#Miso stew udon

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料理トリビアのまとめ #0015

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味噌煮込みうどん 北陸の郷土料理

味噌煮込みうどんは、富山県を中心に食べられている郷土料理の一つです。具材としてうどんを使い、味噌ベースの濃厚なスープで煮込んだ料理です。富山県では、冬季に特に愛される温かい料理として知られています。 一般的な味噌煮込みうどんの作り方は次の通りです： 1. 具材の準備 豚肉や野菜（キャベツ、にんじん、玉ねぎなど）を適当な大きさに切ります。富山県の地域によって、具材のバリエーションは異なる場合があります。 2. 味噌ベースのスープの作成 味噌、出汁、醤油、みりんなどを使って味噌ベースのスープを作ります。地域によって、使われる味噌の種類や調味料は異なることがあります。 3. 煮込み うどんをスープに入れ、具材と一緒に煮込みます。野菜や豚肉の旨みがスープに移り、うどんがスープの味を吸収して、深い味わいを出します。 4. 仕上げ 野菜や肉が柔らかくなり、うどんがスープを吸収するまで煮込んだら、器に盛り付けます。最後に、お好みで刻みネギや天かす、唐辛子などをトッピングすることがあります。 味噌煮込みうどんは、濃厚でコクのある味噌スープが特徴で、野菜やうどんがスープの旨味をたっぷり吸い込んでいます。冬季に温かいスープとして親しまれ、富山県の地元の人々や観光客に愛されています。

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Miso stew udon Local cuisine of Hokuriku

Miso nikomi udon is one of the local dishes eaten mainly in Toyama Prefecture. This dish uses udon noodles as an ingredient and is simmered in a rich miso-based soup. In Toyama Prefecture, it is known as a warm dish that is especially loved during the winter. A typical recipe for miso stewed udon is as follows: 1. Preparation of ingredients Cut pork and vegetables (cabbage, carrots, onions, etc.) into appropriate sizes. Depending on the region of Toyama Prefecture, variations of ingredients may vary. 2. Make miso-based soup Make miso-based soup using miso, dashi, soy sauce, mirin, etc. The type of miso and seasonings used may vary depending on the region. 3. Stew Add the udon noodles to the soup and simmer with the other ingredients. The flavor of the vegetables and pork transfers to the soup, and the udon noodles absorb the flavor of the soup, giving it a deep flavor. 4. Finishing Simmer until the vegetables and meat are tender and the udon noodles have absorbed the soup, then serve in a bowl. Finally, you may add toppings such as chopped green onions, tenkasu, or chili peppers to your liking. Miso Nikomi Udon is characterized by a rich and rich miso soup, and the vegetables and udon noodles soak up the flavor of the soup. It is popular as a hot soup during the winter and is loved by locals and tourists in Toyama Prefecture.

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豊橋市浜道町北側 の＜みそと豆富、時々うどん お寺。で、この地域の料理満載の「名物ランチ」2200、デザートは「給食で出たようなプリン」280。

Famous local dishes lunch set of such as miso stewed udon noodles and tofu dengaku, and Pudding at Otera, Kitagawa, Hamamichi cho, Toyohashi city. Aiche prefecture.

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Monday, the bank calls you.

Not your regular account. Not the grocery card. Not even the one labeled Do Not Touch Unless Set on Fire.

This is the offshore one. The account you made at seventeen with a forged ID and a shady teller who offered a complimentary fake passport with every deposit.

It now contains six figures.

You stare at the balance in horror.

The deposits are labeled with things like:

“For College (or Bail)”

“Emergency Lasagna Fund”

“In Case of Death (Mine, Not Yours)”

You squint harder.

The last one is underlined.

You march out of the bedroom, phone in hand. 

“Toshinori Yagi,” you bark like a woman on the edge of a felony.

There is no answer.

Only the faint chemical sting of lemon disinfectant and the kind of villain-level bleaching usually reserved for crime scenes and divine judgment.

The apartment is immaculate.

Not tidy. Not straightened. Spotless.

The furniture gleams like it’s been oiled with angel tears. The fridge hums like it’s proud of its GPA. The knives are alphabetized. Alphabetized. How? There is a laminated label on the toaster that reads, IN CASE OF ZOMBIES, UNPLUG FIRST.

You stare at it.

Then you slowly turn your head and find him.

He is wiping the windows like a man attempting to erase original sin. His combat socks are still on. He is tucked into a massive apron that reads Kiss the Cook or Else in bold, slightly threatening font.

“Are you having a breakdown?” you ask carefully. “Because villain lairs shouldn’t be this clean. It feels illegal.”

He doesn’t look up. “I am a villain. Not a degenerate. Also, I replaced your blender. The old one lost to a banana last week. It was time.”

You narrow your eyes. “Are you nesting? Are you pregnant with vengeance?”

He does not respond.

Which is exactly the kind of guilty silence you’d expect from a man plotting high-level treason disguised as domesticity.

You step back.

Your heel hits something hard.

You look down.

It’s a laminated chart titled How to Comfort Tenko If I’m Dead.

Right beside it sits an entire tray of lovingly labeled freezer meals. Chicken soup. High-iron curry. Miso comfort bowls. Each one features a sticker of a smiling bear and the words Please don’t cry into this.

You pick one up.

“Grief Stew?”

“It’s high in protein,” he says. “And it reheats evenly.”

You drop the lid like it burned you. “Are you planning to die?”

He offers you a pancake shaped like a cat.

You take it.

You don’t eat it. But you do hold it like it might answer your questions if squeezed hard enough.

He watches you with the blank serenity of a man who has either just finished his will or buried evidence under your begonias. Possibly both.

You slowly place the pancake back on the plate.

“This is suspicious.”

All Smite calmly wipes the counter with a fresh cloth. “Suspicion is a perception. Pancakes are tangible. And fluffy.”

You begin stalking the kitchen like a private investigator one coffee away from a breakdown.

