Well, everyone. I can’t believe it happened, but happen it did. I actually won the Blogger Blitz Round 1! I honestly don’t know how this keeps happening. The other competitors are so good I could swear I won’t make it out alive. And yet, I do… Somehow I do.
But while I may have been excited at my last triumph this next one scares me to death. Not only is the prompt incredibly vague and difficult, but my competition is out of the this world! Athena, over at AmbiGaming, will be pitting her villain Marjolaine, against me and Ganondorf in the weirdest challenge of them all.
It’s Friday and work this week has been pretty hectic – another upstart hero tried to stop your tyrannical rise to power, the royal heir escaped your wicked clutches, and cosmetic microtransactions were just announced for your favorite video game franchise. Luckily, you’ve got a relaxing weekend planned with your buddies, a movie night complete with snacks, decorations, and total surround sound. At least, that was the plan.
Just as movie night is about to get started, your villain realizes discovers that a pack of wererats broke into the cupboard and ruined all the snacks! Now you have to figure out where to quickly obtain more snack food before your friends arrive. Panicking, you look out the window of your beachside castle and see a faint ray of hope: a beach party taking place right outside! All you have to do is steal all their party stuff and bring it to your own party and the night is saved.
Bloggers have a lot of creative freedom with this event. Who’s throwing the beach party? How will the villain approach the party to steal the goods? Will the wererats just let this slide? With so many options available, there’s no telling what will happen in this kooky Blogger Blitz event!
Guys, I didn’t even know where to begin with this one. I really had zero ideas until very, very recently. I’m still not even sure how I feel about my response. But sometimes you just have to push Publish and hope for the best. And with Ganondorf’s amazingly complex, roundabout way of thinking, what could possibly go wrong?
Rules, as always, can be found at the site of our wonderful host, Ian, at Adventure Rules, and the results of today’s challenge can be found there on Friday!
… and yet, I wonder if the problem really was Link, this hero of the winds. Perhaps the elements and waves themselves rose against my ascent. It’s the only thing that makes sense, after all. Link, an upstart nobody from that tiny island, could never have bested the great Ganondorf, without help from a power nearly as great as me. I’ll ensure that my next attack is more carefully planned. Perhaps a foray into a realm where I control the elements, somewhere Dark, will ensure victory.
Ganondorf looked up from his post, stretching, and clicked “Publish”. Without those pesky monkeys to thwart him, publishing his memoirs had become significantly easier. It’s always the same, he thought, if I want something done correctly, it must be done myself. He stood and strode through his personal sanctum and into the drawing room, mindlessly glancing out the windows at the rocky shores of his Forsaken Fortress beachside castle.
“I suppose I have the consolation of uninviting those pesky Moblins who failed me from tonight’s party. How disappointed they’ll be to know that I and my faithful servants will be watching past highlights of my rise to power and fame without them. While all have failed me in the past, some have, at least, died for me. Those few souls, the ones who deserved reincarnation through my mighty power, shall be there. Now, let’s see… food, prepared by my hands, and four hours of film should be enough to throw the best party this forsaken land has ever seen. Muwahahahaha!”
As he continued to pace Ganondorf glanced out the furthest window, and paused. There were lights on the beaches visible through that window. He strode over, fury building inside him.
“The audacity! Throwing a party on my beach mere days after destroying my plans. Who could possibly be so bold?”
Ganonforf squinted, straining his eyes. He let out a frustrated growl. It was impossible to tell at this distance. He let out a wild screech, calling his faithful Helmaroc King to his side.
“Go!” he said. “Bring me news of those invaders on my privacy.”
In a burst of wind and wings the Helmaroc King took flight, streaking into the distance to reconnoiter the pinpricks of dancing firelight. In his rage, Ganondorf paced through the drawing room and into the kitchens, venting his anger with well-placed kicks at the furniture.
As he entered the kitchen a flurry of activity caught his attention and drew his focus. Large, black figures scattered into the shadows. Ganondorf lit the candles with a burst of magic. He gasped in horror. It was gone. All of it was gone. The monster cakes, monster curry, and monster stew – all vanished with the black shapes, only purple crumbs and grains of rice remaining. At the sound of his gasp wererats poked their noses back into the kitchen, creeping from their hiding places in triumph. Letting out a scream of frustration, Ganondorf threw his arms forward, purple arcs of lightening shooting from his hands, scattering the wererats like leaves in a wind.
“I WILL NOT HAVE THIS PARTY RUINED!”
With his outburst of energy he began to calm. As his chest heaved and his breathing slowly became controlled he could feel the formation of a plan beginning. To punish all those who threatened his night of wallowing in past successes was utmost on his mind. As he stood, wheels turning, grasping for a plan to bring vengeance and destruction to his enemies a fell call rang out above him. His faithful bird, the Helmaroc King, was swiftly descending toward the castle. Ganondorf swept out onto the ledge and waited, patience an attribute well-developed through centuries of being sealed in the Sacred Realm.
