Heres a collected summary: Friends Fun at school Comfy beds Term being half way through Holidays coming soon books to read Sleep Friends in another country While were in the business of saying thank you, i could list some things from my day, for which. Blessed are dream those who mourn, for they will be comforted. Blessed are the meek, for they will inherit the earth. Blessed are those who hunger and thirst for righteousness, for they will be filled. Blessed are the merciful, for they will be shown mercy. Blessed are the pure in heart, for they will see god. Blessed are the peacemakers, for they will be called children of God.
I just didnt expect that it would be a delight. I arrived to find the kids fed, dishes done and a meal kept warm for. The kids and I played my all time favourite quieten down the kids game boxes not putting the kids in boxes rather that little game of dots on a page eventually joined up into boxes. This was followed by staggered bedtimes, strictly adhered. Some reading aloud to the youngest, some quiet companionable reading with the older siblings. Followed by tuck-ins and bedtime prayers. I asked each child for some things from their day, for which we could thank god.
Could this be my punishment for disloyalty? Two minutes later: the friendly, loyalty-seeking waitress just brought me the other newspaper in the cafe (after another loyal patron had finished with it). The crossword therein is as yet untouched. I believe im hooked. November 3, 2015 shazzameena Writing101 Tags: babysitting, beatitudes, bedtime stories, blessings, games, reading, thankfulness, writing 101 7 Comments If were to write using lists in todays challenge, i might well start with this trusty old post card that is usually pinned to a noticeboard. 10 Tips to Stress Less: Remember to get your zzzzs Talk out your troubles Notice something beautiful de-clutter your life do more of what makes you feel most alive practice compassion learn to listen and be heard Delegate Plan date nights with your friends End. Not that i expected it would be awful or demanding.
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Its not that Im a coffee snob. I actually would have been ok with an instant coffee. It was just that this particular blend, in the form of my customary long black, was literally making me shudder each time a took a mouthful. Thats a problem when youre trying to look friendly, appreciative, and, well, just normal, really. So, while i dont take kindly to disloyalty in any area of life, i had to make the decision. The reality is, lie they may not even notice Im no longer a regular patron? This is not likely, given that when i visited yesterday, they said so good to see you back after being away for work.
One thing that nearly held me there, in the old space, clutching my coffee with determination and preemptive shuddering, was the free newspapers and the crossword found therein. But now Im here in the new space, with a much better coffee for my tastes, brighter surroundings, free wifi and you guessed it a free newspaper. Coffee and Crossword What else can I do, but embrace disloyalty? With time, my disloyalty will become a new loyalty, to a new writing space. Postscript: I turned to the crossword. Someone had got there before.
Serve with a bowl of whipped cream and a bowl of berries. November 9, 2015 shazzameena Writing101 Tags: cafes, crosswords, decolata, free wifi, loyalty, summer Hill, writing space 9 Comments Today, i am to write about the space in which I write. Yet, that very topic brings me face to face with the current crisis that I face. Perhaps crisis is a tad dramatic. Yet, as I sit here in this new space, two doors down from my old space, im feeling a little anxious. Admittedly a little less anxious than I was a few minutes ago as I tried to approach the new space from a different direction so that the owners of the old space wouldnt see.
Having memorised my name and coffee order within two visits, i imagined them calling out my name in enthusiastic greeting, only to fade on the last syllable as I slinked past them to the other place. Cafe loyalty or, calling it as it is, dis loyalty. I wanted to be loyal. Id made headway with remembering the names of the staff and other fellow patrons. I was enjoying the free newspaper and the feeling of belonging. I just wasnt enjoying the coffee. Thats a problem when youre sitting in a cafe.
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Beat until the castor sugar is dissolved. Sift in the icing sugar and then fold the mixture with a large metal spoon until its combined dont overmix. Spoon onto the trays in clumps! I paper get about 15-16 from this batch but you could make them bigger or smaller if you prefer. Bake japanese in the oven for an hour more if theyre not crisp when you touch them. (I swap the trays around on the two shelves in my oven, half-way through the cooking time). When they crusty on the outside, take them out and carefully remove them onto a cooling rack.
The thing about meringues is that theyre good for both. At least I trust they are. A light crust that holds things together just long enough until one reaches the soft comfort resume of the marshmallow-like interior. I hope the meringues are a comfort to this friend as she grieves with family afar, friends nearby, and alone as she settles into bed to sleep tonight. Meringue therapy 4 egg whites 3/4 cup castor sugar 1 cup of icing sugar Preheat the oven to 100 degrees celsius (or as low as your oven will go mine is 120 degrees.) Line baking tray with baking paper (I use two trays). With electric mixer on medium speed, whip egg whites until they form soft peaks. Turn the mixer to high speed and add the castor sugar a dessert spoon at a time.
Basil and beaten Egg Yolk with brother, nephew and niece at my brothers table. Advertisements, november 18, 2015 shazzameena, free writing, writing101, tags: writing101, free writing, gifts, grief, meringues, recipe for perfect meringues, leave a comment, the inside of an egg holds the promise of the ultimate meringue recipe half of the insides of four eggs, anyway. This morning I made a batch of meringues for a friend. When I went to bed last night, and as my friendss birthday came to an end, i fell asleep with the intention to awake the next morning and make those meringues she loves so much. A promised birthday gift, albeit a day late. This morning I woke to an email shed written last night, after my bedtime, telling us, her friends and family, that her dear brother had died that very day. A day of birth and a day of death.
She could put her mind to anything and do it well. She loves quiet time. Shes pretty much the same height as me now, and I interests cant believe how shes grown into a young woman already. She knows more about doing her hair and makeup than. All while she excels at school. Im so proud of them both. I love having more time to see them. Though these days I have to take what time they can give me in the midst of their busy, social lives. But Ill take whatever time and hugs and laughs I can get.
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November 27, 2015 shazzameena, marcella hazan, writing101, tags: courgette sauce with basil and beaten egg yolk, family, marcella hazan, pasta, the Essentials of Classic Italian cooking, writing 101 2 Comments, this past year, while ive been on the same land mass as my family, ive. I still feel theres so much to writing catch up onso many days of life and inches of growth that my niece and nephew have experienced while i wasnt looking, while a sea or two or three and a nation or two or three or ten. Every few years ive parachuted in and seen them that bit older and wiser and chattier and funnier. Yet, i think back to the baby boy i held and spent time with for the first four months of his life before i flew away for the first time. Eighteen years later, hes taller than me, and hes still so lovely and he makes my heart swell and hurt with love all at the same time. Hes a butcher in the making just now. Hes always been a sensitive, caring soul in the making. I think back to the little, feisty toddling girl I met for the first time when I traveled back many years ago. She was already a budding actress and a very clever little girl.