You fling open the fridge. A full inventory is magneted to the door. Color-coded by expiration date. You scan the list. At the bottom, in a tidy little box, it reads: Emergency Ice Cream Rations — Tenko Tier Only.

You shut the fridge.

You open the freezer.

The top shelf is a culinary battlefield.

Every container labeled with passive-aggressive care: If I Die, Eat This and Hug Tenko. Chicken Soup for the Traumatized Soul. Revenge Lasagna. Sad Udon (Extra Noodles).

You close the freezer with the calm of someone deciding whether or not to commit arson.

Then you turn to him.

He is now polishing the stovetop with gentle precision, as if it were the last thing he’d ever do.

“Have you gone soft in the head?”

“I’ve gone proactive,” he replies, like this is an HR meeting.

“You’re disappearing at night. You’ve got a vitamin calendar for my nephew. You deep-cleaned the toilet. Men don’t deep-clean toilets unless they’re terminal or hiding a war plan.”

He pauses just a second too long.

Then gestures to the living room like a proud, deranged raccoon. “I also shampooed the carpet.”

You leave the kitchen before you can scream.

You march into the den. You dig into the cabinet. You pull out the stack of suspicious paperwork that had been bulging like a guilty conscience.

Beneath the tax folders and a 1996 rice cooker manual, you find it.

A half-burned blueprint. Soot around the edges. Scrawled over with red Sharpie like someone lost a battle with a rage monster. The words ALL FOR ONE scream at you from the top.

You stare.

Long and hard.

Then you turn slowly as he leans into the doorway.

“That’s a forgery,” he says gently.

You hold it up. “Your signature is on the back.”

“I sign a lot of things.”

You storm back to the kitchen.

Tenko is sitting cross-legged on the floor, sipping a juice box and watching a video labeled So You Want to Be a Combat Liability: Episode Two. Grandpa Gran Torino’s voice is yelling something about posture and emotional detachment.

The child looks up, calm as a monk. “Did you see the grief stew?”

“Yes,” you grind out. “I saw the grief stew.”

Tenko sips his juice. “It smells good.”

You pinch the bridge of your nose so hard your soul flickers.

You march back to the kitchen. You slap the freezer shut like it owes you money.

“I want the truth,” you hiss.

All Smite, now folding dish towels into crisp origami shapes, glances up with an innocent deadpan. “I’m just being responsible.”

“Responsible for what?”

He doesn’t answer.

Instead, he offers you a packet titled Letters You Probably Shouldn’t Open Yet.

You slap it down onto the counter.

“Stop nesting like a disgraced goose.”

His mouth twitches.

“I’m not nesting.”

“Then what are you doing?”

He smooths a corner of the towel. “Making sure you and Tenko are okay. If something happens.”

You go silent.

Not for long.

Your chest feels too tight. His voice was too calm. Too steady. The kind of voice someone uses when they’ve made peace with something awful.

You step forward. 

“You’re going to fight him.”

He doesn’t blink. 

“I’m going to end him.”

“...But you’re not planning to come back.”

A pause.

Long. Quiet. Cold.

He shrugs.

“I’m making room. Just in case.”

You want to scream. To throw something. To shake him until that stupid stoicism cracks and leaks the truth all over your clean tile floor.

Instead, you smack the cat pancake off the plate.

“Fine,” you say. “But if you die, I’m feeding Tenko nothing but cereal and resentment.”

His gaze drifts toward you, faintly amused. “He’s allergic to artificial red dye.”

You shriek in rage.

And also, just a little, in fear.

By Wednesday, Gran Torino breaks into your home.

Not walks in. Not rings the bell. Breaks in.

You are holding a basket of laundry in one arm and a banana in the other, halfway through deciding whether to fold socks or emotionally disassociate, when the front door explodes inward with all the grace of a disgruntled landmine.

Gran Torino storms through like a delinquent vacuum salesman who sells threats instead of warranties. Smoke follows him. You do not ask why.

“I’m taking the kid,” he announces, as drywall flakes off the wall behind him.

You stare.

“Do you people know how to ring a doorbell?” you say flatly. “Also, it’s hello, my favorite adopted niece. The bare minimum.”

He ignores you. Completely. Just tracks muddy boot prints across your recently sanitized floor and eyes the hallway like he’s in a hostage negotiation.

You blink once, slowly. “And for what, exactly, are you kidnapping my emotionally unstable gremlin for?”

“School prep.”

That’s it. That’s all he says.

As if that explains everything. As if storming a civilian residence with a hero license and a death glare is normal behavior for standardized testing.

Before you can respond, Tenko appears behind you.

He is already dressed.

He is already helmeted.

He is already holding a water bottle that says "Property of Future Hero" in Sharpie, as if anyone would dare steal from a child with that many traumas and the potential to vaporize furniture.

You look at him.

You look at Gran Torino.

You look down at your banana.

Then, with the resignation of someone who is no longer driving their own life, you drop it onto the floor.

“Fine,” you mutter. “Just—don’t let him get emotionally manipulated by any sad villains until after math class.”

Tenko salutes like he’s been trained by military raccoons.

Gran Torino grunts.

Then they both vanish.

Literally vanish.

Through the window.

You don’t even try to stop them.

Somewhere in the kitchen, a timer dings. It’s the grief stew. Again.

You sit down on the floor beside the laundry basket and pick up a sock. You don’t fold it. You just stare at it while your brain tries to put together a flowchart that explains how this is your life now.

Outside, tires screech.

Inside, the freezer hums.

Upstairs, Toshinori is probably sewing emotional closure into a trauma quilt or alphabetizing Tenko’s battle cries.

You don’t cry.

You just pick up your banana from the floor.

You eat it in silence.

Because someone in this house has to pretend things are normal.

Even if it’s you. And even if it’s Wednesday.

Thursday brings further confusion.

