#ebi fry

[cosmodynes]

fry away ebi azem

#cosmodynes art #illustration #ffxiv #ff14 #ffxiv oc #azem #named azem #azem (asterios) #ebi azem #ebi fry #im sorry my sense of humour is like this #shrimply amazing isnt it

[vegehana-food]

✿ 海老フライ | Ebi Fry ・海老を多量の食用油で揚げた日本発祥の料理である。日本で開発されたフライ料理の一つであり、代表的な洋食料理である。 ・海老をカツの手法によって、多量の食用油で揚げて作る料理で、キャベツ、キュウリ、トマトなどの野菜が添えて出されることが多い。多くの場合、タルタルソースやウスターソースなどをつけて食べる。 ・エビフライの素材は、高級店では主に車エビが使用されるが、漁獲量の低迷と価格高騰の影響があり、一般的にはブラックタイガー（ウシエビ）を使用する店が多い。冷凍食品などでは安価なバナメイエビが用いられることが多い。 ・アメリカではエビをまっすぐに揚げるスタイルは一般的ではなく、数センチの材料を伸ばさずに使う丸まった仕上がりのものが普通である。

#ebi fry #日本:えび #日本:海老 #日本:揚げ物 #日本:魚介類 #海老フライ #えびフライ #海老 #えび #日本:洋食 #揚げ物 #日本:主菜 #主菜 #エビフライ #車海老 #車えび #ブラックタイガー #車エビ #もぐラジ

[tuchu]

#omurice #sausage #ebi fry #toys

[psandabear]

new merch is coming soon 🤫🍤

#splatoon2 #splatoon #splatoon 3 #crustysean #crabngo #seanwich #schwaffle #splatoon food #food art #fried shrimp #ebi fry #shrimp tempura

[hoodithefoodie]

https://hoodithehomebody.carrd.co/

#my art #digital art #ebi fry #onigiri #shrimp onigiri #Japanese food #anime food #anime food drawing #animefood #animefooddrawing #food illustration #food illust #cute food

[mrfrostbite75]

Ebi fry (Japanese Fried Shrimp) — Summer time rendering Ep. 25

source: mrfrostbite75

#anime #anime aesthetic #anime food #anime gif #my gif #my edit #gif #summertime render #fried shrimp #ebi fry

[tranquiltwyla]

#sumikko gurashi #san x #kawaii aesthetic #shirokuma #ebi fry #tokage #penguin? #cute

[fartgirl4000]

my guys ❀⋄⁺

#san x #sanrio #plushies #sumikko gurashi #rilakkuma #pokemon #ebi furai #ebi fry #pikachu #mine☆

[beingjellybeans]

Hanako's newest branch at Promenade Mall Greenhills now on soft opening

Hanako’s newest branch at Promenade Mall Greenhills now on soft opening

Got a hankering for Japanese food in between bouts of retail therapy? Don’t worry because you can now feast on #HandsDownGoodFood at Hanako’s newest branch at the Promenade Mall in Greenhills Shopping Center! Long known for its easy-on-the-pocket Japanese dishes, Hanako is now serving both shoppers and foodies who frequent one of the metro’s busiest shopping districts. So be sure to take a…

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#cravehanako #handsdowngoodfood #beef gyudon #donburi #ebi fry #greenhills #gunkan #gyoza #hanako #hanako greenhills #japanese food #kani salad #karaage #maki #miso soup #omurice #sashimi #sukiyaki #sushi #sushi platter #tempura #teriyakidon #where to eat in greenhills

[ickyonions]

two ebi fry

#My husband calls tempura shrimp “ebi fry” and it's cute lol #oryouma #sakamoto ryouma #oryou-san #oryou #fgo #fate grand order #ickyworks

[nentofus]

i just think they’re neat :>

ford and miss tira are from manifesting familiarity, a lovely webcomic created by @sillyandquiteawkward! if you like reading stories about magic and unique, endearing characters, please consider checking it out! i’ve always really loved their strong sense for character design and have been really enjoying it so far :3

bonus:

#my art #manifesting familiarity #fanart #gonna be honest i was really enamoured with the idea of ford having ebi fry earrings #dunno if it’s canon tho #the other two are bread slices and egg in a frypan but idk if they translate well #if you’re reading this GO READ THE COMIC!! #putting all the cast in a snow globe n shaking them #really hope I did ford and tira justice orz

[cosmodynes]

how to broil a shrimp 🦐 (blush meter draw meme)

why is azem a shrimp? well...

