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Saturday, August 30, 2014
Thursday, August 28, 2014
This recipe is from Taste of Home ~ years ago.
Pineapple Cheese Cake
1 cup all-purpose flour
1/4 cup confectioners' sugar
1/4 cup finely chopped almonds
1/3 cup butter, softened
2 packages (8 ounces each) cream cheese, softened
1/2 cup sugar
2/3 cup unsweetened pineapple juice
1 can (20 ounces) crushed pineapple
1/4 cup all-purpose flour
1/4 cup sugar
1/2 cup heavy whipping cream
Fresh strawberries, optional
In a bowl, combine crust ingredients until blended; pat into a greased 11-in. x 7-in. baking dish. Bake at 350° for 20 minutes. In a small bowl, beat cream cheese and sugar until light and fluffy. Beat in eggs. Stir in juice. Pour over hot crust. Bake for 25 minutes or until center is set. Cool on a wire rack.
For topping, drain pineapple, reserving 1 cup juice. Set pineapple aside. In a small saucepan, combine flour, sugar and reserved pineapple juice until smooth. Bring to a boil. Cook and stir for 1 minute or until thickened and bubbly. Remove from the heat; fold in pineapple. Cool.
In a small bowl, beat cream until soft peaks form; fold into topping. Carefully spread over top. Refrigerate for 6 hours or overnight. Garnish with strawberries if desired. Yield: 12-16 servings.
Tuesday, August 26, 2014
Humans of New York
"When my husband was dying, I said: 'Moe, how am I supposed to live without you?' He told me: 'Take the love you have for me and spread it around.'"
Humans of New York"Like the prophecy says-- if you have love and goodness in your heart, you must share it."
Humans of New York
Seen on the Upper West Side
Humans of New York
And on the subway ~
And last, but not least, a gentle reminder for all of us!
Saturday, August 23, 2014
Thursday, August 21, 2014
Recipe from Southern Living ~ years ago!
If you've had Mexican chocolate, you'll love this. Have you tried Mexican coffee? Divine!
- 1 (8-oz.) package semisweet chocolate baking squares, chopped * or Nestlé Abuelita Mexican Chocolate
- 1 cup butter, softened
- 1 1/2 cups sugar
- 4 large eggs
- 1/2 cup chocolate syrup
- 2 teaspoons vanilla extract
- 2 1/2 cups all-purpose flour
- 2 teaspoons ground cinnamon
- 1/4 teaspoon baking soda
- 1/8 teaspoon salt
- 1 cup buttermilk
- Garnish: powdered sugar
I'll be happy to come over for a taste test if you'd like! :)
Tuesday, August 19, 2014
My kids' step-mother is having surgery this afternoon ~ very, very serious! Her name is Joyce and I really believe that "where two or more are gathered in my name...." has unlimited power.
My chemo buddy, A, is also scheduled for surgery sometime this week. Dr hasn't determined the exact day. For those that are unaware, I volunteer with Chemo Angels. It is an incredible support system for those going through treatment...any age, any gender. There is also a support group for Seniors. They don't have to be going through treatment...some are alone, whether at home, retirement center, nursing home, etc. Many do not have families or their family members live quite a distance from them and rarely visit. They love getting mail and knowing someone's thinking of them!
I so appreciate your lighting a candle, thinking good thoughts, whatever your choice might be for these two women. May I also suggest that we all pray for Ferguson, MO ? I can hardly watch the news on a good day but this is so sad. It makes me wonder what country I'm living
in ~ :( The situation in the Middle East is heartbreaking too! There are so many angry people, violence that is unbelievable and lives lost for really no reason.
I'm so grateful for my health, a safe place to live, fresh water, food, utilities and of course, freedom!
I wanted to advise that Joyce came through the surgery well ~ thanks to each of you for your kind words and prayers! A has not advised me when her surgery is.
Saturday, August 16, 2014
Friday, August 15, 2014
1. There Was A Piñata At Most of the Birthday Parties You Went To
2. You know what “Raise The Flag” means
3. Eating Twang Pickle Salt out of your palm was a regular occurrence
4. Shortly after learning to walk, your Dad taught you how to get him a beer (and open it)
5. You learned at a very young age what this means
6. You learned how to two-step at Garner State Park
7. You spent your summers at a Astroworld / Fiesta Texas / Six Flags Over Texas
8. Your summer wasn’t complete until you had a scoop of this
9. THIS was the only way to get Whataburger Ketchup when you were a kid
10. You have at least one photo your parents took of you dressed up western
Tuesday, August 12, 2014
Sharing a beautiful article by Anne Lamott ~
This will not be well written or contain any answers or be very charming. I won't be able to proof read it It is about times like today when the abyss is visible and we cannot buy cute area rugs at IKEA to truck out the abyss. Our brother Robin fell into it yesterday. We are all staring at the abyss today.
I called my Jesuit friend the day after the shootings in Newtown, stunned, flat, fixated, scared to death: "Is there any meaning in the deaths of twenty 5 and 6 year old children?"
Tom said, "Not yet."
And there is no meaning in Robin's death, except as it sheds light on our common humanity, as his life did. But I've learned that there can be meaning without things making sense.