You meet your neighbor, Inko Midoriya. She arrives bearing muffins, warmth, and the kind of calm concern that usually precedes an intervention or a surprise parent-teacher conference. She’s soft-spoken, sweet-faced, and has the quiet intensity of someone who pays attention for sport.

Her son peeks out from behind her like a nervous bookmark. Green eyes, too big for his head. A spiral-bound notebook clutched to his chest with all the desperation of someone who has taken notes on how to breathe. You’re almost afraid to ask.

“Hi,” he says shyly. “Is your household always this loud?”

“It’s not loud,” you lie with the boldness of someone who once hid a grief stew in the crawl space. “It’s… spirited.”

He nods solemnly, like that makes perfect sense. Like he’s already filing it under quirky but manageable in his hero statistics database. You immediately feel guilty. You are lying to a child. You’re probably also giving him trauma secondhand.

Before you can recover, All Smite walks by shirtless, sweating, and holding a duffel bag that clinks. You hear the unmistakable sound of blades. On the side of the bag, in cheerful block letters, is a label that reads: Precision Throwing Tools for Emotional Release.

“Tenko,” he calls out a window, tone light and terrifying, “training montage in ten.”

Then he vanishes toward the backyard, leaving behind the faint scent of exertion and justice.

Izuku has stopped blinking. His hand is moving so fast across his notebook that you swear the pencil starts to smoke.

Inko gently touches your arm.

“Do you think Izuku could play with Tenko, when he’s free?” she asks softly.

You open your mouth. No sound comes out.

What you want to say is:

Tenko is currently doing backflips over emotionally charged sandbags. He gets vitamins on a timer and fights metaphorical demons before breakfast. Last week he drew a chalk outline of All For One and practiced combat declarations with a literal Supervillan in the kitchen. The toaster is labeled for zombie preparedness. There is no normal here.

But you just stare.

“Sure.”

Inko gives you a kind smile and pats your shoulder with the infinite grace of a woman who has already survived many things, including toddler meltdowns, hero documentaries, and the horrors of PTA.

She presses another muffin into your hand.

You eat it.

You don’t deserve it.

But you eat it anyway.

And when she and her small gremlin genius finally walk away, you close the door, lean your forehead against it, and whisper into the wood.

“We’re gonna break that child.”

From the backyard, you hear Toshinori shout, “Believe in your vengeance arc, Tenko!”

And Tenko screams, “I’m not crying, I’m releasing trauma vapor!”

You sink to the floor and wonder if Inko has another muffin.

Or possibly a therapist.

Or possibly both.

That night, you wake to the sound of armor.

Not footsteps, not creaking floorboards, not the usual muttering into a training log. Armor, metal, and memory—the kind of noise that should only exist in warzones or documentaries narrated by trauma survivors.

You slip down the hallway barefoot, guided more by instinct than intention. The door to the spare room is cracked open. Just enough to see.

Inside, All Smite is packing.

Not a duffel. Not an overnight bag. Not even his go-bag labeled In Case of Regret or Aliens.

Armor.

Real armor. Weighted. Fitted. Burnished by time and grief. The kind that doesn’t get worn unless the wearer intends to bleed. Each dent is a scar. Each buckle a confession.

He doesn’t notice you at first, but the mirror does. He sees your reflection. His hands are slow. They do not stop.

You say nothing.

Because you already know.

You think about the laminated charts, the comfort meal plans, the grief stew, and the way he started folding socks with militarized precision, like fabric origami would somehow soften the blow.

You think about the child in the next room. A boy with too many ghosts and a plastic nightlight shaped like a hero’s mask, finally sleeping without flinching.

Your throat is dry. Your fists are clenched.

But there’s nothing to ask.

He is preparing to die.

And he is doing it quietly, carefully, as if perfect freezer labels could replace presence, as if alphabetized knives and apology waffles could stand in for a man who once held a dying city in his bare hands.

You leave.

You go back to Tenko’s room, crawl into bed beside him, and wrap your arms around his small, warm frame like that might stop anything from leaving. You stare at the ceiling, eyes open. Wide. Raw.

You do not cry.

But your chest feels hollow. Like a stitch popped in a favorite shirt. Like a thread yanked too hard.

Okay, you do cry a little, but only after you’ve locked yourself in the closet.

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"Eat This!" or Akane Makes Good on a Threat

Genre: Comedy

Tags: Akane & Ranma, RanAka, Akane Tendo has had enough, Akane comes out on top

Chapter Word Count: 2,222

Status: Completed

A/N: Helps if you read the manga or saw the original run! Am I cleaning up fics I may have written 20 years ago because there’s a new Ranma 1/2? Yea, maybe. But mainly because the internet told me to. Disclaimer, I was 13 ✨

Summary: What began as a nice lunch for her fiancé snowballed into taking drastic measures just to force him to eat her concoctions. How will Akane get Ranma to ever eat her cooking?

The Tendo home was known for the volatility of its inhabitants. Legends of their strength paled only against the rumors of their property damage. Screams and crashes were a regular occurence. Not to be outdone by their houseguests, there were also tales of something much more harrowing surrounding the youngest daughter and heir to the Tendo School of Anything Goes Martial Arts. 

**

"Just a little bit more kelp and your lunch should be finished, Ranma!" Akane grinned as her fiance naively entered the kitchen.

Caught off guard by the sudden threat to his well being, a large sweat drop beaded on the back of his head. "Oh... Akane... you didn't have to. Really! I'll be fine eating what the rest of the family is eating," Ranma laughed nervously. From out of nowhere, a wooden sign cut through the air and dug itself into the wall in front of the pig-tailed martial artist. Recognizing it as one of his meddling father's, his eye twitched agitatedly at the message, "Eat it like a man... so we don't have to!"

"Really, it was no trouble and I think this won't make you sick! I've been working really hard and Kasumi's been giving me lessons. Just wait! You'll see, it's great!" Akane beamed earnestly, her eyes shining expectantly.

