So a friend of mine that lives in Malibu...and has no business in the kitchen since she usually ends up burning everything sent me this little recipe.
Ingredients:
1 cup of water
1 tsp baking soda
1 cup of flour
1 tsp salt
1 cup of brown sugar
Lemon juice
4 large eggs
Nuts
1 bottle tequila
2 cups of dried fruit
Method:
Sample the tequila to check quality.
Take a large bowl
Check the tequila again.
To be sure it is of the highest quality, pour one level cup and drink.
Repeat.
Turn on the electric mixer.
Beat one cup of butter in a large fluffy bowl.
Add one teaspoon of sugar.
Beat again.
At this point it's best to make sure the tequila is still OK.
Try another cup... just in case.
Turn off the mixerer thingy.
Break 2 leggs and add to the bowl and chuck in the cup of dried fruit.
Pick the fruit up off floor.
Mix on the turner.
If the fried druit gets stuck in the beaterers just pry it loose with a drewscriver.
Sample the lequita to check for tonsisticity.
Next, sift two cups of salt.
Or something.
Check the tequila.
Now shift the lemon juice and strain your nuts.
Add one table.
Add a spoon of sugar, or somefink.
Whatever you can find.
Greash the oven.
Turn the cake tin 360 degrees and try not to fall over.
Don't forget to beat off the turner.
Finally, throw the bowl through the window.
Finish the tequila and wipe counter with the cat.
DELICIOUS
Wednesday, February 18, 2009
Tuesday, February 10, 2009
To cheat or not to cheat?
From what I have noticed in my rather short life span, when relationships begins to fail, we fight even harder to try to keep it together, as if to tell ourselves that we can do it. And no matter how many things go a-wall. we still stick around. I'm not sure what it is about human nature that leads us in this direction of life. But for some odd reason, we never really leave until the boat has already sank. Why are we programmed in such a way, that we cause most of our own pain and agony? It fascinates me. And although I don't really believe in cheating, sometimes that's really the only option left. When ever I feel like the earth is just crumbling under my feet, for some reason I always think about the opening monologue of one of my favorite movies : LOVE ACTUALLY.
“Whenever I get gloomy with the state of the world I think about the arrivals gate at Heathrow Airport. General opinion is starting to make out that we live in a world of hatred and greed. I don’t see that. It seems to me that love is everywhere. Often it’s not particularly dignified or newsworthy, but it’s always there. Fathers and sons, mothers and daughters, husbands and wives, boyfriends, girlfriends, old friends. When the planes hit the twin towers none of the phone calls from the people on board were messages of hate or revenge. They were all messages of love. If you look for it, I’ve got a sneaky feeling you’ll find that love, actually is, all around.”
In between my episodes of crying, fighting, reconciling, apologizing and deciding that I'm going to try one more, one last time. I clear my head. And I start all over again.
To be honest, my current relationship began as a " friendship" and X and I deiced that it was just a way for us to hang out and watch movies, while keeping each other company.
But as days went on...physical activity escalated, and what should have stayed a friendship turned in to something else...like those kinda things always do.
And now, eight painful months later, everything hangs on a very thin string. The problem is that I can't leave him just yet. No matter how much I want to, I still love him, however, more as a friend that anything. I love his family, and he's very fragile due to depression. I hate my thoughts about a single life, since I just drag myself down. I know what happiness feels like, and I miss it. But for now, that's life. Or at least it was until last night.
And I know that some of you might have cruel and opinionated things to say, but hear ( or read in this case) me out.
Last spring, when I was still Mr. X free, I had a couple of relationships that narrowed down what it is I wanted from life. And although some really hurt to leave, others decided that even after they ended, the person would be imprinted in to my mind.
So last night, I texted an ex just to say hello. After the breakup we'd reconciled our differences and just kept it on a "hello-goodbye" basis. But last night, in almost 10 months, we decided that a drink was in order. Unfortunately, the meeting was only possible by lying. Which I hate to have to do, but I needed a breath of fresh air, a break.
I drove over to my ex's house. And what I was not prepared for is all of the previous emotions returning. I parked my car in the same spot, just as I had months beofre, and walked through the front gate. He was standing right there. Watching, silently but kindly. I manged to keep my emotions together through a brief-hello, and lit a cigarette to calm myself.
" since when do you smoke"
"I smoked when we were together"
Silence
We talked about things, about people, about life.
We watched a movie. Everything came back.
