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Monday, April 21, 2014

Sunday, April 20, 2014

Happy Easter!


Friday, April 18, 2014

Friday French Food Feature:

Cheese Puffs 
Gougeres
Gougères (cheese puffs), a specialty of the Burgundy region in France is a savoury choux pastry with cheese.

Traditionally the puffs are made with Gruyère, but other cheeses are also used. 
The puffs are usually made in small bite size pastries but the batter can be baked in a pie tin. If baked in a ring or pie tin the gougère is normally filled with savoury ingredients like beef, ham or mushrooms. 

Time: About 30 minutes
Yields 30-40 Gougères

Ingredients:
1 c of water
4 Tblsp butter 
 (about half a stick) 
1/2 tsp salt
1 1/2 c  (about 7 ounces) all-purpose flour
3 eggs
1 c freshly grated Emmenthal, Gruyère, Cantal or Cheddar cheese
1 c freshly grated Parmesan or other hard cheese

Preparation
Preheat oven to 425 degrees and lightly grease 2 baking sheets.
Combine one cup water, butter and salt in a medium saucepan and bring to the boil over a medium to high heat. Stir until butter melts.
Add flour all at once and cook, stirring continuously for about 5 minutes or less, until dough holds together in a ball. Keep stirring until dough is smooth. Transfer batter to a large mixing bowl.
Add eggs one at a time, beating hard after each addition, (preferably with an electric mixer as a hand mixer may not be strong enough) until the mixture is glossy.
Stir in the cheeses.
Drop teaspoons full onto a baking sheet and bake until puffed and lightly browned, about 10-15 minutes.

Serve cheese puffs hot or at room temperature.

Bon Appétit!

recipe via

Thursday, April 17, 2014

In a Word:























Lines Written in Early Spring by William Wordsworth

I heard a thousand blended notes,
While in a grove I sate reclined,
In that sweet mood when pleasant thoughts
Bring sad thoughts to the mind.

To her fair works did Nature link
The human soul that through me ran;
And much it grieved my heart to think
What man has made of man.

Through primrose tufts, in that green bower,
The periwinkle trailed its wreaths;
And ’tis my faith that every flower
Enjoys the air it breathes.

The birds around me hopped and played,
Their thoughts I cannot measure:--
But the least motion which they made
It seemed a thrill of pleasure.

The budding twigs spread out their fan,
To catch the breezy air;
And I must think, do all I can,
That there was pleasure there.

If this belief from heaven be sent,
If such be Nature’s holy plan,
Have I not reason to lament
What man has made of man?

Wednesday, April 16, 2014

Tuesday, April 15, 2014

In the Studio:


Here is a tutorial from the website Panda Hall on making your own cage for putting all sorts of beads and baubles ( I like to use sea glass and sea marbles). Click here to be taken to the original post!

Monday, April 14, 2014

Sunday, April 13, 2014

Thursday, April 10, 2014

In a Word:

 
Describe plum-blossoms?
Better than my verses...white
Wordless Butterflies
 ~ Reikan