I love to bake and have been following this community for quite some time but yet have never posted. But since I've started my own blog I feel like its time to start sharing my photos and favorite recipes in other places as well!

This past weekend my boyfriend and I made english muffins and they were so easy and delicious.




( More pictures this way )

... making brownies from scratch!

I don't know how or why, but I have a subscription to Better Homes & Gardens Magazine. I have neither a home (of my own, at least) nor a garden, so I just look at the recipes in the back. A couple of months ago I found a recipe for Cinnamon-Spice Chocolate Brownies and thought they sounded both delicious and easy to make.

( the saga continues (with a lot of pictures!) )

I just found out I'm allergic to wheat, milk, and sugar, so I had to come up with a way to alter my go-to cornbread recipe.

I put together 2 cups of masa (Mexican corn meal - other kinds might be sweeter, but it's what I had), 1 tbsp baking powder, 2 eggs, 1 tsp salt, 3 tbsp margarine, and 1 cup soy milk, then baked for 15 minutes at 450.

It turned out ok, but I'm thinking all the substitution I did made it turn skewy, because it's a bit hard and it's not as sweet as I'd like. I guess they're not too bad, though, seeing that my roommates devoured them. However, I'd like to improve it. Any suggestions?

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Ложь бывает двух видов - искажение правды и умолчание всей правды
Первый вид осуждается, второй, с некоторыми оговорками, считается допустимым
Человеческая мораль очень пластична. Немного приврать может каждый
Одни и те же вещи считаются то возможными, то недопустимыми
В одном из университетов провели эксперимент. В холодильнике общежития оставили упаковку из шести банок колы. На следующий день ни одной банки не осталось. После этого на холодильник поставили блюдце с шестью долларами (стоимость банки - доллар)
Ни одна купюра не пропала

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A vow:
A poem everyday this week.

I swear it, hand to god!
Death before dishonour!
Whiskey before breakfast!
Pearls before swine!

We now rejoin our regularly scheduled broadcast
Already in progress.

(x-posted but who's counting?)

Короткий конспект субботнего разговора о лжи
Спасибо всем, кто пришел



В среднем человек врет не менее двадцати раз в день. Начиная с первых слов - доброе утро, дорогая (посмотрите в окно)
Это если его работа непосредственно не связана с ложью
Тем не менее хочется сказать несколько слов в защиту лжи
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"I began to view the world at large through borrowed eyes, eyes more like those I wanted to own."

"In my view having babies was supposed to be something beautiful, not a duty. Something incredible, not role-playing. Bringing new life into this dying world, promising hope for a sane tomorrow. As I saw it, any expectation of sanity rested in a woman's womb."

"It wasn't like my life had changed at all, and maybe that was part of the problem. Because something inside me was different. Shifting, like a tide or sand dune. That something was growing, stretching, taking shape beneath my skin. And I wondered if very soon it might blow me apart at the seams."

What are you doing right now? I'm bored as shit.

"When a true genius appears in the world, you may know him by this sign, that the dunces are all in confederacy against him."

Indeed, I am nothing but a wanderer and a pilgrim on this earth ! And what more are you ?

for others, in spite of myself, from myself.

autrement qu 'être.

"At eighteen our convictions are hills from which we look; at forty-five they are caves in which we hide."

Sometimes I think about all the friendships that are to come, all the friendships that are to be ruined, and all of the other things in between.

Sometimes, I think too much.

drunk on the dark streets of some city,
it's night, you're lost, where's your
room?
you enter a bar to find yourself,
order scotch and water.
damned bar's sloppy wet, it soaks
part of one of your shirt
sleeves.
It's a clip joint-the scotch is weak.
you order a bottle of beer.
Madame Death walks up to you
wearing a dress.
she sits down, you buy her a
beer, she stinks of swamps, presses
a leg against you.
the bar tender sneers.
you've got him worried, he doesn't
know if you're a cop, a killer, a
madman or an
Idiot.
you ask for a vodka.
you pour the vodka into the top of
the beer bottle.
It's one a.m. In a dead cow world.
you ask her how much for head,
drink everything down, it tastes
like machine oil.

you leave Madame Death there,
you leave the sneering bartender
there.

you have remembered where
your room is.
the room with the full bottle of
wine on the dresser.
the room with the dance of the
roaches.
Perfection in the Star Turd
where love died
laughing

All the world will be your enemy, Prince of a thousand enemies.
And when they catch you, they will kill you…


But first, they must catch you.