I ran into some trouble this morning upon finding my coffee black. Which usually would just enjoy with no additives, however, I have developed a little sweet tooth... This morning upon careful discernment from various online sources, I came across some attractive recipes featuring some of my favorite flavors. Unfortunately enough, I discovered that I did not have sweetened condensed milk. It is quite a shame to realize that you haven't the right ingredients for such an appealing recipe. But I have nevertheless been one to despair with lack of proper ingredients. Their is always an alternative... Unless you're replacing yeast-- not something I would recommend trying to find a substitution for. Anyway, cut to the chase already,
These creamer flavors are Mocha, Cinnamon, Spiced Coconut and Maple-Almond. Quite attractive flavors to my palate at least...
Assemble 4 8 oz. jars
Heat 1 cup of evaporated milk in a small saucepan add 1 1/4 cup sugar. Heat this until sugar is dissolved and milk has turned a muted golden color-brownish.
Fill jars halfway full of this mixture leaving the other half for milk, I used Vitamin D, however creativity is the spark of life!
Add your flavorings:
Maple-Almond
1 Tbsp. real maple syrup
1 tsp. Almond extract
Mocha
2 Tbsp. Cocoa
Vanilla Spice
1 tsp. Vanilla
1 tsp. Nutmeg
Coconut Spice
1tsp. Coconut extract
1 tsp. Nutmeg
I hope you enjoy your Joe with these tasty additions. Remember creativity is the spice of life!
Thursday, October 27, 2016
Condensing your Ingredients
Labels: virtue, love, serious, life, thankful
Recipes,
Sweets and other necessities of life
Condensing your Ingredients
I ran into some trouble this morning upon finding my coffee black. Which usually would just enjoy with no additives, however, I have developed a little sweet tooth... This morning upon careful discernment from various online sources, I came across some attractive recipes featuring some of my favorite flavors. Unfortunately enough, I discovered that I did not have sweetened condensed milk. It is quite a shame to realize that you haven't the right ingredients for such an appealing recipe. But I have nevertheless been one to despair with lack of proper ingredients. Their is always an alternative... Unless you're replacing yeast-- not something I would recommend trying to find a substitution for. Anyway, cut to the chase already,
These creamer flavors are Mocha, Cinnamon, Spiced Coconut and Maple-Almond. Quite attractive flavors to my palate at least...
Assemble 4 8 oz. jars
Heat 1 cup of evaporated milk in a small saucepan add 1 1/4 cup sugar. Heat this until sugar is dissolved and milk has turned a muted golden color-brownish.
Fill jars halfway full of this mixture leaving the other half for milk, I used Vitamin D, however creativity is the spark of life!
Add your flavorings:
Maple-Almond
1 Tbsp. real maple syrup
1 tsp. Almond extract
Mocha
2 Tbsp. Cocoa
Vanilla Spice
1 tsp. Vanilla
1 tsp. Nutmeg
Coconut Spice
1tsp. Coconut extract
1 tsp. Nutmeg
I hope you enjoy your Joe with these tasty additions. Remember creativity is the spice of life!
These creamer flavors are Mocha, Cinnamon, Spiced Coconut and Maple-Almond. Quite attractive flavors to my palate at least...
Assemble 4 8 oz. jars
Heat 1 cup of evaporated milk in a small saucepan add 1 1/4 cup sugar. Heat this until sugar is dissolved and milk has turned a muted golden color-brownish.
Fill jars halfway full of this mixture leaving the other half for milk, I used Vitamin D, however creativity is the spark of life!
Add your flavorings:
Maple-Almond
1 Tbsp. real maple syrup
1 tsp. Almond extract
Mocha
2 Tbsp. Cocoa
Vanilla Spice
1 tsp. Vanilla
1 tsp. Nutmeg
Coconut Spice
1tsp. Coconut extract
1 tsp. Nutmeg
I hope you enjoy your Joe with these tasty additions. Remember creativity is the spice of life!
Wednesday, September 28, 2016
Sunshine in the Fall
Sunshine in my pocket
Fear of falling
apart.
It's midnight
Somewhere.
Visit the lights
of sound and fury.
