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.
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.
Yoshi Cookie RecipesYoshi Cookie Recipes9 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
In addition to the following ingredients, you'll need a baking sheet and some aluminium foil.
Butter - 50 grams
Sugar - 50 grams
1/2 an egg, beaten
A dash of vanilla essence
Cake Flour - 130 grams
Baking Powder - 1/2 Teaspoon
Take the butter from the fridge and allow it to reach room temperature.
Flatten the butter in a bowl as best you can, then whisk it until fluffy.
Add half of the sugar and beat it into the butter, then add the other half and beat until creamy.
Add the egg a little bit at a time, mixing well.
Add the dash of vanilla essence.
Sift the flour into a bowl, then add it to the other ingredients.
Use a wooden spoon to mix everything together, and shape it into a dough.
Wrap the dough in clingfilm/plastic wrap, and put it in the refrigerator for 30 minutes.
Use a rolling pin to flatten the dough to about 5mm thickness.
Use a cookie cutter to cut out heart-shaped pieces, and put them on a sheet of aluminium foil on a baking tray.
Roland and Rosedew by Rebecca S. RussellRoland and Rosedew By Rebecca RussellRoland and Rosedew by Rebecca S. Russell2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It was a truly lovely day as Prince Roland, perched regally atop his magnificent steed, ambled along an old trail through the Forgotten Forest. Though he was alone, and hopelessly lost, the Prince's countenance still carried the haughty mark of his royal station: the chin firmly squared and angled so the tip of his impressively shaped nose always pointed precisely between his horse's ear tips; finely shaped lips pursed ever so slightly so as to hide any hint of real emotion; and velvet brown eyes carefully narrowed as they peered down the sides of the afore ascribed nose. A particular source of vanity, his long flaxen hair flowed in elegant waves to a precise length just below his shoulder blades, the multitude of blond and light brown tones shimmering each time the strands stirred.
As he'd been taught from birth, the Prince was very careful to always retain his regal bearing. After all, one never knew when a peasant might suddenly app
Taking a Shallow Breath-chap 3Taking a Shallow Breath-chap 36 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Scorpius Apparated to a secluded alley near his building. He had never much cared for the Apparation spot, as it seemed to be a good place for trash to accumulate, and a favourite spot for the local stray dogs to do a number of unseemly things. He was relieved he didnt land in a pile of something unpleasant, and made his way to the front of his apartment, which resembled the Apparation points alley as much as a unicorn resembled blast-ended skrewt. Scorpius was excessively fond of the home he had. Rose had helped him pick it out.
"Scorpius, this is the one! Rose cried as she spun in the middle of the empty living room.
"I don't know... I mean, it's awfully big for just me," he said, running a hand along the stair's banister.
"But, it's beautiful. Think of the history it has," Rose said looking with longing at the closet that had centuries old graffiti. "Plus, it won't always be just you, you know. This would be a perfect place for a family. That little park is just
Taking a Shallow Breath-chap 4Taking a Shallow Breath-chap 46 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Rose stood before him a moment, smiling, before she sprinted to the compartment door and threw it open with equal enthusiasm, startling Al nearly out of his seat, and making him drop his Quidditch magazine.
Al, come help me get this trunk! she said, giving Scorpius a smile from the doorway. Though his expression was full of alarm, he managed to giver her a grimace of a smile.
What trunk? Al asked, not looking inclined to move any time soon, and picking up his now very wrinkled periodical.
Scorpiuss, Rose said with a vague wave towards a very still Scorpius.
Wait. Scorpius Malfoy? Al cried rather loudly, trying to poke his head out the door and get a look at the infamous Malfoy spawn. Startled at her cousins rude outburst, Rose gave a great shh! before pushing Al back into the compartment and shutting the door between them. Rose suddenly realized she could have handled the situation with more delicacy.
Sabbat Recipes: SamhainSabbat Recipes: Samhain3 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
INCLUDED: Chocolate de Mexicanos | Granny McCoy's Pumpkin Pie | Colcannon | Wassail
Chocolate de Mexicanos
4 1/4 cups milk
4 ounces semi-sweet baking chocolate, melted
5 tablespoons sugar
1/2 teaspoon cinnamon
1/2 teaspoon vanilla
1/8 teaspoon allspice
1 shot tequila
Place all ingredients in a large saucepan and bring to a boil. With a hand-held mixer or traditional molonillo (a wooden beater resembling a honey dipper), beat the mixture until it stops boiling and becomes slightly frothy. Stir in tequila. Serve immediately in mugs garnished with cinnamon sticks.
