After spending the better part of today searching for roast beef to
cook for tomorrow’s family get together, I dragged home victorious.
You’d think in a city the size of mine, it wouldn’t be so difficult to
find a haunch of the proper beef to cook, but ahh, the hard part is it
has to be perfect—the exact type that my mum cooked as a girl and young
wife over in England.
A pork shoulder wouldn’t do. Nor would a Yankee
beef pot roast— the horrors! Oh no. For Easter (which is another story
in itself) my mum wants all the traditional English fixings…baby
potatoes, carrots, onions and of course—authentic Yorkshire pudding. Oh
yeah—the works.
I should be thankful she didn’t want spring lamb. I am so not cooking lambiekins! Yikes!
Add to that, this sudden craving she has for cheesecake, and my goose is cooked…so to speak.
I forgot to go by Adam Matthews outlet and pick up cheesecakes on Friday.
Eeps!
I didn’t
feel like going out in a torrential downpour yesterday and drive 20
miles to go to the cheesecake factory.
So, I am spending today baking cookies (3 types) in a valiant attempt
to distract her tomorrow when she realizes I still didn’t buy a cheese
cake today. Adam Matthews is closed on the weekends—who knew?
But by God, I shall have Yorkshire Pudding and Roast Beef and it
shall be good and all who partake of it shall be satisfied! Or else!
Grrr.
Thank goodness for You Tube! I lost mum’s Yorkshire Pudding recipe,
and I dare not call her, but I found this recipe and it’s wonderful! So
is the sweet old lady in the video. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nEx-vwSEr6k
Enjoy your weekend and Happy Easter or Eostre!
I plan to soak my cookies in some hot cocoa and take a well deserved break to chill.
Saturday, April 11, 2009
Saturday, April 4, 2009
For The Birds...
I can hear birds chirping madly outside my window.
I have to go investigate, so I push away from my table and take a peek and find that several birds are flocked around the bird feeder and the bigger ones are chasing the smaller ones away. I guess like the bird version of schoolyard bullying. I open the window and they all fly away.Quiet remains, so I go back to my computer and rewrite a scene to layer in more description. I’m almost finished when I hear the first tweet. Then another. Soon, a veritable feathered orchestra descends on my window.
I swivel to check it out and the birds are pressed against my screen. I see that the bird feeder is almost empty and the bigger birds are guarding it for themselves, hogging the seed trough. Oh my.
I guess the smaller birds are squealing on their kindred. :P
If I am to get any further writing done this morning, I’m going to need more seed. I grab the bucket and go outside. The minute the door opens most of the birds fly away. A few brave souls watch as I refill the bird feeder and also scatter some of the seed on the ground near the Holly bush by my window. The second I go back inside my home, I hear the flapping of wings.
I manage to finish the scene and the chapter. Yay me.
Now, I could have simply put on my headphones and drowned out the little blighters, but nope, I fed them and gave in to their demands. Basically, the little squirts have me good and trained. And people call them bird-brains. rofl.
Tuesday, February 17, 2009
Cassie's Pineapple Cake
At best they are soggy, gluey pineapple concoctions, lacking any discernible flavor, especially that of pineapple. ::snerk::
Since pineapple upside-down cake is my absolute favorite cake in the world (yes, even more than chocolate), why shouldn’t I have my favorite cake for my birthday?
Hey, ya know what would be great with this cake? Pineapple sherbet. OMG! I am maxing out on a pineapple overload and it is…divine!
Sunday, February 1, 2009
Dreams and Dreaming
Last night I was chatting with a fellow writer friend about listening
to her dreams and accessing her intuition. I think there are a lot of
truths hidden in our dreams. Our subconscious and higher self uses
dreams as a form of communication. We take in and perceive such a
barrage of information during the day, that it stands to reason not
everything gets processed.At night, though, when we are asleep the
information earlier held in reserve reveals itself often through the
landscape and language of dreams.
Of course, not all dreams are bits of hidden data we accumulated, but are an awakening to something more powerful. We all have the ability to dream. What we often lack is the recall. I always suggest starting a dream journal and having it on your nightstand along with a pen, so that when you first wake up, you can jot down notes about any dreams you might have had the night before while they are still fresh in your mind.
Once you start reading back through your journal, you can get a better idea of what your subconscious is saying. Of course, this also helps you sort out what kind of dreams you’re having.
I break them down into three main areas:
Subconscious P.I.
Inner Wisdom and Personal Truths
Prophetic and Intuitive Dreaming
Subconscious P.I. is the stuff that goes on around you all day that you may miss. All those things in the light of day you’re oblivious to and don’t see. An example would be sitting next to a co-worker at lunch and then that night dreaming about them getting a divorce. The dream may be prophetic, but may have more to do with your subconscious picking up clues like a bare finger where they used to wear a ring, or eating take out when they used to bring a brown bag lunch. Your subconscious sees these things and streams the data into your brain for later use in dreams. Sometimes they can warn us of problems before they arise, like a wobbly ladder needing repair, or a tire with a slow leak. If we don’t get them fixed, they may become prophetic!
Inner Wisdom and Personal Truths are those insights into our very nature, things we try to deliberately hide from during the day. Most of the questions we have about our lives can be answered if we choose to explore, see, and listen to the inner wisdom and truth in our subconscious.
An example would be dreaming of an old woman giving us advice, or a child playing on a swing, or inanimate objects that feature in dreams often signify and symbolize a part of ourselves. The old woman could represent the sage inside us, or the child our need for security, our cell phone the social aspect of our personality.
And finally, there are those dream that defy logic or “rational” thought…
Prophetic and Intuitive Dreaming are the dreams that become all too real. We see things that don’t belong in either of the first two categories. We try to analyze and puzzle out a dream, only to find out later that what we dream came true.
