How to make yakitori chickenHow to make yakitori chicken3 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.
How to make Mitarashi dangoHow to make Mitarashi dango3 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.
Taken .:Chapter 3:.Taken .:Chapter 3:.4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
We pulled up to an old two-story house; the white paint was chipping off, two windows showing in the front, a wooden door, and a small awning. Around it were two big oak trees on either side of the house, a small garden, grass, and a curving stone walkway. There was a long driveway leading down to a small garage. As soon as the car was stopped, I quickly hopped out of my mother's grey Toyota Camry, and rushed up the walkway to the door. "knock-knock-knockknock-knock-ding-dong!" The last note of the bell rang out, and then the sound of locks turning was heard. Brenan stood in the doorway, "Sammy!" He squealed wrapping me in a tight hug. "Bren Bren!" I said in the same tone as him, returning the hug. My mother's heals clicked annoyingly against the walkway, sounding her approach. "Hi I'm Samantha's mom. Is your father home?" Her fake smile, an enthusiasm, made my stomach curl up. "Yeah, let me go get him. You can come in if you like. Oh and Sammy?" He asked, looking me. "Yes Bren?" I res
48: Rose "Doctor?" I called blindly into the TARDIS. I had just been in the library, looking for a good read, and I had came across a really dusty old book with the title worn off the side. When I picked it up to see if the title on the front was visible, and a picture fell out. The picture was of a very pretty girl with dirty blond hair and brown eyes. Ordinary enough, unless you know the Doctor. You see, in all the time I've known the Doctor, he's never carried, or owned, a picture. Not of anyone.48: Rose4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Yeah, in here Emily!" I heard from somewhere to the left, so I started walking blindly in that general direction. I found the Doctor sitting in a fairly small room with four offwhite chairs and a wooden coffee table. I sat down in the chair closest to the Doctor, who was working on some sort of circuit or something. "Did you need something?" He asked, not looking up from wha
White wings"Baaaaaarn!"White wings4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
A tall angel turned his head at the many calls for his name. He wore a simple light blue shirt and white jeans, but no shoes, and had long light brown hair, which was pulled back into a ponytail, save a few strands. His eyes were bluish green, and full of humor as the small group of angels bounced on the clouds toward him.
There were five, all of them at the age of ten, and all of them happy and winged.
In front was a girl with reddish hair which was pulled into loose pigtails. Her wings were bright red, green, yellow and blue, quite alike a scarlet macaw's. This was where she had gotten her name, Scarlet.
Behind her was a boy with fluffy light brown hair. His wings, where there were supposed to be feathers, there was soft, cool grey fur with black circles like a snow leopard's. His ears were fluffy leopard ears, too, and his name was Snow.
Running alongside each other was two blonds that were completely identical, aside from their wings. One had black, white, and br
Character Development Sheet 01This is a character development sheet. It's used to help think outside the box for character creation. When making a character you want the character to be as real to your audience as the character is to you.Character Development Sheet 015 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
To use this character development sheet, save it on your computer, but leave the author information for the sheet at the bottom. You might need it to find my website to see if I have anything new for you to use. Fill it out for each main character you write about. Then save the filled out sheets in a folder so you can refer to them as needed.
Not all of the information you'll put in the development sheet will be known to your audience, this is just to help you see the character as a real person so you'll understand better how the character would actually react in the situations you throw at them. This way you won't force a character to make a decision that isn't really them.
