Thursday, November 28, 2013
Wednesday, November 27, 2013
The person who introduced me to biscotti made a big mistake. I'm having a lot of fun baking them...
All three are from King Arthur Flour's online recipes. The bottom layer is the Traditional Italian Biscotti, the middle layer is Maple Walnut Biscotti, and the top is Lemon Almon Biscotti. I don't think that these are the best that they could be, but they are close. Besides, if I had nothing to learn from these batches, I couldn't make them better, could I?
Friday, November 22, 2013
So as I was standing there warming up water for the purposes of brewing tea, I was browsing the news. I felt like I was reading all the bad news in the entire world. Of course I wasn't.
--The war in Syria has turned into a persecution of Christians, in which thousands have been massacred, driven from their homes, or suffered other atrocities. In spite of big talk from our government, the innocent still suffer.
--America wants turn itself into another Sodom and Gomorrah. Of course, this is also being supported by our government.
--Catholics argue amongst themselves about the best way to handle things, and their insults towards each other sound as bad as what you would expect to hear on the streets.
As I was reading the news, posts, and comments, this quote came to mind:
"And you shall hear of wars and rumours of wars. See that ye be not troubled. For these things must come to pass, but the end is not yet. For nation shall rise against nation, and kingdom against kingdom; and there shall be pestilences, and famines, and earthquakes in places: Now all these are the beginnings of sorrows."
This next quote also came to mind, although the bard is not as good as the Savior for laying things on the line.
"Blood and destruction shall be so in use,
And dreadful objects so familiar,
That mothers shall but smile when they behold
Their infants quartered with the hands of war,
All pity choked with custom of fell deeds,
And Caesar’s spirit, ranging for revenge,
With Ate by his side come hot from hell,
Shall in these confines with a monarch’s voice
Cry “Havoc!” and let slip the dogs of war,
That this foul deed shall smell above the earth
With carrion men, groaning for burial."
--Billy of the shaking spears, Julius Ceasar, Act 3, Scene 1, lines 280-290
Thursday, November 21, 2013
Wednesday, November 20, 2013
This came in my inbox today. It seemed to be worth reposting.
“If you expect the world to be fair with you because you are fair with them, it is like expecting a lion not to eat you because you don't eat lion...”
Sunday, November 17, 2013
Finally! I have produced a batch of non-chew-defying, not-made-of-cement, non-leave-this-to-melt-in-your-coffee-because-if-you-don't-you-won't-have-any-teeth-left biscotti!!!
Happy Sunday, and Feast of St. Gregory the Wonder Worker, Bishop and Confessor (old calendar).