Osmanthus Jelly
Hi everyone!
Have you guys ever tried osmanthus jelly? Its like the greatest thing ever. I can eat it until I'm sick and still continue eating it. It's really easy to make and it's....moderately healthy and extremely cooling when the weather gets bad. mmhmmm. So...I have prepared an osmanthus jelly recipe to share with you all!
First, we need osmanthus flowers. I get these from a shop that sells all kinds of dried chinese food. Like dried chrysanthemum flowers and osmanthus for tea, wolfberries and all that. Now don't get distracted by the smell. I know it smells great but ples focus.
Ok next we need some jelly powder. Agar(for vegeterians) or jell-o (whatever you call that) is fine, but i prefer to use konnyaku powder. It gives the...really ince consistency. Jell-o is too sticky and agar is too crunchy.
Ok wolfberries aren't necessary but we need water and some sugar. Ok first we boil some water. Then dump in the osmanthus. Don't brew for too long or the tea will get kinda acidic and taste like shit. Like that horrid taste at the back of your mouth like when i drink yucks green tea from a certain fast food chain i will not mention.
After letting the flowers brew for about 2 minutes, dump the powder in and stir stir and switch off the heat. Add sugar to taste. You can sieve out the flowers if you want to. I prefer to leave them in. Dump the (soaked until puffy) wolfberries in and pour that stuff into moulds and refrigerate and tadaaaa!!!!
You will never eat anything again for the rest of the week!
I will not be held responsible for any death or injury resulting from (your) negligence in the kitchen.
Well I hope you guys enjoyed this short post and I look foward to sharing more nice things with you all! Bye bye!
Turtle signing off!
hahahah im kidding. Have a hhyl ficlet.
Warning: dubious consent, drug use, Jing
Sheesh its hhyl why do I still have to warn you
M18 ah don't say i neh say!!
Osmanthus
Osmanthus flowers fall,
A reflection of yellow in the lake.
The moon startles the wind,
But the sparrows are asleep.
Outside the walls, the streets were still messy from the festival. Elaborate lanterns hung from windows and the sticks in children's hands, open flame swung about messily. Noisy youths squabbled over a marble picking game and goldfish swirled uneasily in the tub. The full moon had long waned, but the festivities in the streets continued for weeks.
Standing by the window, Lu Cang regarded the crescent moon for a few moments. It wasn't very late, but he had long since lost interest in a book of poems. Below, the courtyard lay empty save small candlelight. The rice paper pages crinkled and turned in a gust of wind. Sighing, he shut the book on the table and placed an inkstone to keep it from opening. The night was slightly cold, comfortingly so, and he left the window open as he stripped down for bed.
Many things were like tea, he mused.
.................
He dreamt of dancing girls and overboiled tea. Sweet. Bitter. Osmanthus.
The moon had risen beyond the window, fluttering leaves rested on the blanket. It was past midnight now, and the stars were the only light he could see, except for the bright red lanterns of the brothel district. Lu Cang blinked slowly at the distant glow.
Street full of whores.
The night laughed in reply.
He shook the leaves off the blanket and slinked back to the dark corner the large bed. A sweet scent crept along the intricate carvings of the nanmu bedframe, a cold tendril of air that would get colder still. On the other side of the bedroom wall, Jing stood in the antechamber, quietly dusting his robes before visiting his lover.
In the darkness, he draped his outer robe on a chair and slipped into bed. Although half asleep, Lu Cang turned his body to face Jing. Even in the cold, he detected a soft fragrance in the air around his partner. A sweet, unfamiliar scent. His brows furrowed.
"Ah, you are awake," Jing breathed, gathering Lu Cang into his arms. There were flowers in his hair, flowers in his clothes, flowers in his touch, flowers on his bed. Lu Cang's eyes snapped open. He pulled away and gingerly sat up. The smell of perfume gently permeated the room. It was soft and pleasant, it smelled like spring. Like home, like someone the emperor would love.
"Mmm, feeling restless? Why didn't you say?" Jing snaked a hand around Lu Cang's stomach, suggesting sins to his tingling ear.
"Ah, no..." Unsure of how to react, Lu Cang hesitantly unwound Jing's hand from himself and inched away. His stomach churned. The bed they shared smelled like another woman. One of many others still. No wonder Jing came so late tonight, drenched in the scent of harem perfumes.
