Name: Banana Split
Nickname(s): Naner, Bana, Splitz
Personality: Sweet, Cheerful, Energetic
Favorite Food(s): Banana's And Icecream
Art: WIP
<Damn You -.->
Our story begins in a small, cozy little town - a picturesque sight. Snug houses crowd the bottom of an emerald valley, while little shops dot along the roads. People and dragons alike scoot through the town, bustling past each other without a slight glance. But if you follow the long, dusty road south; towards the crashing waves, towards the thick forest, you will see an abandoned shed. The closer you get, the more inhabited it becomes - golden rays of sunlight filter and dance among the shredded roof. A small tree grows out of the window, it's thick, full branches full of birds of all kinds. Thick and tall grass blocks out the doorway, which seems to lack a proper door. The tranquility is disturbed only by a rustling in the weeds, followed by a soft, energetic murmuring. Before you know it, you are face to face with a small, furry creature. It's soft, long coat of lime is ruffled by the warm, salty breeze. His bright, cherry eyes sparkle happily - curiosity and happiness swirl gently in them. "Hello!" He chirps excitedly, "I'm so sorry if I frightened you - I wasn't expecting visitors." The dragon slips swiftly out of the decomposing shed, "My name's Foster - Foster Oren to be exact. Just call me Foster, though." The bright dragon beams cheerfully, his ivory teeth seeming to contrast with his gentle personality. You quickly introduce yourself, eager to see what else this strange dragon might have in store. Foster beckons you to behind the shed, "Come, you must meet my friends! They are dying for some company!" You trek clumsily through the high grass; it seems to greet you calmly as you pass through. The dragon is sitting on a smooth rock - his citrus chest puffed out proudly as he sits in the middle of his beautiful garden. "Say hello to our guest," He chatters on excitedly, "Come on now, don't be shy, friends." Foster crouches down to stroke the petals of a patch of pansies. As confused as you are, you politely say hello to the garden, kneeling down to stroke them as the dragon had. "Wonderful!" Foster cried excitedly, his navy tail twitching , "Quickly! There are so many wonderful people to meet here - come on!" And with that, he bounced off to the beginning of quite the tour. You met some quite unusual folk in Foster's introductions; a snail, a magnificent oak tree, a nest of sparrows, a single red squirrel, and many more. Finally, the tour is almost at an end; even the common spring in Foster's step has almost faded away as you travel back to your starting point. You are absolutely breathless as you hobble to the entrance of the crippled cottage. "Whew!" The gleeful dragon puffs, "Alas, to our last host." Curiosity reins over drowsiness as you wonder what else your friend could have in store; you wouldn't even be surprised if you saw the giant beanstalk from Jack and the Beanstalk in there. Foster is already waiting for you in the shed as you wade through the grass to get in - but not monster plant meets your eyes. Only a single dandelion bobs blissfully in the soft, and gentle breeze. You both sit there, in silence for what seemed to be decades, until your companion speaks delicately, "This is my best friend, they carry no name, or label, simply call them 'dandelion'. Dandelion needs no fancy name to be beautiful in my eyes. Even though he is not a rare fern from Brazil, or an wacky cactus form the Sahara desert, and not as loved as they should be by the rest of the world, they are still my best friend." It was at this moment that you saw the deep, intellectual dragon before you, wise beyond his world. And it was at this moment you both connected; not by having things in common, but at a more deep level. It was at this moment, one of the most beautiful friendships budded - and with the right care, could grow into an amazing flower of trust, hope, and love.
Blazer wrote:Day one,
I have found this JBD to be goofy, fluffy and sweet as can be, I have to wonder, what makes the breeders want me to observe him? Is he sick, contagious? Is he dangerous, deadly? It's too early to tell, but behind his little glass fence, his huge, pink eyes beg me to break the glass and just cuddle with him, but I have a feeling the breeders wouldn't be happy about that. I hope, maybe one day, to own this JBD
End of entry one
Chello wrote:I see This sweet girl, I'm afraid she'll stay over night, I really hope she doesn't, it worries me.
Blazer wrote:Night one
Ah, Now I see, It's so clear
He has one of those split personalities. Now, that sweet sparkle in his eyes are gone. That fluffiness in his fur is gone. His eyes are filled with fear, anger, hunger, and most of all, spite. I think they just switched out JBDs.
End of night one
Chello wrote:She did....