Looking at that face, Ranma's resolve softened, wanting to believe there was a possibility that the meal would be edible. However, the unrecognizable stains on her apron coupled with past experience shattered his delusion immediately. He tiptoed over to the stove where Akane had been slaving all day and chanced a peek into the pot. The putrid smell of over boiled kelp was an affront to his senses and, while Ranma couldn't place exactly what was stewing, he could only imagine what liberties Akane had taken with the traditional recipe. "There's just a... rainbow of flavor in that pot, isn't there?" he asked, easing away.

Akane's gleeful face fell immediately, her tone flattening in turn. "Well, gee, Ranma. Do you always say what's on your mind or is this just my lucky day?" Akane bared her gritted teeth as she held the ladle threateningly.

Ranma could already feel the familiar sensation of a knot forming as he waited fo the ladle to come crashing down on his head. After a moment's pause, he threw his gaze at the short-tempered girl to find her scooping a helping of the mystery meal.

"Just... try it," Akane sighed, offering the ladle expectantly. "Please?"

He could feel every pair of eyes of the Tendo family and his father's boring holes into his back as they mentally urged him to eat the concoction. Compelled by the pressure and the defeated look on Akane's face, he apprehensively leaned toward the utensil, a grimace carved into his face. With his eyes making a final, wavering connection with Akane's, he resigned to feel the warm substance slide down his throat.

There was a collective pause of suspense where Genma and the Tendo's waited for some indication that the food was palatable.

"What? Too spicy?" Akane questioned frantically as a fat tear rolled down Ranma's stony face.

"Um... no. I always cry when I eat curry udon," he blanched, still trying to catch his breath from what he'd just swallowed.

Akane's weight shifted onto her right foot disappointedly. "It's miso soup.." she murmured. 

"Well, the upside is: this is the longest I've stood after eating your cooking," Ranma smiled weakly, still calculating whether poison control or Dr. Tofu would be a faster solution.

Crash.

"Did I say something wrong?" Ranma inquired before collapsing to the floor beneath the weight of Akane's ladle.

"No.. nothing out of the ordinary anyways.." Nabiki sighed shaking her head.

**

The next day, smoke billowed out of the Tendo kitchen in thick, menacing tendrils of grey vapor as a stew set to simmer bubbled in its pot. Akane stood over the brew, triumphantly wiping her hands on her stained apron. "Ranmaaaaa!" she sang as she held a steaming bowl of egg drop soup in shaky hands. She calmly made her way to the dining room table where the Tendo's and Saotome's sat enjoying dinner as reliably prepared by Kasumi.

Ranma gulped audibly, his chopsticks threatening to snap as his grip on them tightened in apprehension. "I think I'd uh... prefer to, you know... just eat Kasumi's tempura." Ranma stuttered anxiously. "And live..." he unconsciously added.

Akane's eye jerked viciously as she chucked the bowl at Ranma's head. Not only did she succeed in making a direct hit, but the contents spilled over his stunned form as the others looked on, shocked. Her shoulders tensed as stalked back up to her bedroom without eating supper.

"That is the LAST time he will EVER say anything like that about my cooking! He will eat my cooking, one way or another!" she vowed through gritted teeth, tears threatening to spill from her eyes.

**

A week passed since Akane’s grand proclamation but she was no closer to figuring out how to carry out her plans. It wasn't until that afternoon at lunch that she got her first big break thanks to the typically unassuming Kasumi.

"Oh, Nabiki, honestly. Just try some of the shiitake mushrooms. You're a big girl now, you must eat what is served." Kasumi chided motherly.

"Kasumi, you know I don't like mushrooms. I don't understand why you insist on me eating them," Nabiki drawled as she pushed food around on her plate.

"How would you know? You haven't tried them yet and, besides, I've been slipping them into the sukiyaki for months now and you liked them well enough,” Kasumi stated matter of factly as she continued bustling about the table with dishes to complete the spread.

"No you haven't, I would have noti-" Nabiki paused in mid sentence. It was true, she had been eating mushrooms all along and Kasumi, in her innocent wiles, had seduced her into ingesting the very food she loathed yet she hadn't noticed at all. She rather enjoyed it. While Kasumi’s admission didn’t hold a tinge of ill will, the shared discomfort in recognizing her cunning caused everyone around the table to exchange wary glances.

"Anyway, boy, there's this training ground in Kyoto I want to take you to. It could be a little risky but I'm willing to sacrifice your wellbeing to teach you to be the man among men I promised my young wife some sixteen years ago..." Genma recalled, a nostalgic tear tracing down his aged face.

A swift kick from Ranma grounded Genma's wandering mind. "After Jusenkyo and that whole Cat-fu business, I'd think you would have learned by now that your ideas end in me gettin' into trouble!" Ranma growled, his teeth bared.

“Ranma, you listen to your father, I know best!” Genma advised as he wrestled Ranma into an awkward but forceful headlock. “I mean, look at the martial artist I’ve grown to be!”

Ranma begrudgingly struggled in his father’s arms. As his opponent reared his head back in an audacious guffaw, Ranma saw an opening and exploited it mercilessly. Before Genma could fathom his loss, he was sailing through the sky in an arc toward the koi pond and the meal had commenced. “You can’t make me go so suck on that, old man!”

“Wait a minute, I got it!” Akane’s eyed widened with her sudden inspiration. So as not to show her hand, she began slowly picking at the food before her, an imperceptible smile pulling at her features.

**

Akane was not the mastermind that Nabiki was nor was she the homemaker Kasumi was. Akane only really knew how to approach a situation exactly as she was, headstrong and with brute strength. But if she’d learned anything, it was that sometimes the best strategy is maintaining the element of surprise and in a manner her opponent may never see coming.