Fear of falling
apart.
It's midnight
Somewhere.
Visit the lights
of sound and fury.
Labels: virtue, love, serious, life, thankful
Hope for the future,
meanderings
Wednesday, September 21, 2016
Pumpkin Chocolate Chip Cupcakes with Cinnamon Icing
Pumpkin Chocolate Chip Cupcakes
with Cinnamon Icing
Makes 16 cupcakes
1 cup canned pumpkin
1/3 cup oil (I used vegetable but be creative!)
1 cup white sugar
1/4 cup milk (moo, bah)
1 tsp. vanilla extract
1 1/4 c. all purpose flour
1/2 tsp. baking powder
1/2 tsp. baking soda
1/2 tsp. ground cinnamon
1/4 tsp. salt
1/2 c. chocolate chips
Directions:
1. Preheat oven to 350 degrees. Line muffin pan with cupcake liners.
2. In a medium bowl, stir together pumpkin, oil, sugar, milk, and vanilla. Sift in flour, baking powder, baking soda, cinnamon, and salt. Stir together with a spoon, gently careful to not over stir. Layer the chocolate chips in and stir batter until combined.
3. Spoon batter into cupcake liners 2/3 way full. Bake for 22 to 24 minutes. Transfer to a wire rack and let fully cool before icing.
Cinnamon Icing
1/2 c. powdered sugar
1/2 tsp. ground cinnamon
2 T. margarine
1 T. milk
1/2 tsp. vanilla extract
Directions
Place sugar and cinnamon in a small bowl. Add the margarine, soy milk, and vanilla and stir with a fork until smooth. The mixture should look honey colored.
Labels: virtue, love, serious, life, thankful
Recipes,
Sweets and other necessities of life
Thursday, September 8, 2016
There's a Bat in my House- Carrying the Cross Through Darkness
There's a bat in my house
I'm in the pitch dark.
I can't see
I'm blinded by the sound.
Of to much noise.
Where's my resound?
Baptized in the faith
But found in the dark.
the cross is heavy
Heal me through the mark.
You placed on me
When I was fresh from the womb.
The mark
You rose from the dead
No longer in the tomb.
There's a bat in my house
I'm in the pitch dark.
I can't see
I'm blinded by the sound.
Of to much noise.
Where's my resound?
I'm in the pitch black
lost from you Lord.
Show me your light.
Open the shudders over my eyes.
Remove those bats,
sin I hold.
Curse those demons
I'm already sold.
There's a bat in my house
I'm in the pitch dark.
I can't see
I'm blinded by the sound.
Of to much noise.
Where's my resound?
Sold out to you my virgin
My mother
My queen.
Throne in glory
Beside my Christ the King.
I'm in the pitch dark.
I can't see
I'm blinded by the sound.
Of to much noise.
Where's my resound?
Baptized in the faith
But found in the dark.
the cross is heavy
Heal me through the mark.
You placed on me
When I was fresh from the womb.
The mark
You rose from the dead
No longer in the tomb.
There's a bat in my house
I'm in the pitch dark.
I can't see
I'm blinded by the sound.
Of to much noise.
Where's my resound?
I'm in the pitch black
lost from you Lord.
Show me your light.
Open the shudders over my eyes.
Remove those bats,
sin I hold.
Curse those demons
I'm already sold.
There's a bat in my house
I'm in the pitch dark.
I can't see
I'm blinded by the sound.
Of to much noise.
Where's my resound?
Sold out to you my virgin
My mother
My queen.
Throne in glory
Beside my Christ the King.
Labels: virtue, love, serious, life, thankful
Catholic Life,
Home,
Perseverance
Tuesday, August 16, 2016
Recognition for the Lost Poet
Writers get so little recognition
for the things written
from their ambition.
Words carefully threaded
into the intricate tapestry
of verse.
Long hours of writers block
oftentimes we curse.
Curse at the pages white and pale as snow,
with passion and vigor they write their converse.
to empty ears
it does no good no one hears
except these inaudible pages.
that glower up at us blankly.
for the things written
from their ambition.
Words carefully threaded
into the intricate tapestry
of verse.
