Sunday, November 26, 2017
Tuesday, November 21, 2017
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Crockpot Candy is the easiest and most impressive homemade candy ever. A rich chocolaty, peanutty 4-ingredient recipe that you simply toss in the slow cooker, stir a few times and scoop it out. It doesn't get much easier than that!
Reese's Peanut Butter Fudge is luscious and creamy, made with chunks of peanuts throughout the fudge to give it the perfect crunch. This Reese's Peanut Butter Fudge is a simple recipe with just 4-ingredients! It comes together in just 10 minutes.
Crockpot Turtles Candy is an incredibly simple and impressive candy. A rich chocolaty recipe with perfectly roasted pecans and creamy caramel that you simply dump ingredients into your slow cooker, stir and scoop. Then garnish and gift (or serve). It doesn't get much easier than that!
16 ounces vanilla-flavored candy coating (Almond Bark or CandiQuik)
1 (15-ounce) jar creamy peanut butter
2 cups Rice Krispies cereal
1 1/2 cups mini marshmallows
Prepare 2 cookie sheets with a Silpat mat or parchment paper. Set aside.
Place chocolate chips in the freezer, until ready to use.
Melt Almond Bark in a heat safe bowl, microwave at half power for 30 seconds at a time until melted and smooth. Meanwhile: Add rice krispies to a large bowl. Set aside.
Add peanut butter to Almond Bark. Stir to combine. Pour vanilla candy mixture over rice krispies. Stir until combined. Allow mixture to cool to room temperature (or until barely warm). Add marshmallows. Mix until combined. Add frozen chocolate chips. Stir to combine.
Use a 2 tablespoon scoop to portion treats onto prepared cookie sheet. Allow to set in a cool place, until firm. You can pop them in the fridge if your kitchen is too warm.
Serve and enjoy!
Sometimes if you move carefully through the forest,
breathing like the ones in the old stories,
who could cross a shimmering bed of leaves without a sound,
you come to a place whose only task
is to trouble you with tiny but frightening requests,
conceived out of nowhere but in this place beginning to lead everywhere.
Requests to stop what you are doing right now, and
to stop what you are becoming while you do it,
questions that can make or unmake a life,
questions that have patiently waited for you,
questions that have no right to go away.
David Whyte from Everything is Waiting for You
Saturday, November 18, 2017
Tuesday, October 17, 2017
To AutumnSeason of mists and mellow fruitfulness,
Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun;
Conspiring with him how to load and bless
With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eaves run;
To bend with apples the moss'd cottage-trees,
And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core;
To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells
With a sweet kernel; to set budding more,
And still more, later flowers for the bees,
Until they think warm days will never cease,
For Summer has o'er-brimm'd their clammy cells.
Who hath not seen thee oft amid thy store?
Sometimes whoever seeks abroad may find
Thee sitting careless on a granary floor,
Thy hair soft-lifted by the winnowing wind;
Or on a half-reap'd furrow sound asleep,
Drows'd with the fume of poppies, while thy hook
Spares the next swath and all its twinéd flowers:
And sometimes like a gleaner thou dost keep
Steady thy laden head across a brook;
Or by a cyder-press, with patient look,
Thou watchest the last oozings hours by hours.
Where are the songs of Spring? Ay, where are they?
Think not of them, thou hast thy music too,—
While barréd clouds bloom the soft-dying day,
And touch the stubble-plains with rosy hue;
Then in a wailful choir the small gnats mourn
Among the river sallows, borne aloft
Or sinking as the light wind lives or dies;
And full-grown lambs loud bleat from hilly bourn;
Hedge-crickets sing; and now with treble soft
The red-breast whistles from a garden-croft;
And gathering swallows twitter in the skies.
Friday, October 06, 2017
Monday, October 02, 2017
Enough. These few words are enough.
If not these words, this breath.
If not this breath, this sitting here.
This opening to the life
we have refused
again and again
by David Whyte, from the book Where Many Rivers Meet
When despair for the world grows in me and I wake in the night at the least sound in fear of what my life and my children's lives may be, I go and lie down where the wood drake rests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds. I come into the peace of wild things who do not tax their lives with forethought of grief. I come into the presence of still water. And I feel above me the day-blind stars waiting with their light. For a time I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.
© Wendell Berry. This poem is excerpted from “The Selected Poems of Wendell Berry” a
Before you know what kindness really is you must lose things, feel the future dissolve in a moment like salt in a weakened broth. What you held in your hand, what you counted and carefully saved, all this must go so you know how desolate the landscape can be between the regions of kindness. How you ride and ride thinking the bus will never stop, the passengers eating maize and chicken will stare out the window forever. Before you learn the tender gravity of kindness you must travel where the Indian in a white poncho lies dead by the side of the road. You must see how this could be you, how he too was someone who journeyed through the night with plans and the simple breath that kept him alive. Before you know kindness as the deepest thing inside, you must know sorrow as the other deepest thing. You must wake up with sorrow. You must speak to it till your voice catches the thread of all sorrows and you see the size of the cloth. Then it is only kindness that makes sense anymore, only kindness that ties your shoes and sends you out into the day to gaze at bread, only kindness that raises its head from the crowd of the world to say It is I you have been looking for, and then goes with you everywhere like a shadow or a friend.
Tuesday, August 29, 2017
Thursday, May 04, 2017
Thursday, March 02, 2017
Tuesday, February 28, 2017
|Bayley-Darlin' Shipley April 13, 2009 - February 27, 2017 Our hearts are broken.....|
Sunday, February 19, 2017
I 'borrowed' this from Jayne at Journey through Grace blog. I don't think she will mind.
February is becoming such a 'brutiful' month for us. Randy and I both have birthdays this month, Badger, and then Dewey, crossed the Rainbow Bridge in the month of February several years back, and now Bayley is dreaming his way to an early adventure to the Rainbow Bridge. He's not quite ready for this grand adventure just yet, but probably won't be long before he will be romping and running to his heart's content, doing all of the fun running things that he hasn't been able to do here in this physical world. For now, I stay close by his side, feasting my eyes and heart on his sweet face for as long as I can.