Granny McCoy's Pumpkin Pie
3 cups cooked pumpkin (canned is fine)
1 1/4 cups evaporated milk
2 1/2 cups granulated sugar
1/2 heaping teaspoon ground nutmeg
1/2 scant teaspoon salt
1/4 rounded teaspoon allspice
1/2 rounded teaspoon cinnamon
4 well-beaten eggs
Preheat oven to 375 degree
Taking a Shallow Breath-chap 2Taking a Shallow Breath-chap 26 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The big day is just around the corner.
Your parents must be so proud, Rose.
Arent you excited?
No. Rose was decidedly not excited. The giddy anticipation she had once experienced had recently been invaded by an intermingling of doubts and insomnia, making excitement a far distant feeling. Every time she had slowed her thoughts enough to perhaps sleep, another worry would arrive to distract her. This was the day she should be looking forward to more than any other, but all she could feel was uncertainty. Her family, excluding Al, all seemed beyond jubilant about it. As each day passed, one more enthusiastic thought would somehow be turned into a panic inducing horror. The night before was the very worst she had experienced.
Around midnight Rose had fussed over whether she should wear her robes or not. She got out of bed to look them over, and decided that shed not be out of place wearing them once on the train. At two thirty-five she decid
Depression at MidnightDepression at Midnight2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Moving in and out
Of the light
That graces half your face
Your impersonation of a phantom?
I shielded my eyes
As you changed clothes
I didn't see a thing
Though you don't believe
I'm staying out of trouble
Does that please you?
I found no other
What about that?
My head is pounding
Searching for relieve
I've run out of placebos
Sleep is gonna be rough
I thought I saw you today
I even gave you a call
But as usual though
It rung, and rung, and went to voicemail
Does it even matter at this point
My life is nowhere I want
Does love matter,
When I can't even take care of myself
Well, does it?
Taking a shallow breathTaking a shallow breath7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Scorpius took a shallow breath as the music began to play. What would normally be a cheerful throng seemed more like the screams of a banshee as the organist played with eloquence. Was he the only one that heard that distant screaming noise? Everything felt wrong as Rose started walking down the aisle. She looked more beautiful than he'd ever seen her before, which made him blanch.
She was holding a bouquet of blue hydrangeas that almost perfectly matched her own blue eyes. He wanted to kick himself for helping her pick them out. He had sat beside her as they picked out flowers, chose where the wedding would be, picked the music, and had even brought in his own mother to help with choosing the bridesmaids dresses. In truth, he had only volunteered so that he'd have a chance to smell her hair as she enthusiastically flipped through brochures, and watch her eyes twinkle as she found 'the one' of everything from place cards, to the ridiculous canapés. It was his fault that she looked
Wings Of LightWings Of Light2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Wings Of Light
Upon me is the last dawn
Faded away has the last dusk
I leave behind all of the rights and wrongs
I don't deserve an afterlife that is also rough
Mesmerized in deep suspense
As I await the final arrival
My tears become so intense
These last moments of hope are vital
Allow me to break away
Accept the toll of my undying faith
I was careless as I fell
Mocking life itself
Every secret I held
Defined a broken side of myself
An inner slaughter I could not defend
A one-sided war that I could not fight against
My downfall is what I didn't want to prevent
I always lusted after the idea of my final descent
Because I knew that in the end I would ascend
All I can really do is live this divided life as best as I can
I realized that the only thing in perfection is being broken
And the only way to get rid of that is to wipe out my existence
Shine down and shine true
I will no longer be powerless
You don't know how long I've been waiting for you
Character Survey: RhistelCharacter Survey: Rhistel3 years ago in Profiles More Like This
FULL NAME: Rhistel Aidan from Sentes. His real surname got lost, since he was too little to remember it when he was found.
MEANING: "Rhistel" doesn't have any particular meaning, while Aidan means "blessed by the Gods" in the sacred language. Sentes is the village he comes from.
NICKNAME: Among the servitude in his mansion and people of his feud he's often addressed as "bran luth", which means something like "silent/quiet lord", referring to the fact that he almost never speaks or even shows himself around at all. Everyone else just call him with his name, except for Sywyn who calls him "shadowling" or just "bookworm", depending on his mood...