“I guess the only way I can get him to eat is to beat him in a fight. But, how? It pains me to admit it but I couldn’t possibly beat Ranma. The first time we met he crushed me and he’s only gotten better. I mean, he knows so many new and… unconventional techniques. There’s got to be another way…” Akane mused, sprawled across her bed.

**

“Oh no, she’s at it again. It’s been weeks. And that’s the third dish she’s dropped this morning,” Nabiki sighed nonchalantly flipping through her magazine on the couch.

Kasumi sat with the shadow of a grimace on her face as another plate went crashing to the ground. Her knuckles had become white from where she’d been wringing her apron on the couch resigning not to helicopter around Akane in the kitchen.

“Pops, do you think we could go on that training trip now?” Ranma groaned as the thought of trying another one of Akane’s dishes or getting hit with one set in.

“Nope, too late.” Panda!Genma stuck up his nose as he flashed Ranma a sign, crossing his arms.

**

Grunts of frustration and anger sounded from the kitchen, a chorus that had become common whenever Akane cooked lately. After one particularly loud, shuddering shriek, the family decided to sneak out to escape experiencing whatever she’d been pouring her emotions into.

Steam sifted through the house as another cry was accompanied with the clanking of pots and pans. Finally, Akane emerged from the ravaged kitchen, unscathed and glistening. Sweat made the fabrics of her clothes hang heavy from her body, fatigue settled into every muscle. She lurched to her bedroom to retrieve her toiletries before retiring to the bath to soak her unseen injuries. She had hell to clean up before everyone returned home but it was ready. She was ready. She was finally ready for Ranma Saotome to eat his words.

**

The next day, the air around the house seemed charged. While no one wanted to address the elephant in the room regarding Akane’s recent culinary experiments, Kasumi was never one to properly read the room. “Akane, I see you’ve prepared another dish for Ranma to sample, ne?” she asked gently as Akane emerged from the kitchen.

“Kasumi!” Ranma groused enunciating every syllable in exasperation. Having continuously refused to eat anything Akane prepared and the whole family evacuating the night before, Ranma estimated Akane’s Uncute Barometer was close to blowing and Kasumi had just signed his death warrant.

“No, I actually made this for myself,” Akane sneered at Ranma flippantly as she took her usual seat beside him. “There can be no slip ups tonight…” she reminded herself as dinner was initiated and the Saotome’s began to engorge themselves. The dish she had prepared was edible, she was positive. After all, she had been practicing and she’d never eat something she wasn’t sure of. However, cooking wasn’t the only thing she had been practicing.

She had finally figured out the only technique to assist in defeating Ranma. The very technique that would bring him down for sure. The realization may have been quick but she had been practicing the technique for weeks now and she finally felt it was time to put her plan into action. With crinkled eyes and upturned lips, she absently picked at her own creation of stuffed squid. She acknowledged the fact that it wasn’t Kasumi’s cooking but it was adequate for her needs. She slowly began increasing the speed at which she picked up her food and waited until the heat of dinner, where Genma and Ranma fought over toppings, before she pushed herself to the max. Everyone was too enthralled in the daily fight for food that one one noticed Akane’s plate clearing up faster than even Genma’s.

“Kasumi, I gotta tell ya, I dunno what you’ve been doing differently but tonight was delicious!” Ranma yawned rubbing his stomach, a satisfied grin on his face.

“Why… thank you, Ranma,” Kasumi smiled demurely.

“Man, I’m stuffed! I gotta go lay down..” he yawned.

Genma glared at him calculatingly and demanded suddenly, “Ranma, my boy, have you been practicing? I’ve not come close to filling up..”

“Yes, I noticed that I got half of what I normally scrape up for dinner, Ranma. I commend you on your enthusiasm of the art but ask that, next time, you think of the rest of us,” Soun chimed in.

“Well, I haven’t been practicing or doin’ anything different..” Ranma scratched his head lamely.

“That’s impossible, your speed has almost doubled, Ranma. Don’t hold out on us, boy, what have you been doing?” Genma interrogated as he and Soun began a menacing advance.

“No-nothing! I-I swear!” Ranma protested. His recent splurge made his movements sluggish which made him easy prey. The realization made his eyes widen in fear.

Nabiki stood up to get a closer look at the inevitable fight while Kasumi put her hands up to her mouth. “Please, not in the house!” she cried.

Akane sat at the dining room table, hands folded neatly in her lap with a weak but gleeful smile on her face. “All it takes is a few more dinners of me sneaking my cooking in with Kasumi’s and he’ll be ready for a full dish in no time.” she pondered deliriously as the effects of her training slowly began to take its toll. “But curse the effects of the Parlay Du Foie Gras…”

[gaann]

味噌煮込みうどん(かしわ )

Lunch on Jul.8th,2023

Udon noodles stewed in miso broth with chicken.

[flawediamond]

🇯🇵 Japanese Recipes Masterpost

Anko (Red Bean Paste)

Butadon (Grilled Pork Rice Bowl)

Chukadon (Stir-fried Pork, Seafood and Vegetables Rice Bowl)

Curry Rice (Chicken Stew with Rice)

Curry Udon (Chicken Stew with Noodles)

Sapporo Curry (Chicken Soup)

Curry Powder

Daigaku Imo (Candied Sweet Potatoes)

Dashi (Seafood and Mushroom Soup Stock)

Goma Dare (Sesame Sauce)

Gyoza (Pan-fried Pork and Cabbage Dumplings)

Gyudon (Beef Rice Bowl)

Happosai (Stir-fried Pork, Seafood and Vegetables)

Hayashi Rice (Beef and Mushroom Stew with Rice)

Horenso Gomaae (Sesame Spinach Salad)

Kakuni (Braised Pork Belly)

Karaage

Karepan (Curry Bread)

Katsu Curry (Pork Cutlet with Curry Rice)

Katsudon (Pork Cutlet and Egg Rice Bowl)

Chicken Katsudon (Chicken Cutlet Rice Bowl)

Manju (Sweet Steamed Buns)