"You should sleep," Lu Cang reasoned bitterly, "today must have been tiring for you." He turned away from Jing laid back down, stuffing the blanket to his face to keep the sweet smell out.
"What are you saying?" The shameless devil chuckled, "You know I don't tire easily..." A fair hand slipped into Lu Cang's robes and trailed down his abdomen. Lu Cang really did not know what to say. Jing had spent the entire night playing with some other concubine and he had audacity to come into his bed and touch him while smelling like....osmanthus blossoms. Shuffling slightly, Jing shifted his bodyweight onto the lump that was Lu Cang.
"They all wear out so quickly, that's why I have you, ah." Whispering hotly into Lu Cang's ear, his hands snaked further down dipped into the waistband of his night pants. Lu Cang wanted to vomit. The pretty little flowers blooming in his lungs made him sick.
Heavens! "Have you had enough?" He snapped. What was the point in keeping him in the palace? His life was full of dancing girls and overboiled tea.
He tried to wriggle out of Jing's tightening grasp and managed a half sit before being pushed down again. Jing was grinning with teeth, obviously enjoying Lu Cang's little fit. He crawled onto Lu Cang and gripped his wrists in a tight vice before he got a chance to punch anything.
"Mm, why so agitated? You know I can't control myself when you look so cute," Jing teased. His hair fell over his shoulders and tickled Lu Cang's flushed face. Osmanthus. "You-- Let me go!"Jing's hair was drenched in that smell. Just how long did they--??? He could not breathe. He thrashed about indignantly, unintentionally rubbing Jing the wrong way.
"Just let me fuck you," Jing all but moaned, and crashed into him like a hurricane.
........................
While their mouths engaged in a fierce battle, Jing briskly stripped the white undergarment off Lu Cang's shoulders and tied his wrists behind his back. Pinned under Jing's body, he could only writhe in vague objection, while Jing secretly enjoyed the pleasant friction.
Pui! Lu Cang spat to the side as soon as the assault on his lips eased. Immediately, Jing seized his jaw between his strong fingers.
"Nngh..." His powerful hand ground the bones together until Lu Cang's lips parted involuntarily. He then kissed him hard again on the lips, this time using his tongue. He shoved a knee between Lu Cang's thighs and ripped open the front of his pants, grinding that sensitive place aggressively. When he paused to disrobe, Lu Cang turned to the side and tried to wriggle away, despite knowing clearly they were well past the point of no return.
"Enough!" Lu Cang was hurt and angry at the same time. He just wanted to sleep it away - he neither had the physical nor emotional strength to deal with Jing's behaviour.
Jing nonchalantly retrieved a small bottle from his under robes before tossing the white garment to the side, sending a waft of fragrance washing over Lu Cang. It felt absolutely filthy, the osmanthus blossoms crawling up his skin. Jing gripped his bicep firmly and flipped him back to face him. His hair looked blue in the faint moonlight, his skin was like snow. Lu Cang blinked slowly.
"Why...do you smell like that?" He finally muttered as Jing touched him greedily.
"I went to Concubine Gui," Jing replied nonchalantly, inhaling a patch of Lu Cang's neck before shamelessly marking the skin with his mouth.
"I see." Lu Cang sighed and sunk further into the pillows. That was disconcertingly specific. Hands slipped behind his knees and raised his his legs apart. He heard a bottle pop open and the spicy smell of a heavy drug slowly clouded over the sweet scent.
Do you not steal to share?
"...I see," he repeated. Cold, slick fingers entered him, easily loosening him and bringing heat to his loins. He let his legs fall ajar, his arms were growing numb. He looked out of the window and closed his eyes, the constellations imprinted on the insides of his eyelids.
Heat radiated from his abdomen and made his head fuzzy. A thick, hot thing had replaced the fingers inside of him, it stretched him to the limit and made him tremble. The stars spun in the sky, dragging the night into a roiling pit of lust. He arched his back and moaned with abandon, like some demented wolf howling at the wrong moon.
...........................
Jing had long gone by the time the sun came up. Lu Cang stared drearily at the spots of sunlight on the blanket.
