We definitely made these cookies in December. You’re probably thing to yourself, ‘Self, it’s February. Are they really just now putting these cookies up on their blog?’ Well, we can’t deny just how delayed this post may be. Honestly, there’s no excuse for it. We’re sure that many of you understand how your cooking/writing ration can occasionally be very uneven. Between the two of us cooking on our own and cooking together, it gets a bit crazy, and we have to play catch up. Maybe you’ll remember that we did share the molasses pepper cookies that were on the same table with these bad boys. Well now, we’re showing you a couple more cookies that we shared with our friends. Although we actually made them several weeks ago, they could easily be made and eaten year-round. Our original cookie exchange involved a table full of favorites and quick and easy varieties. Here, you see one of each kind. We love making our own spreads, so the linzers were a no-brainer. With a mix of strawberry and raspberry fillings, they were totally worth the effort. As for the Oreos…well, come on. You can’t get much easier than melting chocolate and dipping a cookie into it. You could tweak those to fit any taste. Use a dark chocolate and top with toffee or try milk chocolate sprinkled with pink Himalayan salt. Like we said, these were cookies made for the holidays, but you could eat them anytime you want.
Strawberry and Raspberry Wine Linzer Cookies (adapted from Joy of Baking) – Approximately 2 dozen cookies Cookies 1 1/4 cups almonds and pistachios, toasted and ground 2 cups flour 1/2 teaspoon cinnamon 1/4 teaspoon salt 1 cup unsalted butter, room temperature 2/3 cup sugar, divided 1 teaspoon pure vanilla extract 2 large egg yolks Zest of 1 lemon Powdered sugar
Strawberry Wine Jam 1 pint strawberries, chopped 1 1/2 cups red wine 1/2-3/4 cup sugar
Raspberry Wine Jam 1 pint raspberries, whole 1 1/2 cups red wine 1/2 cup sugar 1/4 cup honey
1. Make the jams. Drop strawberries, wine and 1/2 cup sugar in a wide sauce pan. Allow to cook down and thicken, approximately 15-20 minutes. Mash strawberries occasionally as you stir. Dip your finger in and taste as you stir, adding a bit more sugar if it’s not sweet enough.
2. Carefully pour strawberry mixture into a food processor or blender. Zap until smooth. Set a small bowl down and pour liquid mixture through a sieve to eliminate any potential seeds. Mixture may be thick, so use a spoon or a flat utensil to scrape underside of sieve. Allow to cool and place in fridge until ready to use. For raspberry jam, follow directions similarly as above in a separate pan and allow to cool.
3. For cookies, toast the nuts on a baking sheet for about 8-10 minutes, or until lightly browned and fragrant. Once the nuts have cooled, place in a food processor and process with 1/4 cup of the sugar from the recipe until finely ground. Set aside.
4. In a separate bowl, whisk or sift together the flour, cinnamon, and salt. Set aside.
5. In the bowl of your electric mixer, cream the butter and remaining sugar until light and fluffy, approximately 3 minutes. Beat in the vanilla, egg yolks, and zest. Add the ground nuts, then the flour mixture beating just until incorporated.
6. Divide the dough in half and shape into two logs. Wrap in plastic wrap and refrigerate until firm.
7. When ready to bake, roll out one log of dough to 1/4″ thick. Use a 3″ cookie cutter to cut shapes out of the dough. Use a smaller cookie cutter approximately 1″ in size to cut out the ‘window’ for half of the cookie shapes.
8. Remove the remaining dough from the refrigerator, roll and cut out the rest of the cookies. Bake the cookies in a preheated oven at 350 degrees for 12-14 minutes or until browned. Cool on a wire rack.
9. To assemble, layer a bit of jam on the flat side of a solid cookie and top with a ‘windowed’ cookie. Dust with powdered sugar.
