Okei, I found a new yummi-looking recipe and decided to try it. Usually I'm a pretty good cook (when it comes to chicken,) so I tried.
Finely chopped ginger, begin to chop ginger but accidentally almost chopped finger off. Ouch.
(Father laughs and points out that it is the ginger that is supposed to be finely chopped, not my finger.) Thanks for clearing that out.
Next two tablespoons of soy sauce. Good no problem.
Zest of one lime. I don't have the right tools!! *rumbles through kitchen cupboards* Hmm this looks fine. zip zip zip, OUCH zipped skin off finger... not good. (Father laughs more)
Juice of one lime. Cut lime in half, no accidents (v.g) but as I squeeze out juice it sprayed in left eye and into cut on finger. ouch (Father leaves kitchen roaring with laughter)
add honey and garlic. No problem.
pour over chicken, for a sticky and zesty lime and ginger chicken! Can't wait
ready now, smells very good! Looks...not sticky at all..
testing it with some rice hope it's good!
hmm kind of feels like one is eating tequila, thanks to lime and salt...
Monday, February 22, 2010
Thursday, February 11, 2010
A tale of a girl
This is a tale of horror...
The thunderstorm is blasting, lighting up the sky with ghostly bright flashes and the wind blows in the willows in the huge, dark yard. In the yard stands also a big, dark, old house, the once white painting almost gone and it stands there bare against the cold, windy night.
A lone wolf howls against the full but shadowy moon in the far distance, but hush... What was that? Was there just flick of light in one of the windows? *
On the top floor of the old house, sits a sweet girl, dressed in a long flow-y white nightgown, doing her Kanji worksheet, when suddenly she hears a strange noise. "What can that be?" she thinks, "Is that music? it sounds familiar, but from where is it coming?
She slipped out of her antique bed, and put on her worn slippers. In her white nightgown she tip-toed through the darkness, looking like a eerie ghost as she followed the sound of the mysterious music.
The chills raced down her spine as she realized that the music was coming from the attic. Cold sweat broke out on her forehead when she remembered from where she knew the music. It was her old creepy doll which has been kept in the attic for many years now. It was given to her as a child, from a very old and strange aunt, which was know in her town for witchcraft. Terrified she ran back to her room and slammed the door. At that moment the power went off. "Oh deary me" she thought and tried to calm her nervs. This can't be. The door slowly opened and she let out a bone-chilling scream as a lightning blasted and showed the doll standing in the doorway.
This story is true, well, the point of me hearing the strange music from the attic and realizing it's coming from a very creepy doll, that I hate... is true, the rest is for drama 'cause we loves it!
*think of kind a Tim Burton-y feeling, tall old naked trees and a large pointy steel gate....
over and out!
The thunderstorm is blasting, lighting up the sky with ghostly bright flashes and the wind blows in the willows in the huge, dark yard. In the yard stands also a big, dark, old house, the once white painting almost gone and it stands there bare against the cold, windy night.
A lone wolf howls against the full but shadowy moon in the far distance, but hush... What was that? Was there just flick of light in one of the windows? *
On the top floor of the old house, sits a sweet girl, dressed in a long flow-y white nightgown, doing her Kanji worksheet, when suddenly she hears a strange noise. "What can that be?" she thinks, "Is that music? it sounds familiar, but from where is it coming?
She slipped out of her antique bed, and put on her worn slippers. In her white nightgown she tip-toed through the darkness, looking like a eerie ghost as she followed the sound of the mysterious music.
The chills raced down her spine as she realized that the music was coming from the attic. Cold sweat broke out on her forehead when she remembered from where she knew the music. It was her old creepy doll which has been kept in the attic for many years now. It was given to her as a child, from a very old and strange aunt, which was know in her town for witchcraft. Terrified she ran back to her room and slammed the door. At that moment the power went off. "Oh deary me" she thought and tried to calm her nervs. This can't be. The door slowly opened and she let out a bone-chilling scream as a lightning blasted and showed the doll standing in the doorway.
This story is true, well, the point of me hearing the strange music from the attic and realizing it's coming from a very creepy doll, that I hate... is true, the rest is for drama 'cause we loves it!
*think of kind a Tim Burton-y feeling, tall old naked trees and a large pointy steel gate....
over and out!
Tuesday, February 9, 2010
Jiya Nihego Blog.
I haven't been blogging at all! why?! The reason why is my busy life and the fact that the all mighty spirit of the blogging world went on a holiday without letting me know. He returned now, but I would have to say that it is not the best time for him to muse me ...during a Chinese culture class. One could be a little hurt. It has also become so that my English is in the state of being heta desu. I have become to think that is because the Nihongo no book has really weird English. I am in the state of trying to speak better ego and see (how that goes.)
What have I done since last time?
*I applied for Universities in Nihon, demo I haven't gotten answers yet. any day now!
*I started school
*I'm bad at not only Japanese, but in ego as well (it has been getting worse slowly)
*I'm even stranger than before
and ... Edda is here!! (applause) which is awesome, I was in the need for a fellow über crazy atama. (not that my friends are normal, you know who you are).
Edda came bringing gifts, and as for me, from Edda, I received iPod Touch Nihon candy.
Burundisu san had a slumber party where everyone was very genki and had a good time with loads of osake (jiya, some people were more genki then others) people came bringing osake and pajamas, I came bearing such things as osake, and and other drinkable mono. I came in my blue shorts but was not the only one!
Singstar was raped (brutally in the unsmeared* anal) and it is safe to say that it is tricky tricky tricky tricky ....
The highlight of the the night (well....besides Edda's return) was when Svava had everyone fighting for breath when she performed a truly Oscar-y version of the word "moan"...in Actionary. Wish I had a video of that...
Over and out
*My blog, my word
What have I done since last time?
*I applied for Universities in Nihon, demo I haven't gotten answers yet. any day now!
*I started school
*I'm bad at not only Japanese, but in ego as well (it has been getting worse slowly)
*I'm even stranger than before
and ... Edda is here!! (applause) which is awesome, I was in the need for a fellow über crazy atama. (not that my friends are normal, you know who you are).
Edda came bringing gifts, and as for me, from Edda, I received iPod Touch Nihon candy.
Burundisu san had a slumber party where everyone was very genki and had a good time with loads of osake (jiya, some people were more genki then others) people came bringing osake and pajamas, I came bearing such things as osake, and and other drinkable mono. I came in my blue shorts but was not the only one!
Singstar was raped (brutally in the unsmeared* anal) and it is safe to say that it is tricky tricky tricky tricky ....
The highlight of the the night (well....besides Edda's return) was when Svava had everyone fighting for breath when she performed a truly Oscar-y version of the word "moan"...in Actionary. Wish I had a video of that...
Over and out
*My blog, my word
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