DO YOU MOTHERFUCKERS EVEN KNOW WHAT MELON PAN IS?!
LIKE. CAN YOU COMPREHEND THE PERFECTION THAT IS MELON PAN?!
Ok: First off, for you fuckin casuals who have never heard of melon pan, it’s like this type of bread that’s sort of shaped like a melon. [billy maes voice]: “BUT WAIT THERE’S FUCKING MORE”
Not only is the bread used a slightly sweater, softer milk bread, but the crust of the bread used is a fucking cookie crust. It’s literally a sugar cookie outerlayer covering the delicious soft sweetish bread innner layer. AND THERE’S SO MUCH YOU CAN DO WITH THAT. You can add chocolate chips or matcha to the cookie dough to change it up a little OR YOU CAN JUST EAT IT PLAIN AND EITHER WAY IT’S JUST SO GREAT.
So yeah, guys, today we gon’ make some mother fucking melon pan.
*OPTIONAL: for Matcha Melon Pan add 1 tsp matcha powder to the bread dough
Ingredients for Cookie Dough-
1-½ cups all purpose flour
½ tsp baking powder
1/3 cup butter
1/3 cup sugar (plus more for the top)
1 large egg, beaten, at room temperature
1 tsp vanilla extract
*OPTIONAL: For Matcha Melon Pan add ½ tsp of matcha powder to the cookie dough
*OPTIONAL: For Chocolate chip Melon Pan add ½ cup of mini dark chocolate chips to the cookie dough (or place them between the cookie dough and the bread dough if you like)
Procedure for Bread Dough-
Put all dry ingredients in a bowl and mix to combine. Once everything’s combined, add the water, egg and vanilla and mix until it’s sticky and moist and shit. If you think it needs more water, add a bit at a time, and if you think it needs more flour, you can add that too.
Once it’s completely combined, place the dough on a flour’d surface, cover your hands in flour, and knead the dough for about 20-30 minutes, and then add the softened butter and knead until that’s fully incorporated.
Place the dough in a greased up bowl and cove it with a towel. Let that shit rest for like 1 ½ hours (or until it doubles) while you make the cookie dough.
Procedure for Cookie Dough-
So now we gotta prepare the cookie dough. In a large bowl, whisk the butter until smooth and creamy and then mix in the sugar.
Add the beaten egg little by little and mix well, then add the vanilla extract.
Mix in the all purpose flour and baking powder (and matcha if you’re using it) and gradually add to the creamed mixture, mixing just until combined. Make sure NOT to knead the dough. THIS DOUGH DOES NOT KNEAD TO BE KNEADED (hah. get it? I wrote knead instead of need. hue. huehue. so funny.)
Roll the cookie dough into a log, wrap with plastic wrap and refrigerate for 20 minutes.
While you’re waiting for dat cookie dough to harden a lil bit, cut the bread dough into approximately 16 pieces, then roll em up into balls and place them on a greased pan and cover it with a towel and let that shit sit there for like 15-20 minutes. Once it’s ready, you can flatten them a TEENY bit so that they’re less ballish.
When the cookie doughs ready, take the log thing out of the fridge and cut them into approximately 16 cookie disk things.
Roll each disk into a ball and then flatten it into a circle that’s big enough to cover almost all of the bread dough.
If you’re using the chocolate chips, place them on the side that will be covering the dough, rather than the outer part, and press down so that they stick.
Cover the bread dough with the cookie dough and cover almost all of the bread dough, leaving a bit of the bottom exposed.
Using a rubber spatula, make little criss cross creases in the dough so that it looks kind of like a melon.
Take about 40-45 to let the dough well up a bit more. I recommend putting that shit in a hot or warm place so that it has a better time heating up and stuff.
During the time they’re taking to proof, preheat the oven to about 375 F.
Take a plate and cover it with sugar, press the melon pan with the creased side into the sugar until it’s covered, then sprinkle off the exess sugar and place the prepared pan onto a greased baking sheet that’s big enough so that they don’t touch.
Let the melon pans bake for about 20 minutes or until they’re browned slightly at the top.
Enjoy that shit with some cute shoujo anime you sick weeaboo freak.
HOT DIDDLY DOO DA WE JUST MADE SOME MELON PAN.
HOW FUCKIN PSYCHED ARE YOU THAT YOU MADE ONE OF THE RADDEST PASTRIES ON THE FUCKIN BLOCK. YOU MUST FEEL SO FUCKIN FLY RIGHT NOW.