If the character doesn't seem the type to make the decision you want them to make for the story line, you m
The OwlThe lights flickered and flashed in the evening sun as the sounds of music and children shouting rippled through the air. A late Autumn breeze blew down from the hills, blowing scraps of paper, fallen leaves and skirts of women about their knees. The smell of popcorn, corn dogs, and spun sugar drifted with the wind reaching noses and rumbling the tummies of young and old alike. The crank of machinery and the growl of motor's mingled with the music as the fun park rides twirled and swung the revelers with glee.The Owl5 years ago in Science Fiction More Like This
Unnoticed by the crowd, a tall man and a young woman strolled arm and arm, smiles on their faces, lightness in their footsteps as if they had not a care in the world. A hat sat lightly upon his head, curls sticking every which way from the bottom. He was dressed warmly for the evening, long tweed coat, a scarf looped around neck, lightly dragging the ground as they walked. She reached out and grabbed one end of the scarf wrapping it around her own neck for a moment, laughing, bef
Adventures in Equestria Ep. 9Adventures in Equestria Ep. 93 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
*It was early morning in the vast farmlands of Equestria. By the side of a dirt road was a large yellow tent sitting next to Nikola's Automobile. Inside the tent, Lian was still fast asleep in her sleeping bag with her pet red panda Lili sleeping on top of her. Suddenly, a strange high pitched buzzing noise stirred them both from their sleep*
Lian: Hmm, what is that? *looks over to see that Nikola's sleeping bag is empty* What are you doing this early?
*Nikola was outside monitoring a device on the ground that seemed to be filled with water. On one side of the device, a small pipe gave out a high pitch whistle. On the other side was a hose that snaked its way onto a large canister. The gage on the canister was reading it was almost full*
Nikola: Just about done here, Einstein. A few more seconds and we'll have enough Hydrogen to make it to the Ibex Empire.
*Einstein, Nikola's guinea pig, simply rolled past him in his plastic ball*
Lian: *steps out of the tent and lets out a
The Wailing: TeaserPart I: The SirensThe Wailing: Teaser2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The sound of the sirens is what has stayed with me. I remember the explosions, the engines of the Messerschmitts, the screams of men trapped beneath the rubble. Of course I do. But it is the wail of the sirens that yet haunts my dreams, settles that same cold sickness in my gut, that same cold slickness on my palms. It is the banshee shriek of coming death.
The night was cold and clear when that sound prickled along my arms like so many icy fingers reaching out from behind the drapes.
Rowan stilled her hands at the typewriter and ripped the sheet from the machine, lest some unscrupulous eye should take advantage of her temporary absence. She snatched up a grey cardigan, a torch, and the requisite gas mask, and had nearly gotten to the door before she turned back to look at me. Her dark eyes were as empty as ever.
‘Are you coming?’ she asked as she stuck one arm into a cardigan sleeve.
‘I’ll follow later,’ I said. ‘
The Owl and The DoveOne day two birds soared in the skyThe Owl and The Dove4 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
They stopped to notice the bird flying by...
One bird was Romeo,
One bird was Juliet.
Then they stopped to chat with the bird that they just met...
"Oh Juliet, Juliet" he said.
"Oh Romeo, Romeo" she said,
"We've never met, we've never met..."
"But yet, but yet..."
"You're the most beautiful creature I've ever met,
You shine brighter than the stars.
Fly with me, we can fly far!"
Your smile is one most worth while...
I'll fly with you,
'Cause there's nothing in the world that I'd rather do."
Romeo was an owl and
Juliet was a dove...
Sing a song
DreamsDreams2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I close my eyes
in darkness deep,
awaiting the embrace of sleep.
my last escape
from a world of lies
and foes wearing a friend's disguise.
and as I fall into sleep's hands,
submit myself to her commands,
does she let my mind fall still
and empties it, for dreams to fill.
this is how a heart breaks.this is how a heart makes.this is how a heart breaks.4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
first promises, first dreams.
it was a dream in summer.
"let's ride this one next!" letter grabbed char and pulled her along.
They enjoyed the ride,
but for emotions felt, not reasons thought.
days pass by. so do phone calls.
char is nervous.
"But I still have one more question on my mind "
letter laughs. "Yes, yes, of course."
it was their song:
char was the worm,
letter the bird.
and it was plain to see:
we were meant to be.
weeks, months go by. so do kisses and flying
char really believed.
(we all have to some day.
but nothing lasts forever.)
"What the hell are you doing?" words cut like knives.
in the mall: letters kiss one another.
"is letter more than you bargained for yet?" the other woman asks.