Like falling osmanthus flowers.
Have you guys ever tried osmanthus jelly? Its like the greatest thing ever. I can eat it until I'm sick and still continue eating it. It's really easy to make and it's....moderately healthy and extremely cooling when the weather gets bad. mmhmmm. So...I have prepared an osmanthus jelly recipe to share with you all!
First, we need osmanthus flowers. I get these from a shop that sells all kinds of dried chinese food. Like dried chrysanthemum flowers and osmanthus for tea, wolfberries and all that. Now don't get distracted by the smell. I know it smells great but ples focus.
Ok next we need some jelly powder. Agar(for vegeterians) or jell-o (whatever you call that) is fine, but i prefer to use konnyaku powder. It gives the...really ince consistency. Jell-o is too sticky and agar is too crunchy.
Ok wolfberries aren't necessary but we need water and some sugar. Ok first we boil some water. Then dump in the osmanthus. Don't brew for too long or the tea will get kinda acidic and taste like shit. Like that horrid taste at the back of your mouth like when i drink yucks green tea from a certain fast food chain i will not mention.
After letting the flowers brew for about 2 minutes, dump the powder in and stir stir and switch off the heat. Add sugar to taste. You can sieve out the flowers if you want to. I prefer to leave them in. Dump the (soaked until puffy) wolfberries in and pour that stuff into moulds and refrigerate and tadaaaa!!!!
You will never eat anything again for the rest of the week!
I will not be held responsible for any death or injury resulting from (your) negligence in the kitchen.
Well I hope you guys enjoyed this short post and I look foward to sharing more nice things with you all! Bye bye!
Turtle signing off!
hahahah im kidding. Have a hhyl ficlet.
Warning: dubious consent, drug use, Jing
Sheesh its hhyl why do I still have to warn you
M18 ah don't say i neh say!!
Osmanthus
Osmanthus flowers fall,
A reflection of yellow in the lake.
The moon startles the wind,
But the sparrows are asleep.
Outside the walls, the streets were still messy from the festival. Elaborate lanterns hung from windows and the sticks in children's hands, open flame swung about messily. Noisy youths squabbled over a marble picking game and goldfish swirled uneasily in the tub. The full moon had long waned, but the festivities in the streets continued for weeks.
Standing by the window, Lu Cang regarded the crescent moon for a few moments. It wasn't very late, but he had long since lost interest in a book of poems. Below, the courtyard lay empty save small candlelight. The rice paper pages crinkled and turned in a gust of wind. Sighing, he shut the book on the table and placed an inkstone to keep it from opening. The night was slightly cold, comfortingly so, and he left the window open as he stripped down for bed.
Many things were like tea, he mused.
.................
He dreamt of dancing girls and overboiled tea. Sweet. Bitter. Osmanthus.
The moon had risen beyond the window, fluttering leaves rested on the blanket. It was past midnight now, and the stars were the only light he could see, except for the bright red lanterns of the brothel district. Lu Cang blinked slowly at the distant glow.
Street full of whores.
The night laughed in reply.
He shook the leaves off the blanket and slinked back to the dark corner the large bed. A sweet scent crept along the intricate carvings of the nanmu bedframe, a cold tendril of air that would get colder still. On the other side of the bedroom wall, Jing stood in the antechamber, quietly dusting his robes before visiting his lover.
In the darkness, he draped his outer robe on a chair and slipped into bed. Although half asleep, Lu Cang turned his body to face Jing. Even in the cold, he detected a soft fragrance in the air around his partner. A sweet, unfamiliar scent. His brows furrowed.
"Ah, you are awake," Jing breathed, gathering Lu Cang into his arms. There were flowers in his hair, flowers in his clothes, flowers in his touch, flowers on his bed. Lu Cang's eyes snapped open. He pulled away and gingerly sat up. The smell of perfume gently permeated the room. It was soft and pleasant, it smelled like spring. Like home, like someone the emperor would love.
"Mmm, feeling restless? Why didn't you say?" Jing snaked a hand around Lu Cang's stomach, suggesting sins to his tingling ear.
"Ah, no..." Unsure of how to react, Lu Cang hesitantly unwound Jing's hand from himself and inched away. His stomach churned. The bed they shared smelled like another woman. One of many others still. No wonder Jing came so late tonight, drenched in the scent of harem perfumes.
