RP: With
Character: Cho Chang.
Location: The flat.
Date: 8th of March, 2000.
Status/Warning: Closed.
Summary: Cooking-ish.
Completion: Complete.
Mix these first 8 ingredients. You divide 24 portion.
Knead dough five whole minute. Roll out in a thin thing, cut 24 piece.
Flatten each in 2 inch circle. Squeeze edges thin. Now center medium,
outside so thin. Thinner better. One times filling in center of the round.
Bring up sides of round, you twist upward. Seal top twisting.
If holes appear, patch them at once!
Put these dumpling on square wax paper or piece of.
"Piece of what?" Cho asked aloud, unfinished dumpling in hand. "Piece of what?"
She leaned forward to see the paper better, squinting at the letters -- but yes, undoubtedly, the statement ended there. Of course she had admirable experience in decoding chinglish, but that was only when the words existed. When they dropped away altogether, you were often left with...
Well, with.
She'd expected cooking to take her mind off the horrible nightmare -- getting desperate now, obviously -- but this grammar was a nightmare of its own. Still: there was another long minute of staring until Cho closed the book completely, returning it to its shelf. It was on to bigger, better titles that didn't come from a confused relative.
Great British Cooking: A Wellkept Secret.
"Certainly a secret to me..."
Location: The flat.
Date: 8th of March, 2000.
Status/Warning: Closed.
Summary: Cooking-ish.
Completion: Complete.
Mix these first 8 ingredients. You divide 24 portion.
Knead dough five whole minute. Roll out in a thin thing, cut 24 piece.
Flatten each in 2 inch circle. Squeeze edges thin. Now center medium,
outside so thin. Thinner better. One times filling in center of the round.
Bring up sides of round, you twist upward. Seal top twisting.
If holes appear, patch them at once!
Put these dumpling on square wax paper or piece of.
"Piece of what?" Cho asked aloud, unfinished dumpling in hand. "Piece of what?"
She leaned forward to see the paper better, squinting at the letters -- but yes, undoubtedly, the statement ended there. Of course she had admirable experience in decoding chinglish, but that was only when the words existed. When they dropped away altogether, you were often left with...
Well, with.
She'd expected cooking to take her mind off the horrible nightmare -- getting desperate now, obviously -- but this grammar was a nightmare of its own. Still: there was another long minute of staring until Cho closed the book completely, returning it to its shelf. It was on to bigger, better titles that didn't come from a confused relative.
Great British Cooking: A Wellkept Secret.
"Certainly a secret to me..."