“Kaw, KAWWW kkkaw, screech, kaaw cacaww”
“I see…” mused Ganondorf. “Those fools truly believed I had gone. Me. The most powerful sorcerer Hyrule has ever known… This affront deserves a special punishment. No, no, death is too good for these miscreants. I’ll have to think of something truly clever for this… Oh, and there are some wererats around the castle, attempting to destroy my evening. Dispose of them. They should make an adequate dinner for a keen, clever beast like you.”
And as Ganondorf trailed off into silent thought an ingenious plan, fully formed, broke through. He smiled and chuckled. Yes. Yes! This will gain me all I deserve – their food and the ruin of their party! Hmhahaha…
***
Out along the beaches the party was raging. Pirates, Koroks, and Rito were all present, reveling in the demise of their hated enemy. Cakes, pies, and tarts stood in a long array at a table near the fire. The Koroks and Rito had even brought along harps and violins and music and laughter echoed across the beach. The Evil King was gone! Their homes and friends were safe! What could possibly be go wrong?
All at once the sound of oars sound brought the music to a screeching halt. A large raft was winding its way across the shores, dragging behind it a massive form. Everyone huddled together, fear rushing across their faces, a few screams erupting. Could he possibly be back? Could he have escaped the doom the Hero of Winds had inflicted? They watched with baited breath as the shape loomed closer, hardly daring to move. When it finally touched ground near their fire a gasp went up from them. A man lumbered out, tall and menacing in the half-light. He moved into the firelight and a collective sigh of relief escaped the group. It was only the Traveling Merchant.
“My friends! Don’t be afraid. It is I, Munfrnmahan, and I’m merely your humble, traveling merchant. As I was searching the castle of the Evil King for trinkets to sell I heard the festivities from your party. I’ve come to help brighten it. As I was searching I found a machine that’s beyond compare. A puppet used by Ganon in his evil attempt to destroy our very own Hero of Winds. Seeing, with your own eyes, the scars and wounds of its battle with that… great… hero, is truly magnificent. I’d love to share with you the experience of standing within the beast and beholding the awesome power of the Hero of Winds. However, such a long journey has exhausted me beyond compare, and in my career food can be scarce and difficult to come by. If you would be willing to give me, say, one pie, cake or tart, in exchange for each person entering the marionette I could say that my time was well spent in search of such treasures of victory! What say you?”
As he had slinked closer to the firelight a few partygoers noticed some strange differences between the Traveling Merchant they had known and this new merchant. But as he pulled Puppet Ganon into the light all eyes were on it, and even those predisposed to be suspicious gave way to the awe of witnessing the might of their hero. A murmur of agreement rippled through the crowd and, as the Merchant quickly set up the marionette to its full towering height, a rush of grabbing hands flew to the food table and began shoving every last treat in the direction of the Merchant. To have a chance to view the beast Link had destroyed first-hand? That was something no one could pass up. As the merchant slowly placed pie after tart after pie onto his raft he chuckled quietly, mirthlessly, to himself.
After a few moments of shoving nearly every partygoer was inside the puppet, touching the gaping holes left by the Master Sword and scrambling over each other to see through the puppet’s eyes. When the very last Rito feather and pirate cutlass were inside a sudden blaze of purple light blinded the horizon. A deep, cold laugh sounded and a scream of panic erupted from the party.
“You fools! Did you truly think I was gone? The great, powerful Ganondorf? I not only have your food, but I now have you, trapped inside this massive, disappointing servant. In fact, so disappointing, I had no problem doing this!” And with a snap of his fingers the outer layer of the puppet disappeared, leaving behind a towering, puppet-shaped cage, locking every person inside.
“And now, for the greatest revenge of all. You, and your miserable band of revelers, will join me at the most incredible party of all time. A memoir to me and my unspeakable triumphs, 4 hours of food and film showing my rise to victory and Hyrule under my rule. And thanks to you, I know this party will be a success.”
***
Sometime later, after using his considerable magic to move the cage across the beach and into the castle, he sat back and laughed. Ah, yes, he thought. His enemies forced to witness his triumphs from their self-inflicted cage while his sycophants witness his triumph! What could possibly be better than this…
Add oil to the pan/wok and half the green onions. Turn the heat on high, as high as it’ll go (for a wok) or medium high (for a pan) and wait until the onions start popping. Add the chicken, sprinkle on the salt, and cook, stirring constantly, for 3 minutes, or until they’re no longer pink on the outside. Add the remainder of the green onions and all of the teriyaki sauce (which, if you kept stirring it, should have all the sugar dissolved). Stir until everything is coated and allow to boil and cook for 3 more minutes, or until the sauce starts to thicken. Be warned, if you cook this in a pan, you’ll want to do it in a tall pan (maybe even a pot). The sauce foams like crazy when it boils and it’ll grow to about double it’s height. Don’t believe me? Check out the photo.
We start by toasting the walnuts. This step, while seemingly tedious, is what gives the cake the most delicious flavor. It brings out all the nutty sweetness that you crave in something like this. Place the whole walnuts on a baking sheet in a single layer (none on top of each other). Toast at 350°F for about 10-12 minutes, stirring once halfway through. Then take them out and let them cool. It’s an easy way to take your recipes to the next level and you should definitely get in the habit of doing it every time!
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