Long hours of writers block
oftentimes we curse.
Curse at the pages white and pale as snow,
with passion and vigor they write their converse.
to empty ears
it does no good no one hears
except these inaudible pages.
that glower up at us blankly.
Labels: virtue, love, serious, life, thankful
Daily Paper,
Perseverance,
Poetry
Thursday, August 11, 2016
Season's Peaches
Labels: virtue, love, serious, life, thankful
Harvest,
Home,
Ordinary,
Sweets and other necessities of life,
The Daily Paper
Tempus Fugit
Whether you've read this term as a brand on one of your purses or you've been talking to someone who's versed in Latin or speak it yourself. Today, I will giving a overview of the Latin term "Tempus Fugit."
"Tempus Fugit" is a Latin term meaning time flies. In this world of hustle and bustle it is so important for us to remember, we are only here for so long.
Matthew 6:19
"Do not store up treasures for yourself on earth, where moths and vermin destroy and where thieves break in and steal."
In this passage of Matthew, we are told to leave the comfortableness of this world and point ourselves towards heaven. It takes courage and responsibility to live for something greater and not be so caught up in today's pop culture. That something greater translates into simplicity and love for our families and others.
Labels: virtue, love, serious, life, thankful
Catholic Life,
Daily Paper,
Life cycle
Tuesday, August 9, 2016
Spread your Faith
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Catholic Life
Friday, August 5, 2016
Summer's End
Soft scarlet
Slips through my lense
Drops down
Sliding
Escaping my reach
The warmth is gone from my side
Summer is over.
Labels: virtue, love, serious, life, thankful
Seasons foliage
A Smile's Worth a Million Words
Labels: virtue, love, serious, life, thankful
Cuteness,
Seasons foliage
Bouquet for the Day
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Seasons foliage
That Meadowlark Callin'
Take me back Kansas
Take me back where I should be
Take me back farm life
and where the weeds grow
Those sunflowers standin'
where I should go.
Gone for seven
but it feels like ages.
coffee & chocolate
pools & luxury
that meadowlark is callin'
back to me.
The food is amazing here!
cheesecake brownies.
sushi. espresso.
I miss home,
so.
I love your sushi, chocolate and wine.
But, goodness,
Kansas I miss your sunshine!
Take me back where I should be
Take me back farm life
and where the weeds grow
Those sunflowers standin'
where I should go.
Gone for seven
but it feels like ages.
coffee & chocolate
pools & luxury
that meadowlark is callin'
back to me.
The food is amazing here!
cheesecake brownies.
sushi. espresso.
I miss home,
so.
I love your sushi, chocolate and wine.
But, goodness,
Kansas I miss your sunshine!
A Message Written in Spice
One message
Fourteen hands
vibrate
strong like mint.
Cinnamon spice
hot in your mouth
if you get to much...
Vanilla cake is good
in small portions.
Fourteen hands
vibrate
strong like mint.
Cinnamon spice
hot in your mouth
if you get to much...
Vanilla cake is good
in small portions.
Labels: virtue, love, serious, life, thankful
Sweets and other necessities of life,
The Daily Paper
Tuesday, August 2, 2016
Silver Light Cookie
As the lightening strikes the ground
I realize I'm alone.
A silver cloud floats by
One can always hope for a better life.
But that's just dreaming.
I press the dough balls into little rounds.
The cookie of life,
crumbling fast,
Only so much time
for the butter and flour to combine
Before the baker's finished
And God our maker chooses us divine.
I realize I'm alone.
A silver cloud floats by
One can always hope for a better life.
But that's just dreaming.
I press the dough balls into little rounds.
The cookie of life,
crumbling fast,
Only so much time
for the butter and flour to combine
Before the baker's finished
And God our maker chooses us divine.
Monday, July 25, 2016
Blue Bottle
Blue bottle blue bottle
Full of hopes, lies and dreams.
Dreams; are those even virtuous?
Full of hopes, lies and dreams.
Dreams; are those even virtuous?
Blue bottle full of lies and hope
Like some ancient fairy tale.
To teach children what's good and right.
