhibition, wake up," Steve gave him a last kiss on his temple and got up, pulling the covers to Tony's waist. He shuddered at the sudden cold and pulled them up again. Steve looked impatiently at him. He didn't intend to get up. He sat again on the bed, pulled the covers down and planted a wet
Not without you, SherlockJohn walked down Baker Street to the flat. His head was hung, his gaze not focusing on what was in front of him, but more so on what was on the pavement. Everything around him seemed to just be a blur; as always. Everything was a blur now; and he was just there. He had no point to existence. He hated every day that he woke up, and paced through the lonely flat.Not without you, Sherlock3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
He left everything as it was before Sherlock died, and it killed him on the inside. But it would also kill him on the inside if he moved it. He didn't want to forget. He would always remember Sherlock; forever. He was the best man he ever knew. He was the best friend he ever had.
Sherlock would check up on John as often as possible. But there was no blue scarf, or wool coat. There was no tailored suit. He had dyed his dark curls a caramel blonde, and had let his facial hair grow to a thick stubble. He wore brown contact lenses to hide his recognisable eyes, and topped off his disguise with a golfer hat. There was no way anyone
The Longest Walk HomeCastiel watched the man with perplexed contemplation. In spite of all they had said or done to each other, all the trappings of life that had brought Dean to him in the land of monster souls the hunter still wanted Castiel by his side. It was a curiosity of the human condition, and Dean's temperament in particular, that hatred passed into forgiveness and back full circle to passionate care.The Longest Walk Home3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
His face was worn bloody with cuts and etchings of sleepless months bore dark hollows around his eyes. Lines that couldn't hide the sincerity behind his need folded into the worn smile Castiel had grown to love.
I need you, I'm not leaving without you, I fought my way to get to you and I'm taking us home
Castiel could feel the sincerity in his sentiment though he doubted Dean himself noticed the truth behind his words. Castiel would not leave this place of that much he was sure. He would repent for all the terror and pain he'd caused, however Dean was and would always play a part in his peni
BBC Sherlock: Twinkle, twinkle little starSherlock was hunched over his microscope, observing intently strands of hair sandwiched between panes of glass, when the silence that blissfully permeated the flat was broken by the sound of footsteps coming from downstairs. The detective pricked up his ears. Obviously, the commotion was made by John, who else? Sherlock wouldn't be himself though if at this point he didn't try to deduce his lover's state of mind. He always knew beforehand how John felt. And today John seemed happy. Excited, possibly. That was... odd. Normally, after a full day at work John was dead on his feet and barely able to crawl up the stairs. What happened? Sherlock was mildly intrigued, but his face remained expressionless. He had to maintain his image.BBC Sherlock: Twinkle, twinkle little star3 years ago in Romance More Like This
John quickly ran up the stairs, jumping two steps at the time, his smile radiating throughout the whole apartment.
"Sherlock!" He shouted in an upbeat tone the moment he placed his foot in the living room.
"I'm in the kitchen." Sherlock was absolutely unfazed.
i don't hear a sound :: Stonyi don't hear a sound :: Stonyi don't hear a sound :: Stony3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Learning how to dance with Tony was, to put it bluntly, something of an adventure. The extent of Tony's dance skills was swaying on the spot in vague time with the music. And then he got irritated - which Steve thought was cute since it was more exasperated irritation than actual irritation - and his face would scrunch up in a rather adorable little frown.
It was a learning process for the both of them. Tony pulled up all sorts of videos and technical schematics (most of which he probably had devised himself) and tackled it like any problem to be solved.
Natasha caught them at it, rolled her eyes, and gently elbowed Tony in the side, taking up his position, "It's like this, Stark. Watch carefully. Captain, you lead, I'll follow. We'll keep things simple."
"Oh, uh, right."
Steve took a couple of steps forward, remembering the basics that he'd picked up from the videos Tony had showed him. Despite his halting movements, Natasha was all grace and fluid
Street ArtWalking on the grit and grime of the city streets sometimes seems so impure, he thought.Street Art3 years ago in Drama More Like This
But then again, I hardly count as the driven snow anymore.
The street lamps of London flickered and buzzed inconsistently as he walked the deserted streets. The mist was heavy and oppressing, more like a drizzle then a fog, and it coated everything, including him, and soaked him right through to the bone. Such inclement weather rendered the sidewalk void of life, everyone with an ounce of sense taking shelter from the dingy, morbid night.
This was perfect.
He shrugged up his shoulders, trying to inch his coat collar nearer to his face. His gloved hands were shoved into deep pockets, a small book bag slung over his shoulder. His feet made wet, crunchy noises as they marched resolutely over the worn concrete.
A car passed, its headlights made blurry from the thick fog. He turned his face away from the over-bearing glare, trying to shield his face, trying to shield his sanity.
LateLate: Loki/Steve One-ShotLate3 years ago in Drama More Like This
Steve ran as fast as his legs could bear. Faster than the average human, of course, but still not fast enough. Not for him. Not for Loki. He had called Steve an hour before but he missed it. He somehow missed the obnoxious tone of his Stark-issued cellphone and he never regretted anything more.
The message Loki left was simple. An address and the words "come quickly". In most situations, that wouldn't cause the hard, sinking pit in his gut that currently weighed down on him. They'd known each other, been with each other long enough that Steve knew every nuance of Loki. He could hear the subtle difference in his tone when he left that message. It wasn't as calm as it was made to sound. Steve could hear the fear once he scraped the top layer away and that fear infected him with the ferocity of a rabid, single-minded animal.
The streets and people around him were a blur. They melted together in a sea of colors like a child's painting. He only thought of the addre
BBC Sherlock: Learn to be LonelyJohn wasn't woken up by the suspicious crack of the floorboards, a sudden and inexplicable draught, nor by bright light attacking his pupils. No, the sensation was far more subtle. A certain feeling of absence. The gnawing coldness. The emptiness around him. John slowly opened his eyelids and noticed what was wrong. The other side of the bed was vacant. John's eyes wandered across the room and stopped at the slim silhouette bathed in the moonlight, which only highlighted the paleness of the naked skin. Sherlock was standing by the window and looking out at the quiet and empty street below. He was looking, but not really seeing. His eyes were awash with deep sadness, something John had never observed before.BBC Sherlock: Learn to be Lonely3 years ago in Romance More Like This
"What's wrong, Sherlock?" John asked with worry.
Sherlock flinched a little, not being aware that John had been watching him. His facial expression changed instantly as if he put a joyful mask on.
"Nothing, John. I'm sorry if I woke you up." Sherlock apologised, twisting his lips in