Month: September 2018

Blue…Nighttime Rituals

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Blue had this things or stuff she would do every single night. She would gather up her stuffed animals and her dolls and favorite pillows and would pile them up on her bed.

Blue thought hard to herself one evening as to what she could possibly do to protect herself from the dangers that came with the nighttime around her house. She had no recourse if something wanted to snatch her out from her bed. She was just a little girl but she could make it darn well hard for them to reach her and pull her out of her bed.

So, she tucked herself in the covers that were on her bed. She also strategically formed her stuff like her dolls and stuffed animals around her body and tucked them close as well. As if she was creating a second skin, she would lie really still so as to not create an avalanche of toys falling off of her bed. The only room she left herself was a little area near her face so she could look out for someone coming.

She did not know any other way to guard against a person coming in and taking her away. She after all was a little person and there was so many “monsters” in her house. She just knew if she let her guard down she would surely be taken away.  She always waited till she heard no one else in the house stirring and waited until the lights were all turned out before she felt some sense of relief. She did not really ever sleep well back then. She still can’t.

The largest of her toys were placed around her legs and belly area. She figured there was a good place because her legs and body would be hard to make out. Like it would create some kind of confusion. She placed the fuzziest ones near her face and chest, this was so she could look through all that fuzz, but yet remain unspotted while spying out into the room. Yes, all this made perfect sense to her. She was the one who went on to do this night-time ritual every single night. It seemed to work for the most part.

All except a few times , that is. Those few times would guarantee that she never would let up her ritualistic behavior, and that would be her main reason to come up with even better ways of “evading’ the monsters in the house. Now if she had friends over, she was not worried at all and her toys and dolls had a much-needed break from surrounding her. She felt that with her friend or friends over she was spared,

She also made sure that she never left any skin exposed at night, She would wear something covering her from head to foot and she would make sure of that. That was yet another ritual at night for her. This was to ensure that the monsters would not see or touch her skin. She was afraid if they did, she would be tortured for sure. She always wanted to seem invisible. Invisible was a great wish of hers back in her younger years.

Being invisible would have saved her many difficult circumstances, and kept her from prying eyes and moving hands. If only!

To be continued…

MwsR ❤

 

 

Word of the Day

plan·gent
[ˈplanjənt]

ADJECTIVE
literary
(of a sound) loud, reverberating, and often melancholy.
“the plangent sound of a harpsichord”
synonyms: melancholy · mournful · plaintive · sonorous · reverberant · reverberating · resonant · loud

ORIGIN
early 19th century: from Latin plangent- ‘lamenting’, from the verb plangere.

Excerpt from my book, “Heart Paths”

Hello, this poem is a short but poignant piece. This book was my second one. I did it all by myself and there may be some spelling or grammar errors in it.

I think I become better with time and much practice. If you want raw, emotional feelings put into words, this book will do all that.

Thanks

It Surrounds Me

I wish my life would just let me be

I smother underneath its grasp, that surrounds me

The many times I could not count on my two hands

If there was a stack, it would take a million rubber bands

No one can measure the uneasiness I feel

That is why it seems , Oh too real.

I wish I could hide somewhere far away, till it passes

But life doesn’t bump us, it seems to come in crashes.

I wonder how life would be , should it have a key

To unlock all the crap of it, that surrounds me.

Seldom is there a way of exit

It creeps in slowly , it is too late when you regret it.

MwsR ❤

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Grilled Cheese and Avocado Sandwich/ recipe Share

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Grilled Cheese and Avocado Sandwich

Ingredients

  • 6 tablespoons butter, softened, divided
  • 3 tablespoons mayonnaise
  • 3 tablespoons finely shredded Manchego or Parmesan cheese
  • 1/8 teaspoon onion powder
  • 8 slices sourdough bread
  • 4 ounces Brie cheese, rind removed and sliced
  • 2 medium ripe avocado, peeled and sliced
  • 1/2 cup shredded sharp white cheddar cheese
  • 1/2 cup shredded Monterey Jack cheese
  • 1/2 cup shredded Gruyere cheese

Directions

  • Spread 3 tablespoons butter on one side of each slice of bread. Place bread, butter side down, in a large skillet or electric griddle over medium-low heat until golden brown, 2-3 minutes; remove. In a small bowl, combine cheddar, Monterey Jack and Gruyere. In another bowl, mix together remaining 3 tablespoons butter, mayonnaise, Manchego cheese and onion powder.
  • To assemble sandwiches, top toasted side of 4 bread slices with sliced brie; add avocado slices. Sprinkle cheddar cheese mixture evenly over avocado slices. Top with remaining bread slices, toasted side facing inwards. Spread the butter-mayonnaise mixture on the outsides of each sandwich. Place in same skillet and cook until golden brown and cheese is melted, 5-6 minutes on each side. Serve immediately.
Nutrition Facts

1 sandwich: 773 calories, 60g fat (28g saturated fat), 122mg cholesterol, 1023mg sodium, 36g carbohydrate (3g sugars, 6g fiber), 26g protein.

Configure/Poem Share

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In our minds, we can configure almost anything

Anything, we have a personal stake in or an interest or experience.

If only our minds could transform into everyday real life existence.

