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Hey! First of all, I want to wish all of my readers a happy new year! Has your week gone smoothly so far! Mine ended pretty rocky since I’ve managed to catch the flu going around *groan*

But that did not stop me from cooking today!

So I just finished this anime called Yuri!!! On Ice, and I thought it was a really good show! In the show, the main character Yuri Katsuki loves katsudon and I feel like it is featured in every episode. I was so moved by the show that I thought I’d honor the show by making katsudon.

Also, here’s a fun fact about katsudon! It’s almost tradition for Japanese students to eat katsudon before huge tests, like entrance exams. That’s because the workd “katsu” sounds the same as 勝つ, which means “to win”! Pretty cool, huh.

If you wanna give this a shot, hit the jump below! Be advised that this recipe is a little bit long, but with enough preparation ahead of time, you can crank out as many katsudon bowls as you want.

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Pukwudgie Common Room

Founded by James, Pukwudgie’s represents his excellent skill in stone architecture and woodcarving in its common room. Beautifully carved furniture and woodwork, highlight well-crafted masonry with walls of hewn granite stone. Deep rich cranberry reds, (Jame’s color contribution to the school) define the accents and decor, from drapes to floor rugs, to plush sofas and chairs, and stained wood. Overall, James’s practical, fun-loving nature gives the house a look that is both expertly-crafted and homey, comfortable, clean, and well-made. 

The first thing to notice about Pukwudgie’s common room is the large hearth, always warm and lit, with plenty of room for study and socializing, the smell of wood smoke and spices drifting through the air. A kitchen is available for those who wish to try their hand at some heartfelt home-made cooking, or practice potions for healing, and attached to it is plenty of dining space for sharing meals or the latest discovery or plan a student has made. The house itself is located on the ground floor, in easy reach of herbs for fruits from the garden.

Additionally there are quite a few surprises, born of Jame’s no-maj origins, from hidden passageways (to get from place to place easier, or to pull pranks!), to useful and even now, modern, muggle inventions, and everything could be done magically is accessible by hand, from lighting the candles to opening the drapes to let the sunlight in, truly making the space feel like it comes from the heart.

d-lewis-avengerwrangler  asked:

Feeling a little better, Babe?

I suppose, I really thought my new housecleaning spell would work. I wasn’t expecting it to teleport most of the furniture to a pocket dimension.

I can’t get the furniture back, Darcy. My favorite backless couch is gone. I can’t sprawl with the cats anymore. This is very a very depressing thought.


Great tips about squared baking dishes!
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This is my technique to square off the base of the oven dishes, it’s much quicker for me to do it this way, rather than throwing the wall separate to the base. Once the pots have firmed up over night they can be flipped and the joint can be reworked.
Another benefit of this technique is the joint can be done without the use of scoring and slip as the clay is the same consistency and shrinks at the same rate avoiding cracking whilst drying.
When I first started making baking dishes I got them so so wrong. I made them far too thin, the thought process being they wouldn’t be too heavy when taking them out of the oven and to the table.
I took the first one I made home and cooked with it, the result of the thin walls meant the outside edges of the food over cooked and left the middle undercooked, not great.
So back to the drawing board, I almost doubled the weight but kept the dimensions the same. It worked perfectly after that little change, the heat could distribute throughout the food slowly and evenly.
I have also gone back to my original design, they are simpler and hold more food!

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Your Song

Anonymous: Could you please write about the reader knowing Matt since they were kids and he used to secretly play the guitar when they were alone, and when they are older (present) he doesn’t play anymore and she misses it, so he tries to play the old guitar he still has.? :)

I was thinking of writing something like this idea a while ago and you requested it! Awesome.

1314 words. Enjoy xx

Your knuckles rapped on the apartment door in front of you. When the door opened, you took in Matt’s sweatpants, t-shirt, and large grin with a wide smile of your own. “Hey Matt.”

He let you in, stepping aside quickly. “I’m cooking dinner now, it should only be another half hour.” He cupped your face gently and kissed your forehead.

He went right back to the kitchen while you nodded appreciatively as the smell of a well-made home cooked meal wafted through the apartment. “It certainly smells good. Thanks, Matt.”

“It’s no problem at all,” he said. You put your slightly large bag down on his couch, walking back to the kitchen. Ignoring his protests, you helped Matt finish up making dinner, talking with him about anything and everything.

You and Matt were very close friends, ever since you were both toddlers. That bond never broke between you two, and perhaps even grew stronger. You stuck with him after his accident, helping him to adjust. And now, on days you had off from your job, you would head over to Nelson and Murdock to visit him, Foggy, and Karen.

A sleepover with Karen was long overdue, but since she was sick, you asked if Matt was doing anything that night. And fortunately, he wasn’t.

“Where did you learn to cook like this, Murdock?” You asked, thoroughly enjoying your best friend’s meal.

He just grinned, “There’s a lot you still don’t know about me, Y/n.” Your lips quirked up in a smile.

After eating, you went to Matt’s room and put your bag on the floor. His closet door was open just a crack, and you thought you saw something familiar inside. Brushing it off, you changed into sweatpants and a t-shirt, quickly forgetting about the item and going back to hang out with Matt.

“Do you remember when we were little?” You asked quietly, your hands playing with his. It was around one in the morning now and you were starting to get tired, so you were both seated on the couch relaxing.

He nodded slowly. “Yes, how can I forget? You still haven’t let me forget about that bet I lost,” he said teasingly, but you heard the affection in his voice.

You thought in silence for a minute. “I’ll be right back,” you said, getting up and heading to Matt’s room. You opened the closet quietly, smiling when you saw the object from before. You looked it over in your hands, feeling the smooth light brown wood and the six metal strings of Matt’s old guitar.