JP - EN translation of dialogue below 

40% “umm....”

60% “come on...”

80% “enough already... knock it off.”

100% “nope!! no way!!!”

#cosmodynes art #sketch #ffxiv #ff14 #ffxiv oc #azem #named azem #azem (asterios) #character reference #(kind of lol) #blush meter #art meme #i loveeeeee him im gonna batter them and deep fry #my ebi fry azem #sorry i dont have the blank template but you can search for it #its like 2dpi i swear #azem becomes mochimochi at 100% #but then it circles back around lmao

[oniii-fans]

Ebi Fry Teishoku

#Jishin no tsukekata #Iiii actually don’t know what it feels like with one rather than without it 😂

[chiveburger]

EATSHOP: SUSHI 🍣 EBI FRY // GRILLED SALMON // HAMACHI KINGFISH GRILLED UNAGI // GRILLED CRAB // GRILLED WAGYU BEEF

#yummmmmmm #fude #sushi #png #transparents

[tinsil]

i want ebi fry 🍤

#neon genesis evangelion #shinji ikari #rei ayanami #asuka langley soryu #kaworu nagisa

[126dvtn]

the taste of early autumn. [2/3]

summary : a day of cooking with your partner, scaramouche.

cw : minor injury ; scara is protective & still a very good chef ; unsafe back hugs ; reader is a thembo (i’m projecting)

genre : fluff ; domestic

series : main dish [kuri gohan] ; side [ebi no tempura] ; dessert [hojicha latte]

there are three main steps to making ebi no tempura- settling the shrimps, preparing the batter, then frying the battered shrimps.

scaramouche and you can very well split these tasks to speed up the process. he knows that, yes, but he insists that you do everything together. perhaps, you think, he wants to spend more time with you. on the other hand, however, perhaps he just doesn’t want the kitchen to burn down. either way, you now stand beside him, staring down a pot of large shrimps that are staring back at you.

step one ~ shrimp management.

“[name], listen closely to my instructions. i will only say it once.” that’s a lie, you think to yourself, you always repeat instructions for me. which is true- considering he’d just helped you with the chestnuts twice despite saying he’ll only do it once. but you listen nonetheless.

“before frying the shrimps, we deshell and devein them.” he picks up one of the shrimps and starts to demonstrate. his hands are ever-so-gentle as he peels off its shell and leaves only its tail. he looks at you, expectant, waiting for you to signal to him that you understood. you smile and nod. he then grabs his knife and slices through the shrimp’s back, pulling a long, black string out of it.

“deveining is tricky- you must be gentle with the vein, or else it will snap.” he demonstrates this with a snap! of the black string he just pulled out. “got it?” you nod again. he hums in approval and passes you your blade.

deshelling is simple. an easy job. you complete it under a minute- your record broken for anything related to cooking. but now comes deveining. you’re not so proficient with the arts of the sword- much less a knife. you hold up the shrimp and start positioning your newly acquired blade. and there it is. a problem.

how the hell am i supposed to hold this thing?! you think, inspecting the shrimp for even a tiny hint to help you. it stares back at you- almost as if it could telepathically tell you the answer, but chooses not to. oh, the disappointment from a dead crustacean.

you turn to scaramouche, who has- oh my archons- deshelled and deveined five shrimps already. you tell yourself what he would tell his subordinates at work- pick up the damn pace. the waiting shrimp seems to be telling you the same. so you hold it at the tip of your fingers and move your knife through it- a journey so smooth that it cuts right through the shrimp... right into your hand. red seeps into the greyish-pink of its flesh.

“um... scara?” you call out. he hums in response, hands moving speedy as ever. “do shrimps... bleed?” your voice is weak, soaked in guilt. scaramouche whips his head towards you- his shrimp dropping onto the table. he snatches your hand, grip on your wrist so tight your hand becomes lax, causing the bloodied shrimp to fall.

his intense gaze alternates between your injury and your face- almost in disbelief. but you’ve seen that look before; it comes when you gasp a curse, it comes when you shout his name. it came earlier when you were learning to peel chestnuts. it’s worry. scaramouche is worried for you.

through his worry, he pulls you- drags you- into the house, and brings you to the nearest faucet. while his actions are vehement, his hands are not- they are careful, tender even, as they wash your blood off your hand. “stay here.” he leaves swiftly and returns swiftly, with an ointment and a cloth in his hands. he opens the bottle of ointment. “wait, scara,” you urge, “should we do this outside? can’t leave the food unattended...”