She saw the beast.....
Blazer wrote:Day two
He's pacing, he must be upset.
I look in his eyes, they're his again.
I wish I had magic, but for now I'm searching for a remedy for this sweetie
Chello wrote:She's staying, again. I don't like this, I don't want to hurt her, I really don't....
Russian Pelmeni wrote:Pelmeni are Russian poached pasties that have a meat filling.
Ingredients:
2 c flour
1 c milk or water
1/2 tsp salt
1 tbsp vegetable oil
3 eggs
1/2 lb beef
1/2 lb pork
1 onion
salt and pepper to taste
Method:
1. Grind beef and pork twice in meat chopper. Then add chopped onion, salt, and pepper. To make mincemeat more tender and juicy, add a bit of milk. Reserve.
2. Mix flour with eggs and milk, salt and oil until a soft dough forms. Knead on floured surface until dough is elastic.
3. Take some dough and make a "sausage" (1 inch in diameter). Divide into pieces (1 inch thick). Roll each piece so that each is 1/16 inch thick.
4. Take a glass or a cup (2 inches in diameter) and make rounds with it's help on the dough. Fill each round with 1 teaspoon of the mincemeat, fold into half-moons.
5. Pinch edges together and connect the opposite sides. Pelmeni can be frozen to be cooked later ( you can keep them in the freezer for a long time), or cooked immediately.
6. To cook pelmeni, boil a large amount of water, as they can stick to each other. Salt water. Carefully drop pelmeni into boiling water. Don't forget to stir them from time to time. Boil for 20 minutes.
5. Served with butter, sour cream or vinegar, and ketchup.
Russian Blinna wrote:1 1/2 cups warm milk (105-115°F)
2 tablespoons sugar
1 pkg. active dry yeast
2 eggs, beaten
2 1/4 cups flour
1/2 teaspoon salt
1/2 cup butter, melted
Combine milk, sugar and yeast. Stir until yeast is dissolved. Set aside for several minutes, until foamy.
Add remaining ingredients and mix until smooth. Let rise for 15 minutes or until puffy.
Brush a non-stick griddle or smooth black cast iron pan that is well seasoned with butter and heat until a droplet of water dances and sizzles on the surface.
Pour a small circle of batter onto the hot pan; cook until pancake forms tiny bubbles near the edges. Flip and bake the other side for a little less time than it took to bake the first side - until the top sets and the pancake is cooked through.
Stack on a warm plate and keep warm in 225°F oven or serve right away with butter and syrup or jam.
Note: If you're not in a hurry for the pancakes to rise, use half the amount of yeast; the pancakes will still rise but it will take a longer time.
Note: You may need to adjust the consistency of the pancake batter. Batter thickens as it stands. Add a few tablespoons of milk if batter is too thick; add a few tablespoons of flour if batter is too thin.
Russian Apple pie wrote:Russian apple pie is a traditional autumn bakery. The key secret of a cooking success is a special apple sort, called Antonovka. They are sour and give a special taste to the sweet dough.
Ingredients:
3 ea big eggs
3 ea average sour apples
1 c sugar
1 c flour
1 ts baking soda
Method:
Peel the apples and slice into thin pieces. Mix eggs, soda and sugar in the mixer. Add flour gradually. The dough must be liquid as sour cream. Pour a little vegetable oil in the pan. Put all apples (use different design) on the bottom. Pour the dough in to the pan evenly. Heat the oven and bake the pie during 20-30 minutes. When the pie is ready, put the pan on the wet napkin for 5 minutes. It helps to detach the pie from the pan. The apples must be on the top of the pie.
Russian tea cakes wrote:1 cup butter, room temperature
1/2 cups confectioners' sugar
2 1/4 cups flour, sifted
1 tsp vanilla
3/4 cup walnuts or pecans, finely chopped
confectioners' sugar for rolling
Preheat oven to 400 degrees.
Cream the butter adding sugar gradually until light and fluffy. Stir in flour, vanilla, and walnuts or pecans.
Roll between hands into 1-inch balls and place on an ungreased baking sheet.
Bake for 12 to 14 minutes.
Remove from oven and while still warm, roll in confectioners' sugar.