Well you’re not that fly, or rad or whatever, because let’s be real no one who’s cried real tears over moe trash shows could ever be that rad (I’m one of those people I’ll admit it. I cried like a lil bitch in the last episode of Yuru Yuri).
BUT HEY, AT LEAST YOU CAN PRETEND YOU’RE RAD WHILE YOU’RE MAKING THIS FAB RECIPE RIGHT?!
Alright kids. Enjoy your freakishly good cookie/bread hybrid as you wipe away tears from your keyboard because you were crying like a shitbaby over your kawaii animu waifu.
There was a lake that my family used to go to when I was younger, in the local area. It was set up like a beach, but obviously not big enough to be called that. I was out in some deep water with an innner tube and my mother. I must have been about 6 or 7 at the oldest. Maybe younger.
My dad was fishing over near an edge, around the corner of a sharp drop off.
I was young, and I had seen a swimming program on TV that day, and being so young and not thinking correctly, I figured I could just take off the inner tube and swim! It sounded easy! I began to take the inner tube off, over my head and telling my mom,
“I can swim!” She kept asking if I was sure, and I kept assuring her. As soon as I handed off the inner tube, down I went.
I started drowning so fast from not taking a breath in that I really don’t think much more then a few seconds went by. I got this weird detached feeling, and I realized I was watching myself flail and drown with bubbles gurgling out of my mouth, almost like watching a movie, but full screened where you just see whats happening, and nothing else around. I then saw my mother dive into the water, and grab ahold of my waist, and pull me up. As soon as my mom pulled my face up, whatever weird soul-form I must have been viewing myself as slammed right back into my body. It was the most surreal experience I’ve ever had.
I don’t know if I can actually classify it as a Near Death Experience, because it happened so fast. But being near death is the only reason I can think of that would make me have an Out of Body Experience out of nowhere like that.
What makes them so passionate for something so strong ? Maybe is the domination .. The inner truth makes them control theirs emotion and tame their wants .But how when a need is a target to be succeed … How can hold in the spiritual lion keeping away of his prey ?? If it catches , it will disembowel it… Fear and range will steam out !!Indignation and fury with out hesitation… So fool .. I hope you enjoy disappointment. cause if it is not fight do not make yourself miserable! It’s not bad if you break the rules some times .But remember the moon has 3 faces and a dark side while stars shining above us ..Time to regather inner strength, reaffirm convictions, reorganize thoughts,Maybe you wanna keep all the world in your hand as a wise emperor but the only thing you can do is watching for shooting stars ! Indecision, paranoia, and jealous rage will trap your soul if you are lucky try and catch a hope behind the luminous carriot of Selene ..Stay outdoors as higher you can and stretch out your palm ..Be patient is the rirst rule ..If Wheel of fortune bless you , you you will heir a precious but also useless treasure if you will not handle it properly .And fool put you in world of magic The surprising appearance of a new passion.The intense enthusiasm and childlike imagination that fuels any new venture, needing only the application of mind and material to make it a success. Inner fire that can drive away fear and replace it with fury.A great work. Achievement, reward, and well-earned recognition , a full cup of wine. Can you overpower me ? Do it if you dare!
I could not find a source image for this photograph of Daumal, but I did find a smaller scan of it from a book that had the following text written underneath:
Rarely did René take on any of the outer trappings of Hindu culture. As a Frenchman and Westerner, he felt that the inner teaching alone is universally accessible to all who genuinely seek it. Nevertheless, in this photo, he agreed to demonstrate the proper method of Padmasana yoga, complete with traditional garb.
She had no idea how they ended up at this point; constant fighting, minimal communication.. it wasn’t right. But..she loved him despite the toxic nature of their relationship. She just wanted the sweet loving Jax she met that night in the hospital. They were now just sat on opposite sides of the sofa, her underwear round one ankle and his seed rolling down her innner leg, and an eye patch over her bruised eye. No words were spoken..the only sound in the room was their breathing.
Kokoro hadn’t been so busy all day and then in rushed several patients from a car accident. Trying to remain calm and collected, she went around checking all the patient’s vitals and conditions, writing them on the clipboards. However, there was one man that appeared to be okay, just a few lacerations here and there. “Hello, I am Shinzaki Kokoro. I am here to check you condition.” she offered him a warm, reassuring smile then went about assessing him.