An example of this would be dreaming about the number 26 in conjunction with an airplane crash into the ocean and later hearing on the news the next day that Flight 26 did. Or that you were chosen to appear on a game show and won $100,000. Then getting a call back that you were selected, and you went on to win exactly $100,000. We should all be so lucky, eh?
Many of us never have those dreams we classify as prophetic, but I believe we all have the capability to tap into the divine power and energy hidden within our own subconscious minds.
But before you think you’ve figured it all out, know that dreams are a sort of shorthand and often the interpretation we apply is faulty because of our own perceptions and personality. For instance, I dreamed for over a month of driving a sporty new green car. I loved the image of myself driving this car, the windows down, the breeze blowing my hair. As I curved around a bend, I saw more in the dream, visual pointers I would be sure to look for later, I knew.
When my own car finally died, I believed that the perfect car, the one waiting for me, would turn out to be green.
And I did see a car I liked that was green…but it was out of my price range and nothing I could do would make that car be mine. Believe me, I tried, too. LOL.
I finally wound up with a vehicle that was white.
So my dream wasn’t prophetic at all—or was it? The dreams stopped after I bought the white one. Then three months later, my sister went shopping and bought a car—a green car.
But in the dream I was driving it…? The answer soon become apparent when a few weeks after buying it, she invited me to go with her up to the country to visit relatives. Since my car turned out to be a gas guzzler, we took her car and also, since she’d just had surgery on her toes, she asked me to drive her little green car. And as we curved around a bend in the two lane country road, I saw a red barn to the left and knew this was exactly like my dream! The green car wasn’t mine, it was hers! I’d had a glimpse into the future. But my own wants colored my interpretation.
Why did I dream about my sister’s green car? Or me driving it? I have no idea. But it just goes to show that not all prophetic dreams are matters of earth shattering proportions.
Sometimes dreams are just what they are. Whispers from the universe of possibilities.
Of course, not all dreams are bits of hidden data we accumulated, but are an awakening to something more powerful. We all have the ability to dream. What we often lack is the recall. I always suggest starting a dream journal and having it on your nightstand along with a pen, so that when you first wake up, you can jot down notes about any dreams you might have had the night before while they are still fresh in your mind.
Once you start reading back through your journal, you can get a better idea of what your subconscious is saying. Of course, this also helps you sort out what kind of dreams you’re having.
I break them down into three main areas:
Subconscious P.I.
Inner Wisdom and Personal Truths
Prophetic and Intuitive Dreaming
Subconscious P.I. is the stuff that goes on around you all day that you may miss. All those things in the light of day you’re oblivious to and don’t see. An example would be sitting next to a co-worker at lunch and then that night dreaming about them getting a divorce. The dream may be prophetic, but may have more to do with your subconscious picking up clues like a bare finger where they used to wear a ring, or eating take out when they used to bring a brown bag lunch. Your subconscious sees these things and streams the data into your brain for later use in dreams. Sometimes they can warn us of problems before they arise, like a wobbly ladder needing repair, or a tire with a slow leak. If we don’t get them fixed, they may become prophetic!
Inner Wisdom and Personal Truths are those insights into our very nature, things we try to deliberately hide from during the day. Most of the questions we have about our lives can be answered if we choose to explore, see, and listen to the inner wisdom and truth in our subconscious.
An example would be dreaming of an old woman giving us advice, or a child playing on a swing, or inanimate objects that feature in dreams often signify and symbolize a part of ourselves. The old woman could represent the sage inside us, or the child our need for security, our cell phone the social aspect of our personality.
And finally, there are those dream that defy logic or “rational” thought…
Prophetic and Intuitive Dreaming are the dreams that become all too real. We see things that don’t belong in either of the first two categories. We try to analyze and puzzle out a dream, only to find out later that what we dream came true.
An example of this would be dreaming about the number 26 in conjunction with an airplane crash into the ocean and later hearing on the news the next day that Flight 26 did. Or that you were chosen to appear on a game show and won $100,000. Then getting a call back that you were selected, and you went on to win exactly $100,000. We should all be so lucky, eh?
Many of us never have those dreams we classify as prophetic, but I believe we all have the capability to tap into the divine power and energy hidden within our own subconscious minds.
But before you think you’ve figured it all out, know that dreams are a sort of shorthand and often the interpretation we apply is faulty because of our own perceptions and personality. For instance, I dreamed for over a month of driving a sporty new green car. I loved the image of myself driving this car, the windows down, the breeze blowing my hair. As I curved around a bend, I saw more in the dream, visual pointers I would be sure to look for later, I knew.
When my own car finally died, I believed that the perfect car, the one waiting for me, would turn out to be green.
And I did see a car I liked that was green…but it was out of my price range and nothing I could do would make that car be mine. Believe me, I tried, too. LOL.
I finally wound up with a vehicle that was white.
So my dream wasn’t prophetic at all—or was it? The dreams stopped after I bought the white one. Then three months later, my sister went shopping and bought a car—a green car.
But in the dream I was driving it…? The answer soon become apparent when a few weeks after buying it, she invited me to go with her up to the country to visit relatives. Since my car turned out to be a gas guzzler, we took her car and also, since she’d just had surgery on her toes, she asked me to drive her little green car. And as we curved around a bend in the two lane country road, I saw a red barn to the left and knew this was exactly like my dream! The green car wasn’t mine, it was hers! I’d had a glimpse into the future. But my own wants colored my interpretation.
Why did I dream about my sister’s green car? Or me driving it? I have no idea. But it just goes to show that not all prophetic dreams are matters of earth shattering proportions.
Sometimes dreams are just what they are. Whispers from the universe of possibilities.
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