Kewpie Mayonnaise

Mayu (Scorched Garlic Oil)

Miso

Mentsuyu (Fish Soup Stock)

Mochi

Nikuman (Steamed Pork Buns)

Okonomiyaki (Cabbage Pancake)

Oshiruko (Red Bean Soup)

Oyaki (Dumplings)

Oyakodon (Chicken and Egg Rice Bowl)

Ponzu

Ramen

Satsuma Age (Deep-Fried Fish Paste)

Shogayaki (Ginger Pork)

Soba (Buckwheat Noodle Soup)

Soba Noodles (Buckwheat Noodles)

Okinawa Soba (Buckwheat Noodle Soup with Pork, Fish and Pickled Ginger)

Oroshi Soba (Buckwheat Noodle Soup with Fish and Grated Radish)

Toshikoshi Soba (New Year's Eve Buckwheat Noodle Soup)

Yaki Soba (Stir-fried Buckwheat Noodles with Meat and Vegetables)

Yaki Soba Sauce

Sukiyaki (Beef and Vegetable Stew)

Tamagoyaki (Sweet Rolled Omelette)

Tanindon (Beef and Egg Rice Bowl)

Tempura (Deep-fried Seafood and Vegetables)

Tentsuyu (Tempura Dipping Sauce)

Teriyaki Chicken (Grilled Chicken)

Teriyaki no Tare (Teriyaki Sauce)

Tonkatsu (Pork Cutlet)

Tonkatsu Donburi (Pork Cutlet and Cabbage Rice Bowl)

Tonkatsu Sauce

Tsukemen (Dipping Noodles)

Udon (Wheat Noodles)

Miso Nikomi Udon (Chicken and Mushroom Noodle Soup)

Nabeyaki Udon (Mushroom, Shrimp and Egg Noodle Soup)

Niku Udon (Beef Noodle Soup)

Yaki Udon (Stir-Fried Noodles with Pork and Vegetables)

Yakiniku no Tare (Grilled Meat Sauce)

[lucky-clover-gazette]

Top 5 soups?

1. pumpkin/butternut squash (bisque or stew, with bread to dip)

2. chicken and tortellini

3. chili (it counts)

4. udon soup with lemongrass, chicken, egg drop, etc

5. summer corn and zucchini chowder

other contenders: ramen with poached egg, wonton soup, minestrone, matzoh ball soup, miso soup with tofu

[sparklingandtwinkling]

Delicious Party♡Pretty Cure Characters as Mobians

🍀🐱🩷🦊🍙💙🐶🥪💛🐲🍜💜🍧🍀🐱

Cures:

Yui Nagomi/Cure Precious - Light Brown Fox/Bright Pink Fox

Kokone Fuwa/Cure Spicy - Dark Azure Labrador/Bright Blue Labrador

Ran Hanamichi/Cure Yum-Yum - Brown Asian Water Monitor/Yellow Asian Water Monitor

Amane Kasai/Gentlu/Cure Finale - Dark Purple Monkey/Silver Monkey/Blonde Monkey

She was formerly part of the Bundoru Gang as the phantom thief Gentlu until she was rescued by the Cures

Faires:

Kome-Kome II - Fox Cure Flicky (Energy Flicky)

Energy Fairy of Rice

Fairy partner of Cure Precious

When she combines forces and transforms with Yui, she enters her "rice ball form"

She is able to transform into human form at will, due to her special status

She is also able to help herself and her friends travel between other worlds, such as CooKingdom, by using the stored powers inside her jewel brooch. The same power can also be used by herself to time-travel once in her life. However, doing so can use up her stamina

Pam-Pam - Dog Cure Flicky (Energy Flicky)

Energy Fairy of Bread

Fairy partner of Cure Spicy

When she combines forces with Kokone, she enters "sandwich form"

She is able to transform into human form at will

She is able to make things more stylish with her magic

Mem-Mem - Dragon Cure Flicky (Energy Flicky)

Energy Fairy of Noodles

Fairy partner of Cure Yum-Yum

When he combines forces with Ran he enters his "bowl form"

He is able to transform into human form at will

He is able to breathe fire to attack his enemies

He can do noodle fortune-telling, in which he can detect the location of noodle-based Recipepes, by using power stored in his jewel. But doing so will use up a lot of his energy

Magical Allies:

Rosemary - Lilac Peacock

Rosemary came from CooKingdom in search of the Recipe-Bon.

He has high beauty standards and knows cosmetology. He also cries often and is emotional.

After Godatz’s arrest he is responsible for training the Cook Fighters.

CooKing - White Hare

He is the king of CooKingdom.

CooQueen - Pale Pink Deer

She is the queen of CooKingdom.

Ginger - Calico Japanese Bobtail Cat

He was Rosemary, Fennel, and Cinnamon's master, and the leader of the Cook Fighters.

Cerfeuil - Light Brwon Irish Terrier

She was a Cook Fighter apprentice at CooKingdom, but after the Delicious Stone chose her, she is now a Cook Fighter.

