Marinated Artichoke Hearts

I have been quite the absentee of late, but I know the only way I will get back into posting is to
BEGIN!
Therefore, I am sharing with you what little I can at the moment. Yesterday a familyt friend brought over a bag full of steamed artichokes which he had scored at his local farmers market. The seller offered him nearly her whole stock free for his chickens since they were beginning to look too old to sell. Always adventerous and resourceful, our friend decided instead to use the abundance of hearts for a new adventure:
Marinated Artichoke Hearts.
He was generous enough to share his bounty with us, and the following is the beautiful result of our efforts.


(iphone photo)

Patterns in the Mundane

Creativity is a lifestyle. Like many exercises, it tends to get lost in the mundane. Nevertheless, there are times when pleasing patterns manifest themselves in the most unexpected places, and those are moments of true inspiration.

Happy Valentines Day!

By far my favorite thing about Valentines Day is the photos people take.
This adorable photo of little Breckyn found here:
http://www.auburnsoulphotography.com/?p=1716

<3

When I grow up, I want to be a ballerina.

When I see pictures like this, I long for the chance to be a ballerina. I know it's a hard life, but it is disciplined and beautiful. I miss dancing.





So Beautiful.

Micro Valentines

Some good family friends hosted a little valentine-card-making-get-together at their house. I never get around to making valentines unless it is so conveniently arranged. I have decided to call these micro valentines.



For the square ones, I used a scrapbooking punch that was about 1 1/2 inches in diameter.



The lollipops didn't fit on a square, so I gave them their own shape.



Making itty bitty valentines is so fast and they seem to evolve on their own! These felt like they just made themselves.



My little sisters made their own valentines as well, and Bethany gave this one to me.
Aw.
Sparkle is Love.
Family is Love.



1 John 4:8
Whoever does not love does not know God, because God is love.

Happy Valentines Week!

A Touch of Spring

As winter starts to lift its face and wave its flag,
And put a touch of spring into each brightened step--
As fairies spread a soft green blanket over all
Earth displays the warmth that she, till now, has kept.

The melodies suppressed by winter’s gloomy face
Are beckoned out to sing and dance with sunny rays,
And as the birds are singing to the waking world,
The children dance along with each rejoicing day.



How do colors intertwine and blossom here?
What art replaces winter as it melts away?
What magic brings such miracles that now appear?
Is Earth the canvas of the Artist painting over grey?

The Great Magician orchestrates each tiny change.
His breath, the breeze that dances with your hair
His ornaments, the stars that decorate the skies
His hands unwrap each bud to bring us flowers fair.



I feel the change in nature’s countenance
A permeating joy has seeped through one and all
I cannot help but feel it as I venture out
And join in praise with nature to it’s one and all.



I wrote and posted this poem in Spring of 2008. This is a repost with new pictures. CA has been beautiful and balmy this week, so I deemed it an appropriate ode to the imminent change of seasons.

Chocolate Fountain Cake

This was my birthday cake this year. It was in some ways an accident; but haven't you heard of accidents that turn out simply fabulous? This was one of them.



It began with the recipe for chocolate cake linked below. It is a large recipe. This fact dawned on me slowly as I mixed everything together. (TIP: Always read a recipe carefully, all the way through, so as not to suffer such dawning revelations.) I had assumed this recipe would make two 9-inch cake rounds, but as I poured that beautiful chocolate concoction into my two 9-inch cake pans, there was an obvious excess of batter.



One Bowl Chocolate Cake
(Martha Stewart, found here)

1 1/2 cups unsweetened cocoa powder, plus more for pans
3 cups all-purpose flour
3 cups sugar
1 tablespoon baking soda
1 1/2 teaspoons baking powder
1 1/2 teaspoons salt
3 large eggs
1 1/2 cups buttermilk
3/4 cup vegetable oil
1 1/2 teaspoons pure vanilla extract

When I accepted the fact that my batter would not fit in two nine inch cake pans, I rummaged around in the cabinet to find a third. The only pan I found was an 8-inch pan, which I used despite the discrepancy in size. My sisters and I decided that it would not be the end of the world; we would simply put the small round on top.