Here is what is true: a third of the people you adore and admire in the world and in your families have severe mental illness and/or addiction. I sure do. I have both. And you still love me. You help hold me up. I try to help hold you up. Half of the people I love most have both; and so do most of the artists who have changed and redeemed me, given me life. Most of us are still here, healing slowly and imperfectly. Some days are way too long.
And I hate that, I want to say. I would much prefer that God have a magic wand, and not just a raggedy love army of helpers. Mr. Roger's mother told him when he was a boy, and a tragedy was unfolding that seemed to defy meaning, "Look to the helpers." That is the secret of life, for Robin's family, for you and me.
I knew that those children at Sandy Hook were caught in God's loving maternal arms at the second each crossed over, and the teachers were, too. I believe the shooter was too, another child of God with severe mental illness, because God loves, period. But this is controversial.
I know Robin was caught too, in both the arms of God, and of his mother, Laurie.
I knew them both when I was coming up, in Tiburon. He lived three blocks away on Paradise drive. His family had money; ours didn't. But we were in the same boat--scared, shy, with terrible self esteem and grandiosity. If you have a genetic predisposition towards mental problems and addiction, as Robin and I did, life here feels like you were just left off here one day, with no instruction manual, and no idea of what you were supposed to do; how to fit in; how to find a day's relief from the anxiety, how to keep your beloved alive; how to stay one step ahead of abyss.
We all thought after Newtown that gun control legislation would be passed, but no--not one new law. We think in the aftermath of Robin's death that there will be consciousness raising about mental health, but I doubt it. The shock and awe will pass, like it did after Phillip Seymour Hoffman's death. Unless...unless we take action. But what? I don't have a clue. Well, here's Glenn Close's astonishing organization to raise awareness and diminish the stigma of mental illness, where you can give OR receive help: http://
In Newtown, as in all barbarity and suffering, in Robin's death, on Mount Sinjar, in the Ebola towns, the streets of India's ghettos, and our own, we see Christ crucified. I don't mean that in a nice, Christian-y way. I mean that in the most ultimate human and existential way. The temptation is to say, as cute little believers sometimes do, Oh it will all make sense someday. The thing is, it may not. We still sit with scared, dying people; we get the thirsty drinks of water.
This was at theologian Fred Buechner blog today: "It is absolutely crucial, therefore, to keep in constant touch with what is going on in your own life's story and to pay close attention to what is going on in the stories of others' lives. If God is present anywhere, it is in those stories that God is present. If God is not present in those stories, then they are scarcely worth telling."
Live stories worth telling! Stop hitting the snooze button. Try not to squander your life on meaningless, multi-tasking bullshit. I would shake you and me but Robin is shaking us now.
Get help. I did. Be a resurrection story, in the wild non-denominational sense. I am.
If you need to stop drinking or drugging, I can tell you this: you will be surrounded by arms of love like you have never, not once, imagined. This help will be available twenty/seven. Can you imagine that in this dark scary screwed up world, that I can promise you this? That we will never be closed, if you need us?
Gravity yanks us down, even a man as stunning in every way as Robin. We need a lot of help getting back up. And even with our battered banged up tool boxes and aching backs, we can help others get up, even when for them to do so seems impossible or at least beyond imagining. Or if it can't be done, we can sit with them on the ground, in the abyss, in solidarity. You know how I always say that laughter is carbonated holiness? Well, Robin was the ultimate proof of that, and bubbles are spirit made visible.
Monday, August 11, 2014
Saturday, August 9, 2014
Thursday, August 7, 2014
This is an old recipe from Southern Living. I love nectarines and peaches! You may choose to use only peaches and that's fine. Try some fresh peach ice cream with it or my favorite, just plain vanilla. Delish!
- 3/4 pound peeled nectarines, sliced
- 3/4 pound peeled peaches, sliced
- 1/2 cup sugar
- 1/3 cup peach preserves
- 1 teaspoon vanilla extract
- 1/4 teaspoon ground allspice
- 1/2 (15-oz.) package refrigerated pie crusts or your favorite recipe
- 1 tablespoon all-purpose flour
- 1 large egg
- 1 tablespoon sugar
- Line baking sheet with parchment paper; coat parchment paper with cooking spray.
- Preheat oven to 350°. Stir together nectarines, peaches, and next 4 ingredients in a large bowl. Let stand 30 minutes, stirring occasionally.
- Unroll piecrust on prepared baking sheet. Roll into a 12-inch circle.
- Drain fruit mixture, reserving liquid. Toss nectarines and peaches in flour.
- Mound nectarines and peaches in center of pie crust, leaving a 3-inch border. Fold pie crust border up and over fruit, pleating as you go, leaving an opening about 5 inches wide in center.
- Stir together egg and 1 Tbsp. water. Brush pie crust with egg mixture, and sprinkle with 1 Tbsp. sugar.
- Bake at 350° for 45 minutes or until filling is bubbly and crust is golden. Carefully transfer tart on parchment paper to a wire rack; cool 20 minutes.
- Meanwhile, bring reserved nectarine-peach liquid to a boil in a small saucepan over medium heat. Boil 1 to 2 minutes or until slightly thickened. Let cool slightly. Brush or drizzle 1 to 2 Tbsp. hot nectarine-peach liquid over exposed fruit in center of tart. Serve immediately with remaining nectarine-peach syrup, and, if desired, fresh whipped cream or ice cream. Yum!