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Hi! I was wondering if we had any people who are willing to translate some Bleach doujins from Japanese to English on this community. If you are interested could you give Rachel a poke at DoujinshiAdoptions@gmail.com or you could visit http://doujinshiadoptions.net/main.htm
To make this post seem less lonely I here with another one of my horrible 15 minute drabbles. Awful
Title: Chocolate Cake
Rating: PG
Summary: Rukia cooking.
WARNING BAD COOKING AHEAD
I really do advise you NOT to read. Honest.
Oh well, it's your fault.
Rukia felt so invigorated to try it. She remembered reading about it in a book, but at the time it’d seemed impossible, dangerous. Ichigo could walk in on her at anytime. His family could walk in on her at anytime. So when Ichigo had walked in and told her: My father and sisters are going on a holiday far, far away; Rukia was excited about trying it out. Ichigo was studying for test in his room so Rukia didn’t have to worry about him walking in on her.
Ever since Ichigo had mentioned something about ‘birthday’ she’d threatened the rest of the information out of him. Another crazy human tradition….. So Rukia decided to back Ichigo a cake.
Rukia dragged the ingredients she’d bought after school from behind some containers in the kitchen pantry.
Rukia tied the pink frilly apron on, but not without some scowling.
Step 1: Preheat the oven to 350 degrees F. Done
Step 2: Line circular cake tin with non-stick paper. Done
Step 3: Beat the eggs with sugar, mix with flour, cocoa powder, baking powder and vanilla extract. So Rukia threw the eggs into the bowl, smashed their shells repeatedly with her wooden spoon, added 1 cup and sugar, 2 cups and flour, 4 tablespoons and cocoa powder, 2 teaspoons and baking powder, and 1 teaspoon and vanilla extract. Hmm, maybe the spoons and cup melt in the oven. She ‘beat’ the mixture, meaning she repeatedly hit the mixture with her wooden spoon. No wonder everyone calls cooking stress relief….. I really should get Ichigo and his father to try this.
Step 4: Scoop all the mixture into the cake tin, and bake at 350 degrees F for 50minutes. Done.
For the frosting….
Step 1: Melt 250g of Milk chocolate in a pan, add ½ teaspoon of vanilla essence, and add 2/3 cup of cream. Looks nice.
Oven timer rings.
Rukia removed the cake from the oven onto a cooling rack. She let it cool for awhile before removing it from the tin and onto a plate. Spooning the icing on top she stood back to admire her handiwork. Rukia Shoved a few candles in not bothering to count them because Orihime had said that people do not like to be reminded of their age. She ascended the stairs with her cake in her hands, singing involuntarily and only because Ichigo had mentioned that people sang to wish the person good luck. It was quite bad on your ears because she was singing at the wrong pitch so she sounded like a dying cat, and she had the words mixed up too.
“What the hell are you doing Rukia?”
“I made you a birthday cake!”
Ichigo sniffed suspiciously at it before taking a bite to chew on, but suddenly stopped. Rukia watched Ichigo splutter and turn a nice shade of green before fainting, falling heavily onto the ground.
“Maybe the cups didn’t melt enough?”
To make this post seem less lonely I here with another one of my horrible 15 minute drabbles. Awful
Title: Chocolate Cake
Rating: PG
Summary: Rukia cooking.
WARNING BAD COOKING AHEAD
I really do advise you NOT to read. Honest.
Oh well, it's your fault.
Rukia felt so invigorated to try it. She remembered reading about it in a book, but at the time it’d seemed impossible, dangerous. Ichigo could walk in on her at anytime. His family could walk in on her at anytime. So when Ichigo had walked in and told her: My father and sisters are going on a holiday far, far away; Rukia was excited about trying it out. Ichigo was studying for test in his room so Rukia didn’t have to worry about him walking in on her.
Ever since Ichigo had mentioned something about ‘birthday’ she’d threatened the rest of the information out of him. Another crazy human tradition….. So Rukia decided to back Ichigo a cake.
Rukia dragged the ingredients she’d bought after school from behind some containers in the kitchen pantry.
Rukia tied the pink frilly apron on, but not without some scowling.
Step 1: Preheat the oven to 350 degrees F. Done
Step 2: Line circular cake tin with non-stick paper. Done
Step 3: Beat the eggs with sugar, mix with flour, cocoa powder, baking powder and vanilla extract. So Rukia threw the eggs into the bowl, smashed their shells repeatedly with her wooden spoon, added 1 cup and sugar, 2 cups and flour, 4 tablespoons and cocoa powder, 2 teaspoons and baking powder, and 1 teaspoon and vanilla extract. Hmm, maybe the spoons and cup melt in the oven. She ‘beat’ the mixture, meaning she repeatedly hit the mixture with her wooden spoon. No wonder everyone calls cooking stress relief….. I really should get Ichigo and his father to try this.
Step 4: Scoop all the mixture into the cake tin, and bake at 350 degrees F for 50minutes. Done.
For the frosting….
Step 1: Melt 250g of Milk chocolate in a pan, add ½ teaspoon of vanilla essence, and add 2/3 cup of cream. Looks nice.
Oven timer rings.
Rukia removed the cake from the oven onto a cooling rack. She let it cool for awhile before removing it from the tin and onto a plate. Spooning the icing on top she stood back to admire her handiwork. Rukia Shoved a few candles in not bothering to count them because Orihime had said that people do not like to be reminded of their age. She ascended the stairs with her cake in her hands, singing involuntarily and only because Ichigo had mentioned that people sang to wish the person good luck. It was quite bad on your ears because she was singing at the wrong pitch so she sounded like a dying cat, and she had the words mixed up too.
“What the hell are you doing Rukia?”
“I made you a birthday cake!”
Ichigo sniffed suspiciously at it before taking a bite to chew on, but suddenly stopped. Rukia watched Ichigo splutter and turn a nice shade of green before fainting, falling heavily onto the ground.
“Maybe the cups didn’t melt enough?”