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.
SoulmatesSoulmatesSoulmates4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I see her face when my eyes are closed
She lives in my heart and I in hers
My dark-haired beauty, my soulmate
A lifetime of love; given, accepted
Cherished beyond measure
A love so deep it creates its own space
Where none other dare intrude
A love story for the ages
But some stories are never written
Never put to the pen
For others to marvel and sigh over
To shine through the future as beacons
Of the truth of love
She died before we met
These are the great love stories never written
Lives lived out in the sorrow of the soul
Do Not CryDo not stand at my grave and weep:Do Not Cry5 years ago in Emotional More Like This
I am not there. I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the softly fallen snow;
I am the gentle showers of rain.
I am the field of ripening grain.
I am in the morning hush,
I am in the grateful rush
Of beautiful birds in circling flight.
I am the starshine of the night.
I am in the flowers that bloom.
I am in a quiet room.
I am in the birds that sing.
I am in each lovely thing.
So do not stand at my grave and cry.
I am not there.
I did not die.
SMIH IntroSMIH Intro3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Seven Minutes In Heaven Intro!
"America, I don't want to go to your party."
"Oh come on!" He whined. "I invited everyone!"
I stopped short. "In that case I'm really not going. You know that some of the countries scare me!"
"Don't worry babe! I'll protect you cuz I"M THE HERO!"
I rolled my eyes, but realized that I wasn't gonna be able to sway him. "Fine." I muttered.
~~~Time Skip brought to you by FaceSpace! For when you want to push your problems at someone else who doesn't care!!!~~~
"This is getting BORING!" America had barely even let everyone get there before complaining. "WHO WANTS TO PLAY A GAME?!?!?" The room went completely silent. Even Sealand shut up. "I'll take that as a yes! Alright! We're gonna play seven minutes in heaven, so when the hat gets to you put something of your's in!" America passed around a hat and other countries, totally confused, did what he asked. "Okay! Now, when someone pulls your item from the hat you two get in my closet together-"
House-elf and cream of carottHouse-elf and cream of carott5 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...
APH The Greatest Heights 1APH The Greatest HeightsAPH The Greatest Heights 13 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
By: Stitches from TIC and Classifiedbatman
Pairing: NedDen + Christiania
Rating: PG 13, fluffy, maybe NC17
Part is taken from a drabble I wrote for someone ^^
"Neth... Hej! come on stop twitching damn it!" Denmark said rocking the newly born sleeping baby in his arms.
"H-how?" The Dutchman asked as he shakily grabbed a cigarette from his back pocket and attempted to light it.
"Stop that!" The Dane harshly whispered hitting the cigarette out of Netherlands' hands, "It's bad for the baby! plus, we're in a hospital!"
With a slight huff Netherlands picked up his bud and put it behind his ear, "What else do you want me to do! You gave birth to a fucking baby! you're a man! how the hell does that work?!"
"i already told you!" Denmark said rocking the baby a little more as he felt him become a little restless, "It was England's fault! He did some magic hocus pocus shiznit that involved both of us!"
A Love LetterDear Love,A Love Letter3 years ago in Emotional More Like This
Sometimes you wonder why I am just staring into your face and not speak a word. And I wouldn't know to explain it. When I look at you, I am thinking of how much I love you. Words can't even explain. I look at you and I can feel the love. It's insane how the distance is testing our patience and feelings towards each other. I know I can feel the pressure, sometimes stemming from my need for affection, other times, from how I wish I could be where you are right now and more reasons why I know that there is only one man in my mind and that is you.
All I want is to be loved and feel loved. I can feel it in my heart that you will be able to make me feel complete. It feels wonderful when you listen to me when I tell you how I am feeling. Some days, I just lose the track of time, just hearing your voice and seeing you smiling back at me. Every text that you send me gives me this rush of happiness, making me smile so much. I must've looked silly but you still think that I look
The Crackiest USUK Fanfic Ever WrittenThe Crackiest USUK Fanfic Ever Written3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
America stared blankly ahead with a confused and slightly disturbed look on his face. England had gone into one of his magical gay trances again.
"Good day, Sir Teletubby, would you like some tea? What's that, Flying Mint bunny? Would you like some too? Oh stop, you! It's my pleasure!"
Not only was he carrying a conversation with his imaginary friends, but he was also wearing a tiara…a pink miniskirt… and Tights. Surprisingly, America found it looked kind of… attractive on him… 'Wait a minute, what the hell was I just thinking?' America shook the thought out of his head abruptly, mumbling to himself.
"Anyways, just what are you doing, England?" He pondered.
"I'm having a tea party, you git." England glared, "Would you care to join us?"
"Erm… I think I'll pass…" America said, as he stared at the empty chairs. Clearly, England was out of his mind. He paused. "
Nekotalia GilbertxReaderNekotalia GilbertxReader3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
You were lying in the sun, warming your (h/c) fur. You heard some commotion in the near by yard. 'Master won't be mad at me if I'm the far...' you thought. You got up and stretched out, fixing you ears and collar. You jumped onto the rim of the fence and looked into the neighbor's yard. A white tom was teasing another cat. You mewed at them and both looked up at you.
"Why are you up there?" Asked the white tom.
"Well I heard something so I wanted to known what was going on..." You looked at his red orbs with your (e/c) ones.
You leaped down from to the fence and trotted to the cats. The other stared at you.
"Hey aren't you the Austrian's pet?" She asked.
"oh, Why do you ask?" You meowed.
"Well you look like one of those sophisticated cats that he would own..."
"Hey lay off!" The tom hissed.
"Well she needs to back to the fancy life and leave us toms alone!" he hissed back.
The white tom walked up to you and whispered in your soft ear.
"Come with me.. This is starting to get ugly.."
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 Cake4 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,
seasonsInanis, Lonely Goddess of Indulgence.seasons6 years ago in Spiritual & Occult More Like This
Season of everything.
Inanis, Lonely Goddess of Indulgence, could not stop thinking about a funeral procession she had once seen, a macabre parade accompanied by the strangest, most spine-chilling music, celebrating death. The image would not leave her. There had been dancing, and bizarre masks. The marchers themselves had been completely silent, and their silence had almost drowned out the music. But not entirely.
Inanis missed the beauty of it all. She inhaled the fumes from the fire, and looked out of the window, gazing deep into the depths of the universe. The stars were still moving further away from her.
"Come back," whispered Inanis, Lonely Goddess of Indulgence, and closed her eyes. There was nothing left to do but drink. The pastime was already starting to lose its charm, and not even half an eternity had gone by. Inanis decided to find someone to play dice with. She was terrible at dice, but she could afford to lose.