Even though the weather isn't exactly boding well to see this, maybe some one will enjoy :)


Total Lunar Eclipse

I had some cinnamon raisin bread that I sliced how I wanted it.
Took the leftover Egg Nog And made French toast, as I said I would.
I've been told that the egg nog deserves commendations. If that is the case, then the French toast made with it deserves a medal.

The rum flavor pops out of this supposed breakfast food...

It's yummy :)

Homemade of course...

6 eggs
1 14 once can of sweetened condensed milk
1 quart of low fat milk (you can use skim, but c'mon... it's eggnog and really can't be low fat...)
1 teaspoon vanilla
1/3 pint heavy cream
1/2 teaspoon nutmeg
pinch of salt

wisk eggs then the rest all together in a large bowl.
ladle into glass
If you prefer, add rum: as much or as little as you like (Gosling's gold/ Mount Gay Barbados is best)

Any leftover should be used the next morning to make French toast.


Happy Holidays :)

Ginger Pear Bread

1/4 Cup butter (1/2 stick) at room temperature
1 Cup sugar
2 Eggs
1 1/4 tsp vanilla extract
2 cups all-purpose flour
1 tsp baking powder
1/2 tsp baking soda
1/3 cup buttermilk
1 - 1 1/2 ripe pears (bosc/anjou are best) peeled (can be unpeeled if you like) medium diced
1/2 cup small dice crystallized ginger (I used 1/4 cup crystallized ginger and grated up ~ 1 oz of fresh peeled ginger, juice and all, into the bowl)


Preheat oven to 350 degrees
Prepare one 9x7 loaf pan with pan spray

Sift together flour/baking powder/baking soda. Set aside

Cream together the butter and the sugar until fully mixed
Add eggs one at a time, incorporating well between each addition
Add vanilla

Alternate mixing in the sifted flour mixture and the buttermilk starting with ~ 1/3 of the flour Add half the buttermilk and so on, ending with the final 1/3 of the flour. mix until the flour just starts to disappear.
Mix in the ginger
Fold in the pears
Scrape the batter into the prepared pan
Bake for 50-60 minutes (check earlier if you have an odd oven like I do)
Cool in the pan for ~ 5 minutes then turn out onto cooling rack to complete cooling

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Thank you... come again...

The set list from the Agganis Arena Saturday night August 11

Take a Bow
Map of the Problematique
Hysteria
Supermassive Black Hole
Butterflies and Hurricanes
City of Delusion
Stockholm Syndrome
Feeling Good
Sunburn
Invincible
Starlight
New Born
Time Is Running Out
Bliss (extended)
Encore:
Plug In Baby
Knights of Cydonia

They had some sound issues (it seemed like they might have had monitor issues as Matt started singing half a beat late on some songs and the bass sounded a little odd at times...new sound guy is my guess)
All told it was a lot of fun. geekpixie and I had a blast :)

I would highly recommend seeing them live

Does Google even read their ads?





What kind of supplements for toilet paper can you come up with?

Sometimes it amazes me that I work here...
We get into the most surreal conversations so I thought I'd shout out an FYI :)

From Dictionary.com

Synonym

1. a word having the same or nearly the same meaning as another in the language, as joyful, elated, glad.
2. a word or expression accepted as another name for something, as Arcadia for pastoral simplicity


Simile

1. a figure of speech in which two unlike things are explicitly compared, as in “she is like a rose.”
2. an instance of such a figure of speech or a use of words exemplifying it.


Cinnamon

the aromatic inner bark of any of several East Indian trees belonging to the genus Cinnamonum, of the laurel family, esp. the bark of C. zeylanicum (Ceylon cinnamon), used as a spice, or that of C. loureirii (Saigon cinnamon), used in medicine as a cordial and carminative.


Thank you, I'll be here all week

There's only sorrow remaining to reap
Fetal I lie here broken and subdued
I hold it inside where all secrets keep

Losing moments behind eyes half asleep
Emotion itself became misconstrued
There’s only sorrow remaining to reap

The precipice patiently awaits my leap
Weakened inside, no strength ever accrued
I hold it inside where all secrets keep

Peel away the guilt from a wound so deep
Promising whispers can only allude
There's only sorrow remaining to reap

Slowly dying as blood begins to seep
There is no redemption, no life renewed
I hold it inside where all secrets keep

I'm drowning now from these tears that I weep
With nothing left, I can only conclude
There's only sorrow remaining to reap
I hold it inside where all secrets keep



I wrote this a long time ago... just perusing through some old postings on other sites and I came across this. Adjusted a little to clarify the point, as I no longer feel this way...
one little thing happens and everything changes...

Thank you

she walks in...

I must busy myself in work to keep from thinking how she's not there to talk to yet.