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.
Listening For InspirationTaste the breath of timid wordsListening For Inspiration2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
arising from my speech.
Dripping through my lips,
unfurling sails of poetry.
Catching wind of empty waves,
the words fall one by one.
They stoop the gentle break of day
and melt through river's run.
Curl beneath the shaded trees
and hide in hollowed rocks.
They topple through the spider's weave
and splash through bursting drops.
Sit behind the sunset
and before the rising skies,
dipping palms in Bluejay's songs
while frosting tearful eyes.
Complimenting purple streaks
across the orange noon.
Their silhouetting shadows casting
freckles for the moon.
Passing secret whispers
through the cursive of my pen,
these sleeping inspirations wait
to see the sun again.
Things Don't Turn OutI can dream ofThings Don't Turn Out3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Fields full of daisies (like when I was younger)
Never losing her (I pray to god)
Leaving this place
I can dream of
Butterfly wings (pinned to the heavy walls surrounding me)
I can dream of
Finally feeling like who I'm meant to be
And never losing sight of that person that I know is within
Of course this doesn't meant I'll ever get any of that
The Letter DThe dead and the dying...The Letter D3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The dearly departed.
Dining with dinosaurs
'til one in the morning!
Don't think so, dear.
Your argument is invalid.
NakedOne night,I woke up.Naked2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I looked at the moon. It was full of light. I screamed.The shine of the blade from the distance attracted my eyes.It was shining so beautifully on the moonlight. I took a gun,put it to my head,I cried,even God couldn't stop the tears. But I couldn't....I didn't shoot myself.
The road was calling me. I went out through the door. I walked alone,the wind was my only friend. My white dress was carried by the wind. Roads were empty. I left my cross behind that door. I am tired of empty prayers,won't believe in them anymore. DON'T BEG. STOP. I don't have the strength,have already lost my faith.
And then I saw a river. Wanted to touch its coolness. I took my clothes off,threw it into that river,and let the moon shine on me. But then,the moon was gone and I was left naked with the sun bites on my skin.
The night came again and my moon was touching my body again. It was dark. I sold my body to the moonlight,I sold it to the night. I lost my soul. They took it long time ago.
VIf I touched them, would they shatter into glass?V2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I hope that they are only a dream
They say that nothing good shall last
I will fight on their behalf
Evil words and giggles shake
But never do I laugh
Shall I give them a pleasant tune
I taint my hands with misery
All that I do is for noon
Ask me to smile and say my name
I do not wish to quarrel
Nothing into mind came
Watch me as I disappear forever
Into the light of a distant flower
All because they pulled the lever
The Mask She WearsLet her wear the mask she wears.The Mask She Wears3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Let her wear her painted smile.
Let her wear her "happy guies".
Don't be fooled by all of this.
She needs her mask,
it keeps her from dying.
She needs her smile,
it keeps her from crying.
She needs her guise,
it keeps her from falling
Back into hells realms.
Tell meTell me3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
What do you think of me?
Are you scared of me?
How should I kill you?
Why are you crying?
Your dying soul
Is your life really worth saving?
When do you want to die?
Whenever I get bored with you
Where will you go when you die?
Remain a ghost on this miserable Earth
Are you ready to die?
My blade cuts you
Your screams echo in my ears
Your lifeless body lays in a pool of shimmering blood
Ugly Side part 1Ugly Side part 13 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
He took a sharp turn left, shoes sliding across the floor as he sprinted down the dimly lit aisle.
Eyes focused to the end of the hallway, spotting the exit sign that hung above the final door. He could hear the horrible animal-like screeches and snarls grow louder every second. Glancing back to see that his bloodied pursuers were dead set on catching their afternoon snack.
What is wrong with these lunatics?!
A loud crack followed by a low rumble erupted from above. He peered up to the now crumbling ceiling as he hastened his speed. The ceiling began to cave in on itself a few feet in front of him.
He dove to the door just at the right time, turning his attention to the flaming rubble that fell onto the blood thirsty maniacs that were so intent on catching him. He kicked one of their disembodied hands into the flames as a chill ran down his spine. Letting out a long sigh of relief, he turned the doorknob that led to the roof.
"What is it.. rabies?" He mu
Norway ProposalYou sat on a stone bench by the sea. The freezing cold air felt like wonderful against your face. You breathed in the salt and the ocean. He would be here any minute. He would, Norway, your boyfriend. Norwegians were nitrous sailors and your beloved had been gone for months. You had gotten a long distance call from him a week ago; he was in his brother’s port and would be coming home today and he had something for you.Norway Proposal2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
You sat on the bench, smoothing and your skirts impatiently; you could care less for his gift. The only present you wanted was him. “Come on.” You muttered,” Where are you?”