Inquisitive
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Ren trotted down the winding pathway that was only visible to a well trained eye, he had come here many times before though, and could probably find the path with his eyes closed. It was just a narrow winding trailing, grass stalks that were only slightly bent over to signal travel, and it was down this road that the young jellybean dragon was travelling. This time I'll make them proud, they'll HAVE to get along, just because of this. He was confident it would work, hadn't he seen his friends do the exact same thing before? Do some menial task that shouldn't have mattered, and earn praise, excitement, and love from their parents. If it worked for them with such a pointless endeavor...surely it couldn't fail for Ren, doing something as elaborate and even dangerous as this. He didn't even realize he had crossed the meadow and was at the treeline until a dark shadow engulfed him. Letting out a soft squeak the young dragon scuttled backward and into the golden sun again. He had never gone further than this, never left the safety of the tall golden grass, golden grass that he blended in with so well. But....he needed to do this, risking a quick glance behind him he felt both sad and yet relieved that neither of his parents were there to see him. Taking in a deep breath he tentatively started walking into the forest, every step slowed down slightly, and his tail dragged anxiously on the ground. Finally, just as Ren was starting to get really jumpy, he tripped, and went rolling with a frightened squeak down a hill. When Ren came to a stop at the bottom he knew that he should turn right around and leave, but he felt a tugging inside of him, and unable to help himself Ren continued forward down the increasingly darkening path. Suddenly though he paused and let out a delighted squeak, he had found an apple orchard!
Excitedly he bounded from tree to tree, stopping finally at a particular one that caught his eye, on it a single fat, red, juicy apple sat. Glowing under the light of the sun which was shining on it. A wide smile appeared on his little face and Ren winked at the apple. "Thank-you! This place will be our little secret apple. You and me will have tons of fun together, I just know it!" And with that he turned and quickly bounded up the hill, eager to tell his parents what he had found. They'll be SO proud of me! I just know it! And all out problems will be fixed. I love apples, they are wonderful.
Confrontation Hater
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Ren scuttled into the little home he shared with his parents. They were standin nose to nose, anger in their eyes, but Ren tentatively tried to speak. "H-Hey guess what! I-I found something really cool! I think you would both really like it and I-" But before he could say anything more his father's tail whipped towards him. "Shut up brat. We're not going to see ANYTHING with you. And besides, your mother is worthless anyways, she wouldn't DESERVE to see anything nice, even if you DID manage to find something." The ugly sneer on his father's face had Dhiren pinning his ears back anxiously and looking at his mother worriedly, but he was too nervous and scared to say anything, and just when he might have been able to say something to help, his mother spoke up. "So, thats the way its going to be huh. Well then, I don't want anything to do with you anymore. You can take Dhiren and LEAVE." Hurt seared through Dhiren and he tried to speak up again, tell them that they shouldn't fight and that everything would be okay, but again his father didn't give him the chance. "I don't want the brat, you can take him. I'm not leaving either, YOU can leave." A soft whimper cracked through Dhiren's throat, but neither of the adults payed him any mind. And with a sudden wrenching agony, the kind that comes from discovering you are unwanted. Both of the adults were in their own little hateful world, and with sudden clarity Dhiren knew he had to leave, turning around he raced out of the den and headed back for the golden meadow and the forest beyond. He knew where he would go. The apple orchard.
Whimpering he made his way into the clearing, burs and leaves were caught onto his now-matted pelt. But he didn't even bother t shake them off. Instead he wearily made his way over to the apple tree and settled down beneath it. Trying and failing to fall asleep. No one wants me, so I'll live here by myself, the apple trees will take care of me. And I'll never, NEVER let myself get caught up in fights like that again. And with that solid promise in his mind Dhiren curled up tightly and fell into a restless sleep.