ACTUAL AGE: well.. when the story begins he's 16-17, and will become 22-23 by the end of the events.
RESIDENCE: his feud, about 100 miles from the main city of the human kingdom. Does it makes any sense to you? :°D
AGE APPEARANCE: his own, basically... for now
SPECIES: halfbreed, human/dur'gwath (dark elf)
Vampires will never hurt youVampires will never hurt you3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Pinned to the wet floor of the street as teeth sunk though his neck tearing at his flesh his screamed went unheard at that ungodly hour as the heavens open up and started to pour endless stream of icy rain, blood stained the floor as it filled his killers mouth his arms kicked out and until he felt weak as he lay there a feeling of liquid filled his mouth, what he thought was the rain trying to drowned him turned out to be blood from his murder, the man's pitch black eyes looked down at him as his wrist covered the dyeing man's mouth, whispers filled his head started off as one then two until it was over whelming they called to him sinking him into the darkness that started to cover his sight.
Dreadful dreams filled his sleep, of blood screaming people he loved and cared for being killed by his hand, his tongue licking the blood off his lips. His friends and brother watched as he fisted the sheets his face would contort as he curled himself up tears ran down his f
Detective!England X Mommy!Reader:Kirkland Family17Detective!England X Mommy!Reader:Kirkland Family172 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
One month later, you were utterly confused. You had been receiving anonymous love letters, all very sweet and poetic accompanied by bouquets of fresh red roses with an intoxicating sent. Today when you went to check the mailbox, you almost tripped because of the roses littering your path. At first you had thought the roses were from Francis; he had assured you they weren't.
The kids were at Yao's house as usual, playing with Yong soo. You and Arthur both had the day off, for once you had an opportunity to spend time together without Alfred and Matthew.
You had told Arthur how confused you were, and he told you he would help you work out who it was. He said that people like Franklin Blake, Sherlock and Lord Peter Wimsey had been his personal friends, and he had picked up a few detective skills.
Arthur was dressed in a stereotypical cheesy Hollywood detective outfit.
"First, what day did these start to arrive?" he asked while walking around and gesturing to all the roses that lay about.
Frerard-The Way You Look At MeFrerard-The Way You Look At Me4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I don't catch you doing it every time, but I know how you look at me. When I know you're doing it, it feels like the laser beams from your ray gun are drilling into my face. Hah, except it doesn't kill me.
I'll try not to show that I know you're staring, but sometimes, I can't help turning to look back at you. Only thing is, you look away as soon as my eyes meet yours.
Everyone knows we do it. And half the time, I don't think we realize we're even doing it to begin with. I guess it's just a habit.
And an unbreakable habit at that.
I'll get embarrassed sometimes because I'm hoping that I don't look like shit when you decide to rest your staring eyes on my face.
You'll make me nervous. It's like the nervousness that builds up inside right before we go onstage to perform. My heart will beat hard and fast in my chest, and I can practically hear it pounding against my ribs.
It's the way you look at me baby, that makes me go crazy.
And even though you might not know this,
I love it.
To The EndTo The End3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
He was the last.
He knew this much, now, with the barrel of a gun in his face, the mad laughter that echoed all around him.
And yet he also knew that he would not go down without a fight.
And even when he was gone, the others would never stop fighting.
His sinister enemy chuckled, a noise like no other, crackling like melting ice.
"Well...where are your famous last words now, huh?"
He felt a smile on his face.
"To the end." His voice was hardly audible.
"To the end," he repeated, staring fearlessly into the dark eyes of the nameless other.
"You're not making any sense," snapped the cold voice. But there was a break in the apathy.
"You have no idea what you're about to create. But go ahead. To the end, I say." He flashed a dazzling grin up at the gun, which was cocked.
He knew that coward would shoot. This was it.
There was no noise.
Just a searing heat in his chest, a blinding light.
To the end.
He was the last.
The Fabulous Killjoy
Montecristo PrologoMontecristo Prologo4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Nuestra historia comienza en París hace unos 30 años atrás.... cuando Darien, Serena y Seiya eran apenas unos niños los 3 tenían 10 años parecían tan amigos tan hermanos que uno diría que era una amistad casi perfecta pero como en todo había pequeñas riñas y peleas, nada que no se pudiera solucionar.