In the back of your mind your grandmother scolded you, “A lady should always look her best, wither she is in pain or fear she must never show it.”
Irritated at your own thoughts, you pushed them out. Something much more important was coming into view. Norway’s ship was gliding into port and men ran around the deck securing it to the dock.
Sugar Plum Dreams- The PartyHetaliaxReader Choose your own adventureSugar Plum Dreams- The Party2 years ago in Romance More Like This
Gracefully swaying to the music playing in the large hall, your mother and the maid were decorating the impressive Christmas tree. The thing towered a good three feet above even your father's towering height. The hall was so beautifully decorated: a large red velvet bow hung over the French doors leading to the valley that stood in for a back yard, Cherubs floated above the door ways, playing a silent tune on their quiet strings and trumpets, the golden gas lamps were lit and created a soft warm glow throughout. But was most impressive, what rang the most beautiful in the marble-floored hall was that tree.
It's sharp dark green height contrasted so perfectly with the plush of the room, your eye was immediately drawn to it. And your mother was making it all the more eye-catching with her antique painted glass ornaments and ribbon embroidered with liquid gold.
You stood in the hall just marveling at that tree, ignoring the rather bountiful
Fighting with Myself... and LosingFighting with Myself... and Losing3 years ago in Drama More Like This
Fighting with Myself and Losing
As far as everyone else is concerned,
I am just a kid,
And I don't have any real problems.
My parents didn't just have another fight.
School life isn't hard.
I didn't just doze off in Social Studies,
Because I didn't have the strengths to hold my head up.
I'm pale because I don't get out much,
The sun rarely touches my face.
I skipped lunch,
Because I wasn't hungry.
I'm thin because I always have been,
Always will be
As everyone else is concerned
As far as I'm concerned,
It's an internal war
That I don't bother defending myself in anymore.
I'm never going to win
My head isn't a place you want to live.
So much going on at once,
Yet I can't make sense of any of it.
Things contradict themselves up there.
I'm supposed to love myself,
Yet I'm also s
NorwayxReader Oneshot Driving Lessons...NorwayxReader Oneshot Driving Lessons...NorwayxReader Oneshot Driving Lessons...2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Just a little drabble.
You panted heavily as you gripped the steering wheel with a death grip stronger than Ludwig could do. Eyes wide, adrenaline throbbed in your veins, sweating more than Feliciano after running ten and a half miles, you shakily turned to your driving tutor. Lukas Bondedik turned to you at the same time not nearly looking as scared as you.
"U-Uh... S-Sorry about your car." You apologized and sweat dropped. It's your last year of college and this is your semester off. You were spending your free semester at your boyfriend's house with his 4 step brothers. Currently Lukas was teaching you how to drive since he was shocked quite a bit when you arrived by bus. Your high
Happy Birthday, da? Russia x ReaderHappy Birthday, da? Russia x Reader2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
You were just sitting at home alone. Sure, it was your birthday, but that didn’t mean that you had to do anything about it. You were just going to sit around all day, watch some tv, maybe listen to loud music with a new speaker you had gotten, and maybe even derp around deviantART.
Of course you had to keep your friends at bay, they had all wanted to throw you a party. But you weren’t really feeling it. Birthday parties were for little kids, or rich kids with shit loads of money (which, granted, Alfred was, but you still didn’t want a wild party).
You flopped back onto the couch and started to flip aimlessly through the channels. Snacking on some bag of chips you just sat there for a bit, not really paying attention to the crappy shows. Boredom started to creep up on you, and you groaned, turning off the tv.
Just as you were thinking to yourself that you should have let your friends throw you a party to escape boredom, you heard a knock on the door. You jumped up and
Russian Roulette ( America x Reader )Russian Roulette ( America x Reader )2 years ago in Drama More Like This
America couldn't believe it. He looked around at the four other bodies at the table, wearing as much as a poker face that he could conjure. At the table along with him sat Switzerland, Prussia, Russia and (Y/Name). Oh lord... How had he got mixed up in all of this? More importantly, how had (Y/Name) got into this deadly game?! His blue eyes drifted over her features, taking in her (h/l) (h/c) hair and (e/c) eyes that seemed to be radiating life as they glowed with excitement. His heart thumped. That life could be so easily taken away from him. All because of this stupid game. God damn that commie. "Hey, uh... (Y/Name)... I don't think you should be playing this..." He grumbled, "You're only a human, we're all nations, even Prussia here is a micro-nation, while it will put us in hospital at the least, this would actually kill you, babe..."