Peppermint White Chocolate Oreo Cookies – 2 1/2 dozen 1 package Oreo Cookies 12 ounces white chocolate 2 tablespoons unsalted butter (optional) 1/4 teaspoon peppermint extract 1/2 cup peppermint candy or candy cane pieces
1. Melt white chocolate (and butter, if using) over a bain-marie. Stir in extract. Transfer to a cup with a pour spout.
2. Arrange Oreos on wax or parchment paper on a flat baking sheet or pan.
3. Gently pour chocolate mixture over each cookie, covering it completely.
4. Sprinkle tops with candy pieces. Let refrigerate for at least 90 minutes before serving.
It was positively summer-like this weekend and the allure of blueberries on sale at the store was too much to pass up. I was inspired to bake a slump when I saw this recipe in the Saveur 100 issue.
this slump’s no slouch!
I love how the moist, buttery crumb pairs perfectly with the fresh, plump blueberries. It’s topped with a streusel that caramelizes in the oven for a nice texture contrast. We’ve been devouring huge pieces for dessert, but I think it’s safe to say this would be lovely for breakfast or brunch with a cup of coffee.
golden. fluffy. good.
Blueberry Slump [serves 8]
Adapted from this recipe in Saveur, Issue 126. Next time I might swap almond extract for the vanilla, and add a dash of cinnamon to the streusel topping!
2 1⁄4 c flour
1 1⁄4 c sugar
2 T unsalted butter, cut into 1⁄2″ cubes, chilled, plus 8 T melted
1⁄2 t baking powder
1⁄2 t kosher salt
1⁄2 c dry white wine
1 t vanilla extract
2 eggs
1 lb fresh or frozen thawed blueberries
To make the crumb topping, combine 1⁄4 c flour, 1⁄4 c sugar and 2 T chilled and cubed butter in the bowl of a food processor and process until mixture takes on texture of coarse bread crumbs, about 10 seconds. [Alternatively, you could use a pastry cutter.] Refrigerate for 30 minutes.
Heat oven to 350° F. Coat a large glass lasagna/roasting pan [mine is 11 1/2" x 9 1/2"] with butter [or cooking spray] and dust lightly with flour. Shake out any excess flour and set aside.
In a medium bowl, sift together remaining flour, baking powder, and salt; set aside. In a measuring cup, whisk together melted butter and wine; set aside.
In a large bowl, whisk together remaining sugar, vanilla, and eggs until pale and thick, about 2 minutes. Add wine mixture to eggs and whisk until smooth. Add flour mixture; mix until just combined. Pour batter into prepared pan and top with berries in a single layer. Sprinkle reserved crumb topping evenly over berries. Bake until golden brown and bubbly, about 1 hour. Transfer to a rack and let cool for 20 minutes.
Sam brought this wine back from Virginia last summer. She visited the Rappahannock Winery on a trip to DC, and, as she put it, it was the one that turned her palate off the least, so she knew I would like it.
She was right. I love it. It’s mostly a Cabernet Franc grape, with a bit of Malbec. It’s a beautifully balanced drier wine, without making your mouth pucker up and pray for a glass of water.
I first had it at my family’s house on Cape Cod, on a cool summer Labor Day weekend evening. No food with it, just a nice round glass of it.
Since then, I’ve ordered three bottles and gone through two. It’s not available where I live, so I’ve been rationing it, but I plan on ordering a case of it in the near future.
Yesterday I was back on the Hydroxycut at the normal levels of taking three capsules twice a day.. I started the day with some yoghurt and walnuts, followed by a cup of green tea, healthy and according to my plans. I have really missed the help the Hydroxycut gives me in the mornings so Im quite pleased to be back on the stuff!
Otherwise I had a nice day, not too long hours at the office, got a light dinner with sushi and white wine thrown in, although followed by a lovely Haagen Dasz vanilla ice cream though, so I guess it was not all angel like. But felt very good to be back on Hydroxycut!
Recommended wine for today’s entry: I’