Thus, my revised instructions:

Butter two 9-inch round cake pans, AND one 8-inch (2 inches deep); dust with cocoa.
Sift cocoa, flour, sugar, baking soda, baking powder, and salt into the bowl of a mixer. Combine well. Mixing on a medium speed, add eggs, buttermilk, water, oil, and vanilla. Beat until smooth, about 3 minutes.
Divide batter between pans. Bake until set and a toothpick inserted into the centers comes out clean, about 35 minutes. Let cool for 15 minutes. Turn out from pans. Transfer, face-up, to wire racks. Let cool completely.



The second accident was my "frosting." I scanned a few chocolate frosting recipes, and told myself I'd just improvise--how wrong can you go with chocolate frosting?

Telling myself I was just making minor changes on this recipe, I combined the following ingredients in a small saucepan:
Aprox. 1 bag of semisweet chocolate chips
Aprox. 4 1/2 Hersheys chocolate bars
Aprox. 2 cups whole milk
Aprox. 1 cup half & half

Ok. When you have that many approximations, chances are you have no idea what you are doing. That was the case with me, deny it though I may.
As I stirred this chocolaty brew, it became clear that it would never have the privilege of being called frosting; it would remain a humble chocolate syrup.
However, there was nothing to be done, except hold my course and be content with the consequences. And so I did.

My mother assembled the cake while I was busy with something else, and when I saw the cake myself it was nothing like I would have expected. But could this cake have been a more beautiful accident?

Assemble layers, pouring chocolate over each layer before stacking, and being sure to place the small round on top. Cover with the remaining chocolate syrup.

It will forever be remembered as the Chocolate Fountain Cake, with a pool of chocolate reflecting each candle flame, and rivers of syrup running down the tiered layers of moist cake.

Toadstool

Doesn't this photo enchant you, and make you feel as if you were Thumbelina or little Tom Thumb?



I cannot wait to share with you the wonderful presents given to me on my birthday by such creative friends; that will come soon. But I am in the midst of trying to figure out an external hard drive, because right now I hardly have room on my computer to load the photos!
Stay tuned!

Craving Sweet

I keep stumbling across sweet, melty, gooey, chocolaty, crumbly foods, and I can't help but crave something of my own, warm and melty, straight out of my own oven, crumbling in my own mouth.
Here are just a few objects of my cravings.


Peanut Butter Cup Cake
(Photo and Recipe found HERE)

Honestly, all of these things were in my bookmark folder labeled "food." I started to notice a theme, and began to query myself: "Come dear, is all this really and truly food?"


Peanut Butter Cheesecake Swirl Brownies
(Photo and Recipe found HERE)

Well perhaps it's not. But there is an obvious trend in my attraction toward desserts. It is not normal for me, really. It is an odd preoccupation.


Warm Toasted Marshmallow S'more Bars
(Photo and Recipe found HERE)

Perhaps the reason is that my birthday is tomorrow. If I could have all this on my table, and eat a bit of this and a bit of that and a bit of everything else, AND not go to bed with a headache and, well, everything else that comes with an excess of sugar...


Chocolate Chip Cookie Dough Cupcakes
(Photo and Recipe found HERE)

I would.

Debate

The exhilaration of critical thinking;
The thrill of having the attention of a room of listeners;



The satisfaction that accompanies protocol, a smile and a handshake;



The intensity of persuasion, the energy in refutation, and the sense of closure when a debate finishes;

The anticipation of competition; who will advance? Who will win the prize?

And the etched memories of tournament weekends:
All this and more has been my experience with high school debate. I wouldn't trade it for the world.



All these photos were taken with a Pentax film camera in March of 2010.