Monday, February 18, 2013

Granola

Store-bought granolas are often loaded with sugar, fat and salt. This recipe cuts down on all of those things and you can adjust the ingredients to your own tastes.


Servings: About 6 cups


Video

Wake up to homemade granola


Ingredients


3 cups rolled oats

1 cup shredded, unsweetened coconut

¾ cup pumpkin seeds

1 cup pecans (or any nut) roughly chopped

1/3 cup honey

½ tsp real vanilla extract

2 tbsp maple syrup

1 tsp salt

½ cup dried blueberries (or cranberries)

½ cup dried cherries

½ cup dried apricot, chopped roughly


Method

Preheat oven to 300 F.

In a bowl combine the oats, coconut, pumpkin seeds, flax and pecans.

In a separate small bowl mix the honey, vanilla, maple syrup and salt.

Pour the honey mixture over the dry mixture and toss until evenly coated.

Put parchment down on two cookies sheets. Spread half the granola mixture on each sheet. Put the sheets into the oven and check the granola after 10 minutes, stirring to turn the mixture.

Bake for a total of 20 minutes or until the granola is golden and fragrant.

Remove from the oven and cool so the granola can be handled. Pour it into a big bowl and mix in the dried fruit while the granola is still warm.

Cool completely and then store in a sealed container.

Nicolette Scorsese - National Lampoon Christmas Vacation

Started out her career as a model, which is where she met her former boyfriend, actor/model Antonio Sabato Jr..
The grand-daddy of them all - she still rocks my world every XMas when this film is shown.
Kinda like a treat for the big boys - still gorgeous BTW

Neruda 11 & 17 - Studies in Indifference or not


Cien sonetos de amor (100 Love Sonnets) is a collection of sonnets written by the Chilean poet and Nobel Laureate Pablo Neruda originally published in Argentina in 1959.

It was dedicated to his beloved wife -at the time-, Matilde Urrutia, but that is another long and complicated story.

It is divided into the four stages of the day: morning, afternoon, evening, and night.

This collect has always been a bit of a Rorschach test for me: which poem do you like the best and why. The easy answer has always been  No. 11 – it is obvious – vulgar in an appealing way – soft and gooey in an unappealing way.

I have always loved No. 17 – almost dropped it when it appeared in Patch Adams (horrible movie!) but it always draws me in when I go on a Neruda jag.

Take a look – let me know what you think – if you have another candidate, I am always delighted to find new avenues to explore.

Love Sonnet XI

I crave your mouth, your voice, your hair.
Silent and starving, I prowl through the streets.
Bread does not nourish me, dawn disrupts me, all day
I hunt for the liquid measure of your steps.

I hunger for your sleek laugh,
your hands the color of a savage harvest,
hunger for the pale stones of your fingernails,
I want to eat your skin like a whole almond.

I want to eat the sunbeam flaring in your lovely body,
the sovereign nose of your arrogant face,
I want to eat the fleeting shade of your lashes,

and I pace around hungry, sniffing the twilight,
hunting for you, for your hot heart,
like a puma in the barrens of Quitratue.

Sonnet XVII

I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,
or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.

I love you as the plant that never blooms
but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;
thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,
risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;
so I love you because I know no other way
 
than this: where I does not exist, nor you,
so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,
so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.

Saturday, January 19, 2013

Ninja vs. Chicken


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Louise Gluck - Gotta love the poet priestess

“A Village Life”:
      
In the window, the moon is hanging over the earth,
meaningless but full of messages.
It’s dead, it’s always been dead,
but it pretends to be something else,
burning like a star, and convincingly, so that you feel
sometimes
it could actually make something grow on earth.

If there’s an image of the soul, I think that’s what it is.

I move through the dark as though it were natural to
me,
as though I were already a factor in it.
Tranquil and still, the day dawns.
On market day, I go to the market with my lettuces.

Thursday, January 17, 2013

No-Knead Pizza Pie - The Cool and The Crazy

No-Knead Pizza Pie

Makes four 12-inch pizzas
Making the Dough:

500 grams (17 1/2 ounces or about 3 3/4 unsifted cups) all-purpose flour, plus more for shaping the dough
1 gram (1/4 teaspoon) active dry yeast
16 grams (2 teaspoons) fine sea salt
350 grams (11/2 cups) water

1. In a medium bowl, thoroughly blend the flour, yeast, and salt. Add the water and, with a wooden spoon and/or your hands, mix thoroughly. We find it easiest to start with the spoon, then switch to your hands.
2. Cover the bowl with plastic wrap or a kitchen towel and allow it to rise at room temperature (about 72°) for 18 hours or until it has more than doubled. It will take longer in a chilly room and less time in a very warm one.
3. Flour a work surface and scrape out the dough. Divide it into 4 equal parts and shape them. For each portion, start with the right side of the dough and pull it toward the center, then do the same with the left, then the top, then the bottom. (The order doesn't actually matter; what you want is four folds.) Shape each portion into a round and turn seam side down. Mold the dough into a neat circular mound. The mounds should not be sticky; if they are, dust with more flour.
4. If you don't intend to use the dough right away, wrap the balls individually in plastic and refrigerate for up to 3 days. Return to room temperature by leaving them out on the counter, covered in a damp cloth, for 2 to 3 hours before needed.

Tuesday, December 11, 2012

Nike Free 3.0 For Steve

I know y'all are looking for a gifty for me