Introverted
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Ren chased after a butterfly, stretching his body to its full length he jumped and twisted through the air, batting at the delicate insect as he had many years ago when he was only just a little dragon. True he was only a teen right now, but Ren had done a lot of growing since that day, many months ago, when he had ran away from "home" to come live in the orchard. A sudden rustling of ferns near the entrance to the orchard made his ears perk up curiously. Anxiously he slipped into the hollow under his favourite apple tree, waiting for whatever creature was going to pop up from the bushes to appear. He didn't have to wait long. Without warning a fluffy head poked out of the underbrush, a young JBD, younger than him. Curious, Ren watched the youngster, a male it appeared, as he gaped at the apple trees and began snuffling around. Dhiren was content to let the little creature sniff around to his heart's content, but when the butterfly landed on the bark of an apple tree and he saw the fluffy little creature start to bound towards it...well, Dhiren couldn't risk having the butterfly be harmed. Springing from his hiding place he easily swept past the younger dragon and stood between him and the butterfly with his tail twitching slightly. "Leave the butterfly alone." A shocked little face gaped up at him, and just when Ren thought the other JBD might bound away the little one plopped down and started talking! "So, whats your name? What are you doing here? Where are your parents? Do you HAVE parents? You must really like apples, you do like them right? And eat them? And....you don't actually SLEEP here do you? Wooooah that would be so cool! And weird. You're weird. You know that right?" All the questions made Ren shrink in on himself, couldn't the kid just zip it? He hadn't had contact with another JBD since before the time when he had arrived, and though Ren had a carefree and happy personality....there was only so much he could take. Deciding that it would be worthwhile to risk his tail, Ren quickly swiped it over the young one's mouth. "PLEASE. Be quiet. And why don't you goon home, this isn't really a good place for a youngster like you to play in. Okay?" Feeling as though everything was closing in on him, an unfortunate effect the trauma from his parents fighting had produced, Ren quickly backed away and disappeared underneath his apple tree.
Carefree
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When the little JBD, who gave up searching for Ren after about an hour, had left the golden JBD slipped out of his hiding place and shook out his fur. He had calmed down from the claustrophobia attack, and was now feeling relaxed and at ease. Stretching out his body Ren spotted an apple on the ground, it was clearly beyond saving, so with an excited wiggle he pounced on it. Letting out a strange rumbling sound of happiness he batted the apple this way and that, his ears perked forward happily. Here, playing like he was, Ren found he could forget all his woes and troubles, leave them behind and simply live in the moment. And so he batted the apple around some more, blissfully stress and anxiety free.
Some time passed and Ren grew tired of playing around, and so with a happy sigh he stood up and looked around, trying to decide what he should do next. The golden meadow passed through his thoughts and Ren found himself suddenly enamored with the idea of rolling around through the tall golden grass. Humming excitedly to himself Ren started trotting down the forest path that led to the meadow. True it had held some rather grim memories for him at one point, but he had come to view the meadow as his own personal symbol of freedom. Since he had passed through the field to find his apple orchard. And so the negative thoughts and memories associated with the meadow had slowly drained away, leaving only excitement behind. When he reached the meadow Ren felt excitement and happiness flood through him, he loved the golden grass, and the warm shining sun, and the dry-earth scent that wafted from it. Truthfully this was what he missed the most, living in a moist apple orchard didn't allow for this....summer feeling. And so, after quickly checking to make sure he was alone, Ren began to roll happily around in the tall grass, snorting and looking blissfully happy as the sweet, warm scent enveloped him.
Ingredients
1 Double-Crust Sour Cream Pastry recipe
1 egg yolk
2 tbsp (30 mL) coarse sugar
Filling:
8 apples, (such as McIntosh or Northern Spy)about 3 lb (1.5 kg)
3/4 cup (175 mL) granulated sugar
2 tbsp (30 mL) cornstarch
1 tsp (5 mL) cinnamon
1 pinch ground nutmeg
1 pinch salt
2 tbsp (30 mL) butter, softened
Preparation
Filling: Peel and core apples; cut into 1/4-inch (5 mm) thick slices and place in large bowl. In small bowl, toss together sugar, cornstarch, cinnamon, nutmeg and salt ; add to apples and toss to coat.
On lightly floured surface, roll out half of the pastry to generous 1/8-inch (3 mm) thickness; fit into 9-inch (23 cm) pie plate. Trim to leave 3/4-inch (2 cm) overhang; fold under and flute edge. Scrape filling into pie shell; dot with butter.
Roll out remaining pastry. Whisk egg yolk with 1 tbsp (15 mL) water; brush over pastry rim. Fit pastry over filling; trim to leave 3/4-inch (2 cm) overhang. Fold overhang under bottom pastry rim; seal and flute edge. Brush egg mixture over pastry. Cut steam vents in top; sprinkle with coarse sugar.
Bake in bottom third of 450°F (230°C) oven for 10 minutes. Reduce heat to 350°F (180°C); bake for 65 minutes or until bottom is deep golden and filling is bubbling and thickened. Let cool on rack. (Make-ahead: Set aside for up to 24 hours.)
Source : Canadian Living Magazine: October 2007
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