Kome-Kome I - Fox Energy Flicky

Kome-Kome's predecessor

Recipepes

Omurice Recipepe

Karaage Recipepe

Pudding Recipepe

Curry Rice Recipepe

Soft Serve Ice Cream Recipepe

Sandwich Recipepe

Rice Ball Recipepe

Heart Bread Recipepe

Curry Bread Recipepe

Veggie Soup Recipepe

Corn Soup Recipepe

Beef Stew Recipepe

Fried Shrimp Recipepe

Ramen Recipepe

Gyōza Recipepe

Chahan Recipepe

Kanitama Recipepe

Shrimp Dumpling Recipepe

Spring Roll Recipepe

Sakura Mochi Recipepe

Hamburger Recipepe

Fries Recipepe

Takoyaki Recipepe

Tarako Pasta Recipepe

Potato Salad Recipepe

Hamburger Steak Recipepe

Miso Soup Recipepe

Salmon Roe Rice Bowl Recipepe

Whitebait Rice Bowl Recipepe

Meat Sauce Pasta Recipepe

Hot Dog Recipepe

Meat and Potato Stew Recipepe

Parfait Recipepe

Fruit Punch Recipepe

Shortcake Recipepe

Chocolate Cake Recipepe

Roast Chicken Recipepe

Shaved Ice Recipepe

Minazuki Recipepe

Crêpe Recipepe

Doughnut Hole Recipepe

Pizza Recipepe

Paella Recipepe

Barbecue Recipepe

Meat-Stuffed Green Pepper Recipepe

Ice Cream Recipepe

Candy Recipepe

Sushi Recipepe

Omuhayashi Recipepe

Pilaf Recipepe

Chūkadon Recipepe

Shiratama Dango Recipepe

Yakisoba Recipepe

Seafood Yakisoba Recipepe

Udon Recipepe

Sōmen Recipepe

Soba Recipepe

Pumpkin Pie Recipepe

Oden Recipepe

Pita Bread Sandwich Recipepe

Almond Tofu Recipepe

Candied Apple Recipepe

Tamagoyaki Recipepe

Tamago Kake Gohan Recipepe

Christmas Cake Recipepe

Villians:

Godatz/Fennel - Brown Maine Coon (Good)/Purple Maine Coon (Bad)

He is the leader of Bundoru Gang, who wants to steal all of the Recipepes so he can own all types of cuisines.

His real identity is known as Fennel who was the Imperial Guard Captain for CooKingdom and one of Ginger's students.

Narcistoru - Pale Green Moose

A general of the Bundoru Gang.

Narcistoru is a self-proclaimed genius who invents new items to make the Ubauzo stronger.

With Gentlu no longer a part of the Bundoru Gang, Narcistoru takes over with the mission of capturing Recipepes, but later gets arrested and imprisoned in CooKingdom.

Secretoru - Dark Green Panther

A general of the Bundoru Gang who has an insidious way of speaking.

After Narcistoru is arrested and imprisoned in CooKingdom, Secretoru takes over with the mission of capturing Recipepes.

Spiritoru - Silver Tech Boar

A robot made by Narcistoru, who is powered by the Delicious Stones.

Spiritoru was originally programmed with Narcistoru's tastes in mind as well as being very kind with cheerleader-like tendencies, but after Secretoru reprogrammed him, Spiritoru became serious and more task-oriented.

Family:

Hikaru Nagomi - Brown Wolf

Yui's father.

Hikaru works as a fisherman, and is currently on a fishing trip with Shinada Monpei.

Akiho Nagomi - Brown Fox

Yui's mother, and owns Nagomi Diner.

Yone Nagomi - Light Brown Fox

Yui's late grandmother.

She was well-known for inspiring Yui with her quotes and kindly helping others when she was alive.

Shousei Fuwa - Black Labrador

Kokone's father, who owns Restaurant Du Lac with his wife.

Hatsuko Fuwa - Dark Azure Labrador

She is Kokone's mother, who is the menu developer and ingredient purchaser for Restaurant Du Lac.

She is nicknamed the Genius Taster.

Koshinosuke Hanamichi - Brown Panda

Ran's father, and owns a ramen shop called Panda Hut.

Tsurune Hanamichi - Brown Asian Water Monitor

Ran's mother.

Together with her husband, they run the ramen shop Panda Hut, while always being on the same wavelength.

Run Hanamichi - Peach-Brown Panda

Ran's younger sister.

Rin Hanamichi - Brown Panda

Ran's younger brother.

Botan Kasai - Gray Monkey

Amane's father.

Is the owners of Fruit Parlor KASAI.

Shuichi Kasai - Black Monkey

Amane's mother.

Is the owners of Fruit Parlor KASAI.

Mitsuki Kasai - Gray Monkey

Yuan's twin brother and Amane's older brother.

He works at Fruit Parlor KASAI.

Yuan Kasai - Black Monkey

Mitsuki's twin brother and Amane's older brother.

He is a black belt karate athlete and also works at Fruit Parlor KASAI.

Supporting People:

Takumi Shinada/Black Pepper - Brown Jaguar/Silver Jaguar

Nagomi Yui's childhood friend.

He is a third-year student at Shinsen Middle School.

His family owns a guest house called Fuku-An.

His alter ego is the Cook Fighter, Black Pepper, also nicknamed BlaPe by the Cures.

He has a crush on Yui.

Monpei Shinada - Black Jaguar

Takumi's father, and one of Ginger's students.

He is currently on a fishing trip with Yui's father.

An Shinada - Golden Brown Leopard

Takumi's mother.

She works at Nagomi Diner, and owns the guest house, Fuku-An.

Todoroki - Gray Siberian Husky

He is the Fuwa family's butler.

On CureSta, he goes by the username of Solomogu.

Wakana Tamaki - Zebra

A second-year female student and also Yui's friend from Shinsen Middle School's soccer club.

She is athletic and deligent, but also caring.

Iroha Endo - Light Brown Komodo Dragon

A second-year female student from Yui, Kokone and Ran's class in Shinsen Middle School.

Risa Takada - Dark Blue Springer Spaniel

A second-year female student from Yui, Kokone and Ran's class in Shinsen Middle School.

Ena Nagase - Magenta Fennec Fox

A second-year female student from Yui, Kokone and Ran's class in Shinsen Middle School.

Moe Yamakura - Black Lemur

A third-year female student and the the vice president of the Shinsen Middle School student council.

Back when she couldn't do well in a piano competition, she was emotionally crushed until Amane told her not to overthink and gave her fruit punch to cheer her up.

Matasaburo Asai - Gray Ferret

Is an old friend of Yone prior to Yone's passing, and was also acquainted with Rosemary's master, Ginger.