"Char, I just couldn't bear to part with you," letter says.
really, char retorts. but you could bear to break dreams.
this is how a heart breaks.
paper hearts. Theres a crevice in the wall where she hides her little baby girl, all plastic smiles and mechanical giggles. She cuddles it like it has a soul and speaks to it like it has a name. Its soft rubber skin has been covered with paper hearts and marker stars, and its little plastic ears have been filled with whispers of adoration and love. Its wiry blonde hair has been crossed into braids, twisted up above its head, and she has pulled a dress onto its synthetic body with the brightest little smile. She reminds it that its beautiful, even though it cant hear. She fastens it tight into the beaten pink stroller and skips behind it as it rolls across the pavement, dancing in the sun like there is no tomorrow and yesterday is only a dream.paper hearts.6 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
And maybe she's only six years old, but she knows how babies are made. Not the ones you buy in the store, the ones you have to tear out of the cru
In Love with your Best FriendIn Love with your Best Friend9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Being in love with your best friend isn't a bad thing,
but it's not good either.
It's the love you become most familar with,
it's also the love that hurts the most.
Gay, bi, straight, it all doesn't matter,
but there should be a fourth sexuality
'cuz your best friend is a different gender entirely.
Gotta be with them all the time.
Gotta hang out with them day and night.
You look at them with love in your eyes,
and you get a friend in return.
You go out of your way to impress them,
and you get a friend in return.
This may all sound like an ordinary crush,
but it's not.
It's your best friend,
so keep this in mind while asking them out
to keep a teddy bear in handy
when you get your
"Lets just keep bein' friends"
YoutopiaDriving along this old country road makes my mind wander, back to brighter days. This place seems so familiar to me, like an old memory I could only see through the haze of my subconscious. I glance in the rearview mirror and could have sworn I saw you sitting there. Riding in the back seat, looking out at the window in your shyness, glancing surreptitiously at me with a small smile lighting up your eyes that once enchanted me so much. The sunlight shone in through the window upon your face, the dust swirling around like millions of tiny fireflies, just waiting to be caught. I find myself smiling, reminiscing of days gone by. But I blink, and the vision is gone. I shake my head and keep driving. I know where I am now. We had been here before. Together. Before you left to a place where I couldn't follow. My hands tighten on the wheel. I turn the radio up so I can't hear you any more.Youtopia3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
There is a place nearby that I remember well. I pull over to the side of the road and step out, away fro
Jack's profileFirst name: JackJack's profile3 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Last name: Claymore
Powers: Jack can use his dark magic to lift object's or fire in the form of a blast,Jcak can also use the shadow's around him to form in in weapon's,he can use other people's shadow's agenst the person or he can use them to travle to the shadow zone.
Presonal Weapon: his shadow magic.
Moves: shadow twister,shadow bat's,raven dance,shadow hound's,shadow Possession.
Family: Mary claymore(alive)Father(dead)
Friends: Lilly Gaceson,Mark Dogooder,Proto Zero.
Enemies: Demon's,anyone willing to hue=rt him and his friends.
Personality: Jack enjoys his alone time to offten read.He will help you even if you've never even meet.Jack is a half demon,so in time's of great pain and sorrow his demon self will come out then there will be nothing that can stop him.Even if he wishs to have a close friend,he fears that he willn't be able to control his demon self witch fights him for control.
Hobbies: reading(spell books,fighting demons 101),demon slaying.
When I SaidWhen I said I wanted a fairy taleWhen I Said2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I meant I wanted a prince.
I didn't want to be locked in a
I didn't want to be fought by a
I didn't want
When I said I wanted a fairy tale
I meant I wanted to be a princess.
I didn't want to watch a rose
I didn't want to wear the gown
I wanted it
When I said I wanted a fairy tale...
I expected it to end in a
But i never expected it to end like this.
time to help-for jaylaIt was one stormy night that i meet my trainer.I was swimming across the sea when a strong storm came,it was to strong,i clided with a rock and was kocked out cold.when i woke up i was on a beach,i tryed to stand up,but my leg was broken.time to help-for jayla4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
i was helpless,till i heard something, what i heard was.
"charizard,use flame thrower."
i turned to see a wall of fire heading right for me,it hit.
"AHHHHH!"i cryed in pain
i looked up to see a trainer.