a faint smirk paints your lover’s lips. “finally found your brain, huh, sweetheart? let’s go.” an odd compliment for sure, but that’s just how scaramouche is. you follow him out the door.

once out, he sits you on the patio and tends to your hand. “i’ll deal with the rest of the shrimps,” he says while pouring ointment on your wound. you wince at the sharp sensation. “you’ll help me put batter on the ones that are ready,” he starts wrapping your hand with the cloth. “sprinkle flour on the shrimps, then coat it with the batter. understood?” his eyes meet yours as he tightens the cloth. “alright,” you whisper. he’d given up on you, it seems. you begin to feel the weight of not being smart enough to even prepare a shrimp. and scaramouche, being the empath he is, feels the weight as well.

“the task is simple, [name],” he states, eyes locked with yours, “i’m sure you’ll do a fine job.” his thumb rubs circles on your hand. a pause follows, long enough to make you think he’s contemplating a kiss. but he turns around and goes straight to the shrimps, and you follow him in disappointment.

your heart is still warm, however, from his praise (plus insult, unfortunately, but from the look in his eyes, you know he means well). now for the next step.

step two ~ batter.

scaramouche was right- coating the batter on the shrimps is a simple task. spreading flour on their bodies is undemanding, and dipping them into the batter takes no more than half a minute. yes, you may have accidentally dropped a few into the batter, to which your partner said he’d fish them out later, and yes, you may have splattered some onto your and his clothes unnoticed, but it is an otherwise smooth ride.

what’s smoother, though, is your hand “accidentally” grazing against his as you take another shrimp to coat with batter just as he drops a freshly peeled one onto the plate. he’d said sorry, didn’t mean to, and that made you feel like a high schooler who just bumped into your crush at school.

you attempt it a few more times, butterflies fluttering in your stomach every time your skin made contact with his. of course, he catches on.

the next time you move your hand awkwardly to his side, he grabs it- like a mouse trap, well, trapping a mouse. “sneaky one,” he snickers, slowly bringing your hand to his lips. a kiss. and flattering as it is, you can’t help but ask, “doesn’t it taste like raw shrimp?”

his answer is frank.

“shut up.”

step three ~ into the oil.

scaramouche prepares the portable stove by the table. a huge wok, high amount of oil and a ludicrously large fire. “you’re crazy,” you mutter, watching the oil heat up from a reasonable distance. “i’m just a good chef,” he replies, testing the oil with a drip of batter. “you are a good chef, scara, but you’re crazy.” he chuckled in response.

a sizzle interrupted your conversation, and the chef boss readies his tongs. picks up a shrimp, and slides it into the boiling oil. “they’ll be ready in about two minutes, once they float- we have to make sure they don’t turn fully golden.” he says to you loudly, asserting dominance over the loud crackle crackle of the frying tempura.

two minutes, you think, is a very long time. your partner looks at you with a curious, raised eyebrow. which means... you contemplate, i can do this.

three steps forward, a little to the side, and your arms are around his waist. “g- huh?! [name], get off me.” he smells like mint and ointment and detergent. and, well, shrimp. “seriously, i need to focus on the tempura. get off.” he feels homely, albeit a bit small. “[name]. it’s... it’s dangerous. your hand’s already injured.” and it finally emerges- his concern for you that does not usually show itself.

you groan in protest. “i don’t wanna do nothing for two minutes, scara,” you mumble into his neck. he turns to look at you, shaking his head in the process, “and you call me crazy.” you softly giggle at that, almost dozing off into his soft, milky skin. just like a bed.

scaramouche releases a long sigh. “don’t you dare take a nap. we’ve got one more dish to make.” “mmhm,” the lazy response barely made it past your lips.

after that, other than the sizzling of the oil and crackling of the fire, you embraced your lover in silence. he stands further from the wok than he usually would while waiting. and when he approaches it, he makes sure to shield your hands hanging at his waist.

maybe, he thinks, just maybe, the both of you are actually crazy.

a/n : watered down the recipe from sudachirecipes! actually a self indulgent fic because i’m absolutely helpless in the kitchen :O) as always, thank you for reading!

#scaramouche x reader #genshin impact x reader #scaramouche fluff #genshin fluff #writefie #scaramouche #scaramouche fanfic #shelf : local works ༉ ‧ ₊˚