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Previously: 🌊🌴💄 | Next: ❌

[40sandfabulousaf]

大家好! Once in awhile, Pa asks me to share ice cream and waffles with him, so I took him to a Taipei-inspired cafe which serves waffles made with dark chocolate and chocolate ice cream. As we ate, we discussed current affairs, the war in Gaza and what the global community feels about it. Most countries have been alarmed by the soaring death toll and repeatedly called for a permanent ceasefire. The videos and news reports in this post speak for themselves and show how the rest of the world feels.

Israel is ramping up flows of humanitarian aid into Gaza but efforts have been bumpy. The WCK has begun distributing hot meals of stew and rice to starving Palestinians. On the other hand, aid convoys from Jordan were attacked by Israeli settlers. This resulted in aid convoys having to dump some of their cargo, including food, flour and other critical supplies, meaning, there's less for those in Gaza who desperately need them. Still, it's a start and a bumpy start is better than nothing. We're following this news closely for improvements to humanitarian aid deliveries into the devastated area and whether there're any more Israeli attacks.

What we're watching even more closely - what appear to be the start of Israeli incursions into Rafah. Already, innocent children have died as a result. Wasn't Israel supposed to evacuate the Palestinians safely before commencing any attack? Why is the US silent about it and why is it continuing to arm Israel when it claimed to be against any attacks on Rafah? Not sorry, I find the Biden administration duplicitous when it repeatedly says one thing and does another. At this point, many of its actions don't match up to its words and it makes the US look like it doesn't walk the talk at all.

Wednesday was a public holiday and Pa wanted to have lunch together. We visited a Japanese restaurant we hadn't been to. Their specialty is fish, so Pa ordered grilled seabream with rice, miso soup, edamame, wakame and pickles and I chose tonkotsu udon. He finished the entire fish! 😮 I prefer udon to ramen, so the noodles were perfect - highly slurpable and QQ. The lightly salted, milky collagen-filled broth was also good. The pork, whilst yummy, was a tad fatty, but the overall dish was pretty tasty. After that, we washed everything down with local tea for Pa and local coffee for me.

The global community has been calling for a permanent ceasefire and two-state solution for some time. The parties standing in the way of peace are Israel and countries which continue to arm it. If other nations choose to act on their anger and displeasure, they're only doing so to make their voices heard. A multipolar world is forming even more quickly the more they feel oppressed. And you know what? About bloody time. 下次见!

[travel-journal-from-shirokane]

Akafuji, Restaurant(Yamanashi, Japan) 赤富士★★

I ate a pumpkin hoto at Akafuji (^o^)

Hoto is a hot pot dish stewing flat Udon noodles and vegetables in miso soup (^o^)

On the way to Akafuji, I could see the beautiful top of Mt. Fuji (^o^)v

Early in the New Year, it will bring good luck to me ！！

赤富士でかぼちゃほうとうを食べて来ました(^o^)

赤富士に向かう途中、富士山のてっぺんが綺麗に見えました(^o^)v

新年早々、縁起がいい！！

[teamiyake]

miso stewed udon.

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[cooking256]

もつ鍋 九州の料理

もつ鍋は、豚のもつ（内臓）を主な材料とした日本の鍋料理で、主に九州地方、特に福岡県の郷土料理として知られています。 1. もつ（豚の内臓）を使用 もつ鍋では、主に豚のもつ、特に小腸やセンマイ（第二の胃）を使います。もつは柔らかく煮込まれ、コリコリとした食感が楽しめます。 2. 白濁スープ 一般的には鶏ガラベースのスープに、味噌や豆乳を加えてクリーミーな白濁スープとなります。野菜や豆腐、ニラなどが入ります。 3. 卓上で煮込む 専用の鍋で卓上で煮込むのが一般的で、食材を煮込みながら少しずつ楽しむスタイルです。 4. 多彩な食材 もつ以外にも、キャベツやもやし、シイタケ、ニラ、豆腐、うどんやラーメンなど、様々な食材が入れられます。 5. 食べ方 もつは具材と一緒にスープで煮込んで食べたり、ポン酢や辛子などをつけて食べるのが一般的です。

✄🔪🥄🍽✄🔪🥄🍽✄🔪🥄🍽✄🔪🥄🍽

motsunabe Kyushu cuisine

Motsunabe is a Japanese hot pot dish that uses pork offal (innards) as the main ingredient, and is primarily known as a local dish of the Kyushu region, especially Fukuoka Prefecture. 1. Using motsu (pig internal organs) Motsu nabe mainly uses pork offal, especially the small intestine and senmai (second stomach). The offal is stewed until soft and you can enjoy the crunchy texture. 2. Cloudy soup Generally, miso and soy milk are added to chicken bone-based soup to create a creamy, cloudy soup. Contains vegetables, tofu, chives, etc. 3. Stew on the table It is generally simmered on the table in a special pot, and is enjoyed little by little as the ingredients are simmered. 4. Various ingredients In addition to offal, you can add a variety of other ingredients such as cabbage, bean sprouts, shiitake mushrooms, chives, tofu, udon, and ramen. 5. How to eat Offal is commonly eaten by simmering it in soup with other ingredients, or by dipping it with ponzu sauce or mustard.

[kyotomiyake]

miso stewed udon.

Look!   Trip adviser’s attractions in Kyoto platform Fushimi https://www.viator.com/tours/Kyoto/Fushimi-Inari-Arashiyama-Bamboo-Grove-Golden-Temple-Day-Trip/d332-415512P3 Gion https://www.viator.com/tours/Kyoto/Kyoto-Luxurious-plan-including-tea-ceremony-with-wearing-kimono/d332-415512P1 Learning Japanese(Preply) https://preply.com/ja/online/japanese-tutors?searchText=%E9%9B%85%E5%BD%A6 I…

[fattributes]

Chanko Nabe (Japanese Sumo Wrestler Stew)

[veganfoodblog]

Easy Vegan Noodles Soup with Miso