Her (e/c) orbs flashed towards his, their gazes locked. "It's okay America, I want to do this, I want to prove that I'm not a pussy," She stated, bei
Filling StationHave you ever wonderedFilling Station3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
why prairie gas stations always have shallow ponds?
It's like they know your hair is dirty
and you have secrets to wash away.
Daft Punk- The Journey Pt.2Thomas sat and tried to ponder over the predicament they were in. "Guy's hurt, He needs to charge, and were in the middle of nowhere what am I gonna do?!" He thought to himself. He looked down at Guy who was now lying in his lap. "Guy I'm gonna get us out of this." He said, stroking Guy's smooth helmet. Just then an idea came to him. "I could try to charge him using my own power!" He thought.Daft Punk- The Journey Pt.24 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Thomas reached out to the back of his head and pulls out a retractable cored connected to his helmet. Then he takes off his jacket, revealing his shiny, silver outer body plates. Silver plates cover his body like armor where his muscles would be. He opened his left chest plate which held a small electric control box. Looking through the various colors of wires and took a bright yellow wire and stretched it over to Guy. He then took off Guy's jacket only to reveal more of his wound, Thomas then opened his Chest plate, the electric box inside looked like his own. Thomas plugge
Latvia x Reader (Fluff)Latvia x Reader (Fluff)Latvia x Reader (Fluff)2 years ago in Romance More Like This
[A/N: This is written in Latvia/Raivis’ Point of View]
I snuggled up to her chest, crying. Russia had hurt me again, and she came immediately just to comfort me. I love everything about her. She is beautiful and kind, she has lovely [h/l], [h/c] hair and bright [e/c] eyes, and has a laugh that could make the heavens swoon. She told me that she’ll always be here for me. Her warm, loving embrace sends me into a state of euphoria. Hearing her heartbeat easily calms me down. Just having her next to me makes me feel safe.
“Yes Raivis?” She responded in a concerned, yet caring voice.
I felt my cheeks burn up.
She looked at me with loving eyes and kissed my forehead.
I love you.
Norway x Reader - Better than ButterNorway x Reader – Better than ButterNorway x Reader - Better than Butter2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
You sighed and stood outside, the bitter cold Norwegian air biting your cheeks as you waiting for your boyfriend to pick you up. He was supposed to be here an hour ago! Finally you dialed his number. After what seemed like a lifetime, he picked up.
“Hey babe, sup?” he asked you.
“You idiot! Did you forget that we were going on a date tonight!?” you screamed into the phone.
“...Oh yeah, about that, I had to cancel. I got some other plans.” You gritted your teeth, and you could swear you heard a woman in the background. “Who’s on the phone, babe?” Your mouth fell open as you heard the rival female call your boyfriend ‘babe’. That cheater! That lying snake!
“You know what, (male name), don’t bother calling me back. Or ever again. I never want to see your cheating face again!” you sla
Hetalia 7 Minutes of Heaven (Russia)Hetalia 7 Minutes of Heaven (Russia)2 years ago in Romance More Like This
You felt around until you finally pulled out an item.In your hand you held a sunflower broach. It was the same broach that you had given Russia when you two were children. "He still kept it." You whispered as a small smile appeared on your face.
"What'd you say dude!?" America asked, bringing you back to reality. "O-oh nothing." You said realizing that you had been thinking out loud. "Well show me the item that you picked bro!"
"Here you go." You handed him the broach, already knowing that you were going to be paired with Russia. "O-oh...you got him." America said, sounding worried. "Whats wrong?" You asked.
"Well you got Russia..." He whispered to you. "So?" "Bro he's freaking creepy." "No he isn't, I don't see why you guys are afraid of him." "Its your funeral." America shrugged. "Well, who had the sunflower broach dudes?" He was still quiet.
"That would be me,da." You heard a child-like voice say. The rest of the nations must have heard it too, for everyone was silent now. Russia st
BoredI'm sitting at home, once againBored3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Wondering if this day will ever end
I've done all the housework, I have no more chores
And I'm starting to realize my life is a bore
I've vacuumed the carpets, I've washed all the floors
I've dusted the shelves, and I've cleaned the glass doors
The cats have been combed, the toys put away
Seriously God, will there be an end to this day?
I've done all the laundry for the entire home
I've sewn all the things that need to be sewn
All the trash it out, not a stray paper in sight
And all the dishes have been put away for the night
Mother has no needs, she's resting in her chair
And the rest of the house looks incredibly bare
And as I sit down and plug in the computer cored
I realize in my head, I'm incredibly bored