You brought it back to the living room, handing it to Matt. As soon as he felt it, his mouth parted in surprise. “How did you know I had this?”

“I saw it before,” you said, shrugging your shoulders. “Tune it?”

Matt sat up straight, moving his fingers lightly over the strings, turning the pegs one at a time. Some of the strings sounded so terrible, but slowly, you began to hear the old melody of a guitar. You hadn’t played in forever, probably ever since Matt had first went to college.

“I missed this guitar,” you said, sitting back on the couch and watching Matt caress the strings lightly, music barely reaching your ears. “It still sounds perfect.”

“We paid good money for this,” he joked, and you nodded.

“That was two summers worth of work,” you laughed with your best friend.

You fell silent again, small melodic vibrations filling the atmosphere. It felt good to be there with just Matt, to feel like you were young again, or back in his old home, playing songs and singing together when no one was there. Both of you without a care in the world.

He began to strum a tune lazily, but then had an idea. “I’ll play something, and you tell me what it is.”

You grinned. “Sounds fun.”

It took a while for him to figure out the chords and notes, but once he did, it was like he never stopped playing. He did this for a while, going through movies and shows and old songs from the 60s and 70s, oftentimes making you laugh. An hour later, you let him just play whatever he wanted while you watched and listened.

You noticed that his hands were so gentle with the instrument, and his face showed concentration. His soft brown hair fell over his face, and you smiled. He really needed to get it cut soon. You tilted your head slightly. Or maybe not.

He started to hum, making you focus back on what he was playing. “Is that Journey?” You asked.

He nodded. “I don’t remember the chords, though.”

You nodded, biting your lip. “Could you sing a song, maybe?” You asked hesitantly. Matt’s hands froze for a second, so you continued, “I really miss it-you playing, I mean.”

“Y/n, I don’t really remember…” He trailed off, “Maybe…”

Your eyes lit up as his fingers moved across the frets, finding their place. You watched him swallow almost nervously. “I do remember one song.”

“Alright,” you said, sitting cross legged on the couch next to him, waiting.

He started to play, the song coming naturally to him. “It’s a little bit funny,
this feeling inside…”

You immediately recognized it, your eyes widening slightly. It was a song you used to play all the time while he listened, one of your favorite songs by Elton John.

It had been a long time since he had played, and you couldn’t believe this was the song he chose to remember. His voice was still the same-a little off-and the guitar was old, but it was just as beautiful as you pictured.

“You can tell everybody, this is your song. It may be quite simple but now that it’s done, I hope you don’t mind, I hope you don’t mind that I put down in words… How wonderful life is while you’re in the world.”

When he finished, you reached over, took the guitar from his hands, and placed it on the coffee table. You pulled him in for a hug, resting your head on his shoulder. “That was beautiful. Thank you, Matty.”

He smiled against your head. “I’ve always remembered that one.”

You pulled back, resting your hands on the sides of his face, his resting on your waist. “Why that song?”

His hazel eyes fell to your lips. “One of those things you still don’t know about me, I’ve always wanted to sing it to you.” He paused, “Do you know why?”

You shook your head, staring at him.

“Because you deserve it. You’re beautiful, every time you used to sing it I tried to remember it as best as I could. Your voice, the way you laughed when you finished as if you weren’t good enough to sing it in the first place. That-everything you do-drives me crazy. And I fell in love with you, Y/n.”

You didn’t know what to say, you had nothing to say to that. He said the one thing you never had the courage too. So you did what you could, leaning in and kissing him gently.

“This is one thing we never did back then,” he whispered, his face an inch from yours.

“I wish we did,” you told him honestly.

He smiled, his eyes sparkling. “Me too, Y/n.”

You kissed him again. “Then we can make new memories now.”

“And I can play you all the songs you want,” he laughed, resting his forehead on yours. “Sound good?”

You closed your eyes, “It sounds perfect, Matty.”

Concept: You work in retail, a customer walks in. She is a regular, and always looking to start some shit, and wouldn’t you know, she has a complaint about the pricing of something or other. She is rude and angry and causes a scene like always, demands to speak to your manager, and after twenty minutes of complaining and insulting you leaves with a gift card. You curse her under your breath, but try not to let her ruin your day because tonight is date night, and your significant other has something special planned.
That night your SO picks you up, and on the drive to their home they tell you they’ve made a home-cooked dinner for you, they hope you like it. On the drive there you let them know about the latest visit of the customer from hell, they laugh along with you and agree the woman is ridiculous and in the wrong. You walk up to the front door with them, and they nervously explain that it is in fact a dinner with their family, who they would very much like you to finally meet. You are nervous but excited, and upon entering the house are greeted with a chorus of cheery hellos.
And then it happens. You look up and lock eyes with the woman they introduce as their mother.
She is the customer from hell.
Dinner is awkward, to say the least.

We’re facing a kind of food revolution, and my generation is driving it.

Not so long ago, when fast-food giants reigned supreme, takeout meant cheap, quick, greasy meals. But a recent Goldman Sachs report found that people under 35 are now demanding food that’s fresh and healthful — as well as fast.

That’s good news for food entrepreneurs like Charley Wang. “We don’t want something that everyone and anyone can have,” Wang says. “We want something that has soul, that has personalization to it.”

Wang is co-founder of Josephine, an Oakland. Calif.-based startup that connects home chefs in the San Francisco Bay Area looking to break into the food marketplace with folks in their neighborhood who are hungry for a good meal.

Why One Startup Is Offering Meals Made By Home Cooks And Middle-Schoolers

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