"You should sleep," Lu Cang reasoned bitterly, "today must have been tiring for you." He turned away from Jing laid back down, stuffing the blanket to his face to keep the sweet smell out.
"What are you saying?" The shameless devil chuckled, "You know I don't tire easily..." A fair hand slipped into Lu Cang's robes and trailed down his abdomen. Lu Cang really did not know what to say. Jing had spent the entire night playing with some other concubine and he had audacity to come into his bed and touch him while smelling like....osmanthus blossoms. Shuffling slightly, Jing shifted his bodyweight onto the lump that was Lu Cang.
"They all wear out so quickly, that's why I have you, ah." Whispering hotly into Lu Cang's ear, his hands snaked further down dipped into the waistband of his night pants. Lu Cang wanted to vomit. The pretty little flowers blooming in his lungs made him sick.
Heavens! "Have you had enough?" He snapped. What was the point in keeping him in the palace? His life was full of dancing girls and overboiled tea.
He tried to wriggle out of Jing's tightening grasp and managed a half sit before being pushed down again. Jing was grinning with teeth, obviously enjoying Lu Cang's little fit. He crawled onto Lu Cang and gripped his wrists in a tight vice before he got a chance to punch anything.
"Mm, why so agitated? You know I can't control myself when you look so cute," Jing teased. His hair fell over his shoulders and tickled Lu Cang's flushed face. Osmanthus. "You-- Let me go!"Jing's hair was drenched in that smell. Just how long did they--??? He could not breathe. He thrashed about indignantly, unintentionally rubbing Jing the wrong way.
"Just let me fuck you," Jing all but moaned, and crashed into him like a hurricane.
........................
While their mouths engaged in a fierce battle, Jing briskly stripped the white undergarment off Lu Cang's shoulders and tied his wrists behind his back. Pinned under Jing's body, he could only writhe in vague objection, while Jing secretly enjoyed the pleasant friction.
Pui! Lu Cang spat to the side as soon as the assault on his lips eased. Immediately, Jing seized his jaw between his strong fingers.
"Nngh..." His powerful hand ground the bones together until Lu Cang's lips parted involuntarily. He then kissed him hard again on the lips, this time using his tongue. He shoved a knee between Lu Cang's thighs and ripped open the front of his pants, grinding that sensitive place aggressively. When he paused to disrobe, Lu Cang turned to the side and tried to wriggle away, despite knowing clearly they were well past the point of no return.
"Enough!" Lu Cang was hurt and angry at the same time. He just wanted to sleep it away - he neither had the physical nor emotional strength to deal with Jing's behaviour.
Jing nonchalantly retrieved a small bottle from his under robes before tossing the white garment to the side, sending a waft of fragrance washing over Lu Cang. It felt absolutely filthy, the osmanthus blossoms crawling up his skin. Jing gripped his bicep firmly and flipped him back to face him. His hair looked blue in the faint moonlight, his skin was like snow. Lu Cang blinked slowly.
"Why...do you smell like that?" He finally muttered as Jing touched him greedily.
"I went to Concubine Gui," Jing replied nonchalantly, inhaling a patch of Lu Cang's neck before shamelessly marking the skin with his mouth.
"I see." Lu Cang sighed and sunk further into the pillows. That was disconcertingly specific. Hands slipped behind his knees and raised his his legs apart. He heard a bottle pop open and the spicy smell of a heavy drug slowly clouded over the sweet scent.
Do you not steal to share?
"...I see," he repeated. Cold, slick fingers entered him, easily loosening him and bringing heat to his loins. He let his legs fall ajar, his arms were growing numb. He looked out of the window and closed his eyes, the constellations imprinted on the insides of his eyelids.
Heat radiated from his abdomen and made his head fuzzy. A thick, hot thing had replaced the fingers inside of him, it stretched him to the limit and made him tremble. The stars spun in the sky, dragging the night into a roiling pit of lust. He arched his back and moaned with abandon, like some demented wolf howling at the wrong moon.
...........................
Jing had long gone by the time the sun came up. Lu Cang stared drearily at the spots of sunlight on the blanket.
Like falling osmanthus flowers.