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.
The Dinner Hour"We need a refill on salt shakers at table two, a fresh ketchup bottle on tables three, four, and six, and for god's sake, see if we've got a spare pacifier for the kid at table five." Marcheline's lawyer-like voice rattles off instructions faster than anyone can understand them. Taking over her shift is like diving headfirst into an ocean current traveling at a million miles an hour.The Dinner Hour3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I nod after every ten or so words; after sounding off eight commands in under a breath, Marcheline gasps, "Thank god you always show up for your shift on time." Then she flings off her waiter belt like it was on fire and throws it on the rung. I watch her dash out of the back room like she's being chased.
Poor Marcheline doesn't always do well with the evening rush hours, when anything can happen.
Already in my uniform, I make sure of three final things before I step out into the fray that is Elliot's Diner at 6 PM: 1) my nametag is straight and my name tag, because once I grabbed Pedro's nametag a
A Night at Pinetop's TavernSomewhere in the back alleys of the city's older section there was a crumbling brick building that had been around since before ragtime music was popular. Hanging above a faded green door that led down to the building's cellar was a wooden sign, and despite the peeling paint, you could still make out the bar's name: Pinetop's Tavern. Nobody really knew when Pinetop's first opened; local folks would tell you it had been there since time began, and the world had grown up around it. It was one of those places where the lighting was always dim and the cigarette smoke never dissipated and the cloud you were breathing now had probably been around since W. C. Handy was still alive.A Night at Pinetop's Tavern3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Pinetop's Tavern was a blues joint, and it had been around almost as long as blues music itself. Blues music was a lot simpler than most kinds of musicsimpler chords, simpler lyrics, and most blues musicians couldn't read sheet music. The genre was born on some unknown plantation in the forgotten Deep
MakeYourOwn FAT SHAKE -recipe-MakeYourOwn FAT SHAKE -recipe-4 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
For one serving, you will need:
2 Hostess® Sno Balls® (one package)
1 cup vanilla ice cream
1/2 cup milk
1/4 tsp vanilla extract
Red food coloring
1. Place all ingredients in a blender. Use 8 drops of food coloring. Cut the Sno Balls® into quarters, and use only 6 quarters (one and a half Sno Balls® total--what you do with the last half is up to you).
2. Blend until smooth.
3. Serve in a tall glass with a straw, and enjoy.
LionheartIts first flicker of awareness was of a hot, musty dim place, though at the time it didn’t know what hot, musty, or dim were. It only knew sensation, proximity, and presence.Lionheart10 months ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
There were others there – like it, but different. And then others still, not like it at all, and one of them lifted one of its shining kindred from the wall, twirling it, dancing light through the air...
A whistle, a clash, a terrible ringing snap, and one of its kin extinguished.
For the first time, it knew fear.
“No good. Another.”
Another was taken, tested, and duly shattered.
“I thought your work better than this.”
“No – here! My greatest yet. Please, test this one, and know I have no better.”
A hand settled upon it, and it tasted sensations beyond its own newborn fear: boredom, distaste, a vague acknowledgement of its fine form and shining steel. It was turned and spun, examined and shaken, and then suddenly whirled high, twisted, and swung shrieking towar
Resolution Diary2007Resolution Diary2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Make first million after starting own business.
Applied for a loan. Declined due to excessive account activity. Note: Constant purchasing of rare (albeit mint) wicker chairs is not conducive to bank balance. Wife insistent on selling wicker chairs to find money to start business.
Bought new donut recipe book. Learnt how to make category hard donut, 'Diamond Swizzler'. Delma loves them.
James offered to lend the money if he can become a business partner. Potential.
First million still a long way off. Wife still nagging.
Spent savings on replacing the roof of the conservatory when neighbor's tree uprooted in the November storm.
Update: Dogs should never be fed over two donuts a day. Next Year's Resolution likely…? Find enough money to take Delma to the vets. And make more realistic resolution idea.
Find an appropriate business idea.
Revised Battenburg RecipeRevised Battenburg Recipe9 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
½ an egg, beaten (Substitution: 1 tablespoon cornstarch)
A dash of vanilla essence (One milliliter should be sufficient.)
Cake Flour - 100 grams
Baking Powder - 1/3 Teaspoon (Optional; see recipe)
Cocoa Powder - 2 Teaspoons
Take the butter from the fridge and allow it to reach room temperature. Don't let it melt, just let it become soft enough to cream.
Flatten the butter in a bowl as best you can, then whisk it until fluffy. Don't use a whisk that's too large or the butter will go through the spaces and you'll have to fish it out with a knife. I really do know this one from experience.
Add half of the sugar and beat it into the butter, then add the other half and beat until creamy. It should change consistency as you beat it.
Add the egg (or cornstarch) a little bit at a time, mixing well.
Add the dash of vanilla ess
Felarya: Another Day“What do you suppose it’s doing out there?”Felarya: Another Day1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
“Damned if I know. Doesn’t look like there’s anyone on board… D’you think they’re asleep?”
“Or maybe it’s been abandoned?”
“That’d be a shame, she’s rather beautiful.”
The two men watched the boat as it bobbed idly in the placid lake, enjoying the opportunity to take a rest after spending half the day hiking. It was always a good sign for one of their trips when they stumbled upon something they hadn’t seen before, but discovering an entire lake was a new record. The sparkling water was like nothing else in the region, and the trees seemed to be bigger and more luxuriously coloured than any they’d seen in months.
A feeling of calm serenity permeated the scene, even as the immaculately carved old boat drew their attention with the same quiet force as an unexpected box in the middle of a field.
“Want to go take a look up clos
How to make Muffin-Tin PiesHow to make Muffin-Tin Pies2 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
This is a really fun recipe I use for the Holidays and parties! ^-^
The steps listed below will make approximately one/one-and-a-half batches of twelve mini mixed-berry pies. Just use a regular muffin tin, and you can use paper muffin cups if you like, but if you don't I recommend spraying the ENTIRE muffin tin (not just the cups) before putting in the dough to help them come out easier.
The Oven will need to be pre-heated to 350 degrees before the pies can go in the oven.
2 1/2 cups flour
1/4 cup sugar
2 teaspoons of salt
1/2 cup shortening (I generally use Crisco)
3/4 cup butter (chilled)
6 Tablespoons of ice water
Making the dough:
1.) Cut up butter into medium-sized cubes and return it to the refrigerator for later use.
2.) Cut up the shortening and drop in chunks into a bowl of ice water.
3.) In a separate bowl (large), combine flour, sugar and salt and then mix well.
3.) After they are chilled, remove the shortening from ice water, the but
9 Traits that Readers Want in Your Story's Hero9 Traits that Readers Want in Your Story's Hero9 Traits that Readers Want in Your Story's Hero2 months ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
Today, I will conclude the trio of character types that I started with Villains and Antiheroes, by discussing what readers want from your story's Hero. Please note that I am speaking specifically about a heroic protagonist, not just any protagonist for any sort of story. Also remember that it could be the case that a story is about the protagonist BECOMING the hero. In this case, the story should be about learning or gaining these traits as they make mistakes, try to grow, and move towards their goal.
Trait 1: Ideals that set them apart from the world. (Dumbledore)
The first thing that should set your hero apart from the world, is not any sort of power or ability, it is an ideal. Any realistic world contains many good people within it. This means that anyone who surpasses that level of good, must have a worldview that challenges the level of goodness already present.
Trait 2: A drive to push them to change the world. (Kick-ass)
The Good Critic's GuideThe Good Critic's Guide:The Good Critic's Guide2 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
I have noticed that many critics on DA tend to leave rather harsh and sometimes subjective critiques on the pages of the artists being critiqued. Their rationale for doing so is based on the concept that 'we shouldn't molly-coddle each other and instead "tell it like it is"'. However this type of critique reflects poorly on one who is critiquing as opposed to the one who is being critiqued and I will explain why throughout the course of this guide. In essence I hope to use this resource as a way of teaching potential critics how to properly focus their abilities and direct their critiques in a manner that will allow them to be rated as a good critic.
Note: Before reading on, take note that this guide is only for literary works as I have no experience judging visual art and therefore cannot create a rating scale for those.
II. The Purpose of a Critique:
The first question that we must ask ourselves is this: "Why does an individu
Bullet When I was a kid, I wanted to be Superman.Bullet3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
They said he was faster than a speeding bullet. Not just any old bullet, moseying home after a long day at the office. A speeding one, tearing up the atmosphere like nothing in the world could stop it. I wanted to punch through the sound barrier and carry on and on, away from everything.
I started running a year after my mom died. I was nine years old, but already fast enough to beat my army dad to the corner of the street. There was a local cop with a big brewster moustache who was always dragging me back home. I forget his name. His sedan could run faster than my legs, and his hand was quick enough to grab my collar. When he was still fetching me back two years later, he stopped by to have a word with my dad.
"He's pretty quick on those legs of his," he said. "You thought about getting him to do sports? Might burn up some energy
ResearchSome writers frequently delete browsing history.Research2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
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Welcome. I've been wanting to do this for quite some time now and only now I found the time and patience to write this. This is supposed to be a guide and help anyone who wants to know how to Role-play, which is commonly referred to as RP. But first, I want to clear up some things. I'm not doing this out of arrogance or to show that I am superior in any way. I've been around the chat rooms and I've seen a lot of people that do not know how to RP. Some of them are newbies, some are n00bs, yet most people in chat rooms don't make any differences between them. Therefor, since no one will help them, I decided to do something about this. It's a general guideline which contains the basis of RPing. You can choose to follow this or not and I hope that it will help both people that don't know how to RP at all and those that need some 'working' on their skills. Also, I do not consider myself the best RPer of the world or God's gift to RPing. I have my flaws, but I also wan
Golden TicketThe candy factory? But I'm diabetic.Golden Ticket3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
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Her Necklace Now It began as a very small thing.Her Necklace Now4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Junior and his dad disagreed on an item made in their silversmithing shop.
That shop was kept away from the family's houses, set up in an old outbuilding because of noise.
Silversmithing was always too noisy for the dozen homes on the family's half-section of wood and meadow land.
The lapidary equipment alone made a terrible sound.
Allie, Junior's wife, used that equipment to smooth rough turquoise and coral into stones ready for silverwork. She used a spinning grinder of damp and charcoal gray stone for her main work. When Allie put a stone against that, it sounded just like the machine it was. She used a smaller spinning buffer to polish stones.
One Saturday, human voices escalated in the little, old shop about who owned a particular design.
Even Allie, using loud lapidary equipment, heard Junior and his father argue. Naturally, curiosity won and she slowed her work, listening through a thin old wall of warped
United, We WriteHear me read itUnited, We Write2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
0hgravity, if by some divine fortune you should decide that today is the day you will fail me, then let me soar through the ChemicalSkyline. Grant me a-lovely-anxiety that raises a storm InTheStarryNightSky for me to riseandbe above all else. Let me soar.
How I long to be the frail rider-on-the-storm and not a victim of the RoamingShadow, Rogue-Of-The-Night, that BlackVelvetNightmare of my nights and days. I long
Elf vs. Orc 8Celadon woke up in the elf's arms.Elf vs. Orc 89 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
This sounded a lot more romantic than it actually was.
For one thing, learning to sleep in proximity to another person is an acquired skill. You learn what to do with the arm that always seems to get stuck between you and where to put your feet and whether they mind having a leg draped over theirs and who can use whose arm as a pillow without nerve damage or a sore neck. Then there's the whole complex negotiation of blanket treaties and sheets and who gets what and who needs layers and who has to stick their feet out.
Without acquiring these vital habits, you wake up pretty much like Celadon—stiff, sore, with a knee wedged into your ribs and blankets tangled around both of them like sleeping anacondas.
While it's traditional when parties of the opposite sex find themselves entangled for someone's hands to be in an embarrassing position, that actually wasn't the case. She was pretty much in the elf's lap, where one of his knees was up and digging into
A Beautiful DeathI sigh as I finish injecting my veins. Soon the pleasure will come. For a moment, I slump in my chair waiting, waiting with anticipation. As I feel it begin, I get my materials and throw them across the darkness to the table were my only sauce of light sits. It hits the candle, and it falls like a cup of water. The flames pool around the end of the table as I watch it, and then it slowly crawls forward, and flows over the edge to touch the floor. The dancing flames are entrancing. Their wispy movement is hypnotic as they move towards me. Moving, and growing. They grow as they slowly make their way towards me. Then, the fire starts to change; it starts to grow upwards, taking on form. Forming in its dancing. The woman of fire is born from this dance, her movements as soft and fluid as the flames that makes her. She is beautiful, and I cannot turn my eyes away. She dances like a belly dancer by the table, flicking out her arms in every direction, commanding her flame to move out and accoA Beautiful Death5 years ago in Transgressive More Like This