I used to think,” We were what we thought…”

But here in my latter years of  life, I realize more than not,

We are more a part of what we were taught.

It gets difficult in life, let alone the many precursors and stagnates

The test is the thing we most cannot pass

If we had of already learnt it, we would have put it in our past.

I think that people should come with instructions,

Maybe caution signs at best, or a sign that says…

Because the things we don’t see first, are the one’s that take our rest.

They take our peace of mind,

That is when our mind starts to configure things

Not peaceful, joyous, illusions of happiness

But dreadful, awful, foreboding ones, in a big ol mess.

Why is that?

Why do we do that to ourselves?

I wish we had things in boxes, with which to sort through them all,

Then we could take time with each thing we had thought and think some more

And that probably is a thing my own mind has configured, in and by itself,  just like before.

MwsR ❤

 

 

Word of The Day

glade

noun GLAYD

Definition

: an open space surrounded by woods

Did You Know?

We know that glade has been with us since at least the early 1500s, though the word’s origins remain a bit of a mystery. Glade, which originally was often used not just to indicate a clearing in the woods but one which was also filled with sunlight, may come from the adjective glad. In Middle English, glad also meant “shining,” a meaning that goes back to the word’s Old English ancestor, glæd. Glæd is akin to Old High German glat (“shining, smooth”) and Old Norse glathr (“sunny”). It may also be a relative of Old English geolu, the ancestor of the modern English word yellow.

Examples

“Whenever they got a glimpse of the sun in an open glade they seemed unaccountably to have veered eastwards.” — J. R. R. Tolkien, The Fellowship of the Ring, 1954

“Park on the side of the road near the sign where possible, but try to avoid going too far off into the mud. Walk past the sign and across a glade before descending into the hollow.” — James Baughn, The Southeast Missourian, 5 Apr. 2018

Slow Cooker, Pumpkin Spice Crème Brûlée /Recipe Share

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Pumpkin Spice Crème Brûlée
November 15, 2017
By
Daisy Nichols

This surprising slow cooker dessert is simply delicious.

Stock up on 3 or 4 cans of pure canned pumpkin in the autumn in case the store doesn’t have any when pumpkin is out of season.
You can omit the last two steps. Instead, treat the brûlée as a less fussy custard and top it with fresh whipped cream or just serve it plain. It has great flavor—and it’s a surprising way to prepare brûlée, especially when the oven is full or the day is hot.
Ingredients
3 large egg yolks
2 large eggs
2 Cups whipping cream
1/2 Cup pureed pumpkin (canned is fine as long as it’s pure pumpkin)
1 1/3 Cup sugar, divided
1 Teaspoon ground cinnamon
1 Teaspoon ground ginger
1/4 Teaspoon ground cloves
Directions
Place the egg yolks and eggs in a good-size bowl. Beat them gently.
Slowly pour in the whipping cream, mixing it into the eggs as you pour.
Gradually add the pumpkin puree, stirring continually.
In a small bowl, stir together 1⁄3 cup sugar, cinnamon, ginger, and cloves. Stir those dry ingredients into the liquid mixture gradually.
Grease a 1 1⁄2- or 2-quart baking dish that fits into your 6- or 7-quart oval slow cooker crock. Fill the baking dish with the pumpkin mixture. Place it in the crock.
Pour water around the baking dish in the crock until it comes halfway up the sides of the dish. Be careful not to get any water in the filled dish.
Cover the cooker. Cook on Low 2 to 3 hours, or until the brûlée is set but not hard. It should be a little soft in the center.
Using oven mitts, remove the baking dish from the crock and set it on a wire rack to cool to room temperature.
Then cover and refrigerate for 2 to 8 hours.
Before serving, let the brûlée stand at room temperature for 30 minutes.
To caramelize the sugar for the topping, heat remaining 1 cup sugar in an 8-inch heavy skillet over medium-high until it begins to melt. Shake the skillet rather than stirring the sugar to heat it evenly. When the sugar starts to melt, reduce the heat to low. Cook it for 3 to 5 minutes more, or until it’s golden, stirring it as needed with a wooden spoon so it doesn’t burn.
Quickly drizzle the caramelized sugar over the brûlée. Serve it immediately.
Excerpted from Stock the Crock by Phyllis Good. Copyright © 2017 Oxmoor House.

Into The Woods/ poem share

 

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It is hard to view the world in “rose-colored glasses”

So many people posers are out in it showing their@$$&$.

I try to be nice

But posing ain’t for me.

I would rather be real, or

Be compassionate for no apparent reason or agenda.

I try to acknowledge within myself the fatality of the sweet words

With which they speak to me.

See you cannot believe them

Those words fade fast.

The sincerity smells of a rotten disposition.

I would rather be the gum they once liked yet swallowed whole,

Than to be the gum they walk upon in disregard or

Lack of interest

You can catch a fly only after he lands

I am like the fly, yet I will never rest.

Often I will watch without being seen

Hear without being talked to.

That is just my nature.

I will get lost in the woods

All the while enjoying being lost.

When someone actually notices me missing

I will not be at peace.

But until my soul rests, I will certainly make forth a great effort indeed.

MwsR ❤