"now to capture you,you little buizel."he said as he pulled out a poke ball
"NO!LEAVE HIM ALONE!"i heard a female vioce say.
i was to weak,i couldn't stay awake,i fanited in pain.
"when i woke up i was in a strang room,it was white,then a woman with red hair,looked over me and said.
"why hello sleepy head,i hope you feel better,do you?"she said
i nodded my head to say yes.
"good,because there's some one here to see you."said the woman
"thank you nurse joy,"said a girls voice,wait i recognize that voice."hello there,how are you fee
rose marryNORMAL LIFErose marry4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I never thought my life would be nothing but normal, but at this point in my life, I'd tell you, no one's life will ever be normal, ever again.
It was a warm august morning. We find a small house; inside the second story window we find a 18 year old girl how can't decided what to wear to the first day of her collage boarding school.
"Mom I don't know what to wear."The girls said as she holds up a shirt over her chest while looking at herself in the mirror.
"Well, you could always wear the school uniform." Said the girl's mother
"Mom, that uniform is lame." Said the girl
"Lilly, come on, just try it, for me, please." Begs Lilly's mother
Lilly look down on her bed to see a white button up shirt, a dark red tie, a dark red over jacket with gold trimming on the wrist, and a dark red mini skirt.
"At least it's not gray." Lilly thought to her self
"Come on Lilly, you know dark red is your favorite color." Lilly's mother said
Lilly knows her mom wouldn't drop the subject until s
To the women of the worldWomen of the meekTo the women of the world1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
women of the wise
women of the sleek
women of size.
All the beauty is in thine eyes,
Within thy heart, thy soul.
Be aware, know thine allies
Deception and illusion are the world's goal.
The Media decieves us with illusion and lies.
All this deceit within our normal day routine
Impossible bodies, only dressing up for the guys.
Acting all the same, like a well oiled machine.
Stop this nonsense, illusion, and trick
Women dress for themselves and are people too.
Don't think you're only beautiful when you're a stick.
To all the sexist, we bid thee adieu.
Fighting writers blockA little wall inside my mind, brick by brick it holds me back, keeping me off a poets track.Fighting writers block1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
My mind is filled with only a grey vision; I’m trapped inside my own little prison.
Just give me a rhyme to add to my verse! I scream trying to break from this curse.
As I begin to lose all hope, I see a light a start to take note, my mind is filled with words that rhyme and my page is filled within no time.
I jump in delight the curse is broken, and peaceful poetry can be spoken.
DaleHear me read itDale2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
They will not silence the bells for you.
The roses will not halt their will to wilt
and lilies will disassemble under the earth.
They will not dust Frankincense over cities
and trees will not bow down in grief
willingly donating limbs to become tissues.
But throats will dry out mid-sentence and
black hankerchiefs will be dubbed into pockets.
There will be enough salt to melt the ice
embedded around the hearts of old enemies.
Old enemies will turn friend once more
and the church will be full, packed with love.
The world is unlikely to take a moment's prayer;
Earth spins too fast to pause for any of us.
But the meagre collection of people you touched
(meagréd only by the tear-ridden knowledge
that you would have touched many more in time)
Will ache tonight and whisper of your friendship.
You were and always will be; loved.
Adults Can Fail YouWhen a problem's bigger than youAdults Can Fail You2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Take it to an adult they say
They'll know what to do
They'll help you
What happens when they don't?
I'll tell you
You find yourself in a dark and scary world
Respect your Elders
Turns to Respect those worth respecting
Adults can fail you
Leave you trapped in a house with a drunk monster
While they go out to eat
Laugh, never giving you a second thought
Only hours after promising to protect you
They came close
Oh so close to having a hand in my death
From that night
I spiraled down
My world shattered
My heart bleeding
I headed for the rocky bottom
No one reached out
No one tried to stop my fall
I hit the bottom full force
I lay there
I could end it all
No one would miss a broken 13 year old girl
The drunk provids easy access to mass amounts of alcohol
Plenty of pills to mix in lethal doses
Knives to slit my wrists
End it all
The End my way out
But I never did
I clawed my way back up