Like some ancient fairy tale.
To teach children what's good and right.
Blue bottle blue bottle
You give me no insight.
Just fear.
For my future, my footprint, my life.
You give me no insight.
Just fear.
For my future, my footprint, my life.
Blue bottle blue bottle
Your promises seem shaky,
Unstable.
Your promises seem shaky,
Unstable.
"All that we see or seem is all a dream within a dream. "
Blue bottle blue bottle
I'll defeat you at last
A dream is a dream
No matter how big
Or how small.
I'll defeat you at last
A dream is a dream
No matter how big
Or how small.
So blue bottle I will conquer them all.
Saturday, July 2, 2016
Life Cycle
We stick together
like a grape bunch.
like a grape bunch.
Until a final decision is made.
"Stay in our bunch and enjoy our company."
Grow older, you can become finer
A Chardonnay or Sauvignon?
A finer wine
Made from the roots you grew up in.
Combined through the years
with accomplishments and fermentations.
A Chardonnay or Sauvignon?
A finer wine
Made from the roots you grew up in.
Combined through the years
with accomplishments and fermentations.
Grafted with different grapes,
Splitting the vine
Penetrating the vine through the two diagonal cuts
The vintner assembles
Bonding the two vines to produce something a new variety.
Splitting the vine
Penetrating the vine through the two diagonal cuts
The vintner assembles
Bonding the two vines to produce something a new variety.
As the two vines joined are maturing faster they will lose strength
Their days of bearing fruit are over,
The young branch must bear the weight of production.
Their days of bearing fruit are over,
The young branch must bear the weight of production.
So is this lifecycle.
Labels: virtue, love, serious, life, thankful
Life cycle
Thursday, June 30, 2016
Catholic Tradition & the Sign of the Cross - Crossroads Initiative
Catholic Tradition & the Sign of the Cross - Crossroads Initiative: The profound meaning of the sign of the cross is an example of the depth & richness of the Catholic Tradition. Let's rediscover our heritage.
Labels: virtue, love, serious, life, thankful
Catholic Life
Wednesday, June 22, 2016
Flight Squad #27
Flight Squad #27
Call me in
shoot me
into your
atmosphere of possibility.
In the quiet hush
of stillness
I've kept on my
overgrown red plot
Ph7
I'm leaving
you
my red red plot.
I've earned some
and I've found my spot.
I'm leaving that
Urtica dioca.
Leaving it
to invade
St. John
my spade won't
be on.
A Vasco de Gama
Student, lover, vagrant
everything bad.
Confession
every Sunday
to be had.
Bike to church
in the pitch black.
That's what got me through
all that grimcrack.
Flight Squad #27
crashed in the sand.
No, not you or you or you
or even the party host.
But the trinity
Father, Son and Holy Ghost.
Call me in
shoot me
into your
atmosphere of possibility.
In the quiet hush
of stillness
I've kept on my
overgrown red plot
Ph7
I'm leaving
you
my red red plot.
I've earned some
and I've found my spot.
I'm leaving that
Urtica dioca.
Leaving it
to invade
St. John
my spade won't
be on.
A Vasco de Gama
Student, lover, vagrant
everything bad.
Confession
every Sunday
to be had.
Bike to church
in the pitch black.
That's what got me through
all that grimcrack.
Flight Squad #27
crashed in the sand.
No, not you or you or you
or even the party host.
But the trinity
Father, Son and Holy Ghost.
Labels: virtue, love, serious, life, thankful
Hope for the future
Boughs of Sweet Fruit
Wait for you mother.
Wait for your father.
Wait for Friday.
Wait in the Rain.
Wait for an answer for a sought after job.
Wait for a date.
Wait for a knee drop.
Wait for baby.
Wait for baby #2 and #3.
Things catch up.
But wait where has the time withdrawn?
But wait where has the time withdrawn?
We were young but now our youth's gone?
So we watch
others wait.
I say now,
savor your youth.
For its like a bough
covered in sweet fruit.
Bending in the Spring of life.
Make haste young heart.
Don't doddle in superfluous strife.
Labels: virtue, love, serious, life, thankful
Life cycle
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