We had no contact all night, even the passage of the drinks was interrupted by a table.
But the connection was there, just as it had been there the time before.
When we first met, it was the best day of my life. Honestly. We drove all over LA, saw the city from the Hollywood Hills, and there was a moment where it all just seemed perfect.
His gentle hand held mine , I was trully happy.
the romance ended rather abruptly, cince he didn't want a relationship due to one previously ending. But he was always in my mind.
As horrible as I feel about lying to Mr. X, I also feel a rush of extacy.
As O walked me to my car, he stood there without a word. But he's eyes were doing all the talking. I stood allong his side, silent but soaring high.
We parted with a hug, a smile and a see ya later rather than goodbye.
“Whenever I get gloomy with the state of the world I think about the arrivals gate at Heathrow Airport. General opinion is starting to make out that we live in a world of hatred and greed. I don’t see that. It seems to me that love is everywhere. Often it’s not particularly dignified or newsworthy, but it’s always there. Fathers and sons, mothers and daughters, husbands and wives, boyfriends, girlfriends, old friends. When the planes hit the twin towers none of the phone calls from the people on board were messages of hate or revenge. They were all messages of love. If you look for it, I’ve got a sneaky feeling you’ll find that love, actually is, all around.”
In between my episodes of crying, fighting, reconciling, apologizing and deciding that I'm going to try one more, one last time. I clear my head. And I start all over again.
To be honest, my current relationship began as a " friendship" and X and I deiced that it was just a way for us to hang out and watch movies, while keeping each other company.
But as days went on...physical activity escalated, and what should have stayed a friendship turned in to something else...like those kinda things always do.
And now, eight painful months later, everything hangs on a very thin string. The problem is that I can't leave him just yet. No matter how much I want to, I still love him, however, more as a friend that anything. I love his family, and he's very fragile due to depression. I hate my thoughts about a single life, since I just drag myself down. I know what happiness feels like, and I miss it. But for now, that's life. Or at least it was until last night.
And I know that some of you might have cruel and opinionated things to say, but hear ( or read in this case) me out.
Last spring, when I was still Mr. X free, I had a couple of relationships that narrowed down what it is I wanted from life. And although some really hurt to leave, others decided that even after they ended, the person would be imprinted in to my mind.
So last night, I texted an ex just to say hello. After the breakup we'd reconciled our differences and just kept it on a "hello-goodbye" basis. But last night, in almost 10 months, we decided that a drink was in order. Unfortunately, the meeting was only possible by lying. Which I hate to have to do, but I needed a breath of fresh air, a break.
I drove over to my ex's house. And what I was not prepared for is all of the previous emotions returning. I parked my car in the same spot, just as I had months beofre, and walked through the front gate. He was standing right there. Watching, silently but kindly. I manged to keep my emotions together through a brief-hello, and lit a cigarette to calm myself.
" since when do you smoke"
"I smoked when we were together"
Silence
We talked about things, about people, about life.
We watched a movie. Everything came back.
We had no contact all night, even the passage of the drinks was interrupted by a table.
But the connection was there, just as it had been there the time before.
When we first met, it was the best day of my life. Honestly. We drove all over LA, saw the city from the Hollywood Hills, and there was a moment where it all just seemed perfect.
His gentle hand held mine , I was trully happy.
the romance ended rather abruptly, cince he didn't want a relationship due to one previously ending. But he was always in my mind.
As horrible as I feel about lying to Mr. X, I also feel a rush of extacy.
As O walked me to my car, he stood there without a word. But he's eyes were doing all the talking. I stood allong his side, silent but soaring high.
We parted with a hug, a smile and a see ya later rather than goodbye.
Tuesday, February 3, 2009
Jump siuts?
So, i know for some this is going to be a somewhat horrid ( or on the contrary) trip to the 80's. Along with power suits and big hair, I know it's memories that my mother tries to avoid at all costs. In any case, being the fashion whore that I am..I've noticed that jumpsuits are EVERYWHERE...from the runways in some of the most beautiful cities in the world to the glossy pages of Vougue magazines published all around the world. But personally I'm not sure of how wearable it is. To be honest, I somewhat cringe every time I see someone wearing a jumpsuit. I don't really
know why either. I actually really fancied them when I was a kid. They were comfy and it was only one article of 
clothing to put on. However, when I think of them now, all that romps through my mind are clowns in the 80's. I don't really know, get back to me with opinions.
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