Pero cuando crecieron las cosas iban hacer totalmente diferentes todas las envidias, mentiras, amor / desamor, viejos rencores, venganzas y resentimientos saldrían a la luz y nada seria igual. Y esto será base para muestra historia.
Se retrocederá hasta la infancia para saber las razones de tanto odio y rencor que se han estado ocultando hasta llegar a este punto de cómo la amistad termina y de una forma menos favorable al grado de desearse la muerte olvidándose por completo la promesa que se hicieron y los unió desde jóvenes.
Pero con el tiempo se darán cuanta que muchas de
Danger Days :: Chapter OneA raven-haired man sat weakly doubled over. A corpse lay by his form, and the dark-haired man shook violently. Vomit ran past his dry lips, mixing in with the heated sand. Fuck, when was I hit? The sweat and dirt were stinging his eyes, and he gagged once more. The fabric covering his belly and right arm was smoking from the burn of the blasts. He'd hardly had time to register the pain during the fight, but then it was over and he was sinking into the sand and sicking up. His arms shook violently and he glanced to the side as he faintly felt a hand tugging on his vest. His dark eyes looked up to see a familiar man standing above him, his helmet reflecting the sun's rays. As much as Ghoul needed to be treated, at that moment, getting away was more crucial.Danger Days :: Chapter One3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Two large men, both in helmets, hurried over to help the smaller man to his feet. The one in bright red winced at the acids and partially digested food being absorbed by the sand. Hoisting Ghoul's weight on their shoulders, the
Vampire Knight OC: Madison van Leeuwen INFO SHEETVampire Knight OC: Madison van Leeuwen INFO SHEET3 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Name: Madison van Leeuwen
Age: 16, but is told that she acts like a kid.
Eyes: Light green and constantly wide because of her caffeine and sugar intake.
Hair: Dyed pink, and was originally blonde. The length stops just above the small of her back.
Blood type: Type B
Affiliation: Madison is mainly affiliated with working for the hunters, but no one actually knows. She seems to switch sides easily and does things of her own accord for herself.
Weapon: A paintball gun. Paint balls are infused with a substance that reacts like acid when it makes contact with vampires.
Likes: Caffeine in any form, making abstract art, and finding new ways to drive the school into anarchy.
Dislikes: Being taller than many of her classmates, restrictive rules, and Kaname's hair.
About: Madison was born and raised most of her life in the Ne
The audience awaits (Punk EnglandXReader)Distinguished. Proper. Neat and tidy.The audience awaits (Punk EnglandXReader)2 years ago in Romance More Like This
That was how you were known at school. Little did they know......
You smiled, humming along to your earphones. You listened to a wide variety of things, ranging from old rock music to K- and J-pop. At the moment though you were infatuated with punk music. In fact you liked it so much you'd even started to dress that way.
You really liked the dress-style, it looked cool and rather good on you. Only thing was, you had no idea what your friends' reaction would be. Or anyone's reaction for that matter. Especially.....
So you'd taken to wearing your new clothes whenever you came home. Parading about in them, you sang loudly to yourself, a cheeky smile adorning your face.
The clouds, plants and birds were your only audience at this point, you didn't think you'd ever seriously sing in front of anyone else. Or so you thought anyway.
Contrary to your beliefs someone was spying on you, well, rather listening to your singing. He himself was quite notoriously
Punk!EnglandxSinger!Reader - SaviorPunk!EnglandxSinger!Reader - Savior2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
(Edit: This song isn't Savior by Skillet OR by Black Veil Brides! I'm sorry! It's Savior by Rise Against! *goes to corner of shame*
You were reading your favourite book at the coffee shop near your house, and realized you had made a mistake coming there. Not knowing there was a Rock Band competition happening today on the café stage, the place was crowded with teenagers from your school. The ones you did not want to see outside of that place.
You tried to concentrate on your book, but finally put it down on the table in defeat. It was too loud for your taste, but you tried not to let it bring down your mood. As you observed your perimeter, your eyes made its way to the stage. Yeah, the drummer was good. The guitarists were awesome too. But, oh god, that singer.
That singer was tone deaf.
As the song finished, the audience around the stage cheered for everyone but the singer, as you assumed. For about a half hour, you watched people come onto the