Jam heart biscuits recipeJam heart biscuits recipe7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
JAM HEART BISCUITS:
250g unsalted butter, at room temperature
1 cup icing sugar, sifted
1 tsp vanilla extract
3¼ cups plain flour
1/3 cup cornflour
½ cup raspberry or strawberry jam
2 tbs icing sugar, extra
Using an electric mixer, beat butter, icing sugar and vanilla in a large bowl until pale and creamy. Add egg and beat until well combined. Sift flour and cornflour together over butter mixture and stir in until dough comes together. Divide dough in half and flatten to make 2 discs. Wrap in baking paper and refrigerate for 30 minutes.
Preheat oven to 160°C. Line 2 large baking trays with baking paper. Roll out 1 dough disc until 4mm thick. Using a fluted 6cm round biscuit cutter, cut out 20 rounds. Using a small heart-shaped biscuit cutter, cut out a heart from the centre of each biscuit. Place onto a prepared tray. Roll out remaining dough and cut out 20 round biscuits. Place onto other tray. Bake for 15-20 minutes or until pale golden and f
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
Resolution Diary2007Resolution Diary3 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.
Gus Number FiveGus Number FiveGus Number Five3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Jenna and Cindy filled their mouths with watermelon seeds, spitting them fast and hard until the air swarmed with seeds like shiny black dive-bombing gnats. “My seeds are winning,” twelve year old Cin yelled, her thin body tense and urgent with victory.
Jenna just kept spitting seeds. Eight years old, she already knew the seeds that flew the farthest would be Cin's no matter what.
Jenna puckered her mouth preparing for another losing bombardment. Suddenly she paused, lips plump and pouting as the mouth of a painted candy box cupid. Spitting the seeds into her palm, she stared at them for a moment, chewing the end of her pigtail. Then anxious with inspiration, she trotted into the house and minutes later reappeared hugging a fishbowl.
Carefully placing the bowl on the steps, she solemnly stared at the rattled goldfish who darted and wiggled his copper penny of a body. But when Jenna scattered her handful of watermelon seeds into the water, the goldfish paused
How to make Muffin-Tin PiesHow to make Muffin-Tin Pies3 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
Mac and Cheese RecipeMac and Cheese Recipe5 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Yield: 4 servings
Noodles (any type, enough to feed everyone)
1 cup of grated cheese (any kind)
½ cup of bread crumbs
½ cup of flour
1 cup of milk
½ cup of butter
½ cup of finely chopped onions
1.Start boiling the water
2.Add the bread crumbs and flour to the grated cheese and mix together
(the flour and bread crumbs add texture and help to stop the
cheese from clumping)
3.While the water is bowling melt the ½ cup of butter in a pot.
4.Once the butter has melted add the finely chopped onions, fry until
the onions turn clear.
5.Add the milk to the fried onions and butter.
6.Add the n
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 Hungry SeasonThe Hungry SeasonThe Hungry Season7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The next season will be the hungry season.
Moses M. Kolinmore
A stem, a leaf, a stem,
a stem again,
and the army of our bodies
hanging from the branches
of the Dahoma trees.
We come to this as moths
on Saharan winds
with no malice but the wings
direction, our caterpillar mouths,
our waiting numbers
cocooned in dirt. We are
aching and glutted
but hungry still, even as
we strip the canopy bare of leaves
and foul each river black
with waste below us
our gruesome chatter asking,
as we fall into the dirt
to reshape what we are,
can you imagine the hunger?
But of course you can; of course,
you hunger the same as we.
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
Becoming MatureMaturity: I realized popularity was stupid.Becoming Mature4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
FiftyPlease understand: I do not wantFifty3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
to want this (you).
I realized at poem nineteen-of-fifty:
You (college-borne) are a new you,
I (weaponized) am a new me,
and the new me still wants the new you.
They Say It's HauntedHe's close behind me. "John?"They Say It's Haunted5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Portal: Still Alive (Part One of Two)Portal: Still AlivePortal: Still Alive (Part One of Two)2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Characters: GLaDOS, Chell
Setting: Post-Portal 2
Orange and Blue hadn’t come back.
They had been taking more and more time to do so, lately, but she could hardly blame them. They were getting old, after all. She had never expected them to last forever. The only reason she was still using them was that building more of them would have been stupid. Robots testing was not Science. Still, she had to make do with what she had. Other than the occasional human who wandered into Aperture, whom of which she would gleefully put through testing until their… usefulness… came to an end, she had no test subjects. No, robot testing was not Science, but she had earned commendation for trying. Even if the commendation was a personal commendation, from her to herself. Come to think of it, the only one who ever commended her was herself. Which was odd. Surel
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.Lionheart1 year 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
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.
GeorgeGeorge doesn’t eat anything except Cheerios. He says the rings remind him of Infinity and how the world continues to move even when you don’t want it to. He finds the circles fascinating—they move, twirling in his milk, getting older and soggier just like the earth. The twirling of the earth will continue long after George is gone. Does anyone care that it will not stop—even briefly—when they cease to be?George2 months ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
George’s mother said, once, that if you believe in God you will go to Heaven. George went to his uncle’s funeral. His uncle was in a box. In the dirt. He hadn’t gone anywhere, George thought. Did she mean that Heaven was in the ground? He did not know.
George likes going to the park to feed the birds and watch the children on the swings. One day, someone called police officers. Now he is not allowed to watch the children. He only thought it was amazing they could swing so high. He could never swing so high. George thought maybe he could
Helicase Helio and I were always sitting on the stairs, chatting about the lamina and occasionally making snide remarks about ribosomes. There wasn't much for us to do. Our job was to simply be, and let the RNA polymerase scribble down the letters on our foreheads when they came around every once in a while. Helio was a G, I was a C. It wasn't exactly fulfilling, I suppose. There wasn't much to be filled. So to pass the time, we talked.Helicase3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"You ever wonder?" Helio asked.
"About...well...what's out there." Helio and I were rooted to the stairs, quite happily, but it was awkward to move in. He kind of twisted in the general direction of the closest pore. "Out in the cytoplasm."
"I haven't," I admitted. "What's there to wonder about?"
"That's exactly the thing. I have no idea." Helio sighed, gazing into the distance. "Somehow it feels like we pl
Portrait de MoiShe dreamed; she tried; she failed.Portrait de Moi5 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
A Letter to a FriendDear friend,A Letter to a Friend1 month ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
How does it go?
It's been awhile since we've spoke,
So I think you should know,
I'm doing much better since we've parted ways,
I'm happy and healthy,
Like a seedling after it's felt the sun's rays.
That longing I felt has finally passed,
The very same feeling from which so much hurt had amassed.
Now that I am free from that pain,
My mind is fresh and clear;
Like the air, after a summer rain.
Though I miss the laughs we shared,
I can't help but focus on all the times tempers had flared,
Splits can be mended and cracks can be filled,
But it doesn't make up for all the tears that were spilled.
Though we are both equally to blame,
Because my desire, and your omission,
Is what set our bond aflame,
Making us both at fault for our friendship's attrition.
We both caused that horrid ordeal,
At least, that's how I used to feel,
But after looking back I realized,
I was much more to blame than I previously surmised.
I pined after something that I could never attain,
Sea-Salt Ice Cream RecipeSea-Salt Ice Cream Recipe3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Sea-Salt Ice Cream
Wire whisk or fork
Medium sized saucepan
Medium sized bowl
1 cup measure
1 teaspoon measure
Ice-cream maker or ice-pop molds or a cooler of liquid nitrogen (optional)
1 heart (optional get it)
1 cup milk
1 cup sugar
1 cup heavy cream
1 teaspoon of vanilla extract
blue and green food coloring (optional)
1. Re-arrange the letters of your name and add an X somewhere.
2. Crack 2 eggs into the bowl and whisk well for a few minutes. A wire whisk works best but a fork can do in a pinch.
3. Add the cup of sugar into the eggs and continue to whisk well until creamy.
4. Heat the milk in the saucepan over medium heat until warmish hot while constantly stirring with the wooden spoon (do not use a metal spoon it will scratch your pot and make the milk burn easier). The milk should be right before boiling, but do not
How To Write For villainsVillains the best staple of any adventure book, in my opinion. Whether it is a simple rival of our hero, or a sadist hell-bent on destroying humanity, they are almost always enjoyable to write for unless you go for the annoying jackass kind that always seems to win and remains incredibly smug about it, those are the villains that we hate.How To Write For villains5 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
In my time on the internetz, I've often found great pieces of literature sullied due to the fact that the villain was misrepresented. Sure, it is interesting to create a mad scientist or something incredibly creepy like Slenderman, but there are certain ways to write for them that just heightens the creepiness, coolness, or annoyingness depending on the villain type. So, I've decided to create a little guide on how I write for villains. This is not the "correct way" to write for villains, nor is it the "ONLY way", it's just the way I use.
What type of villain? There are many different types of villains. There is your comic b
I Have No Names for all My Teacup BabesI feel always like I am starting over.I Have No Names for all My Teacup Babes3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
As a magpie I gather trinkets under my pillow,
bay leaves and bags of herbs to bring the next lover to me,
to call the next dream-face forwarda picture
painted in the tea leaves.
But truth be told the start-again
is never clean, is never gentle,
and the sweat of all that labour
is a fire on my skin, telling me
I will never resist its wind-cry.
The moon comes when I call, to help me;
midwife, she is, and she carries into being my new selves
like the babes they are, teaches them to
fill long footsteps like hers.
Truth be told, I tire of the destiny
I was given onceI am a teacup,
and I cling close to my china womb,
to my cup tipped over, upset
by careless elbows.
I imagine Mother Moon climbing her way back to me
on the backs of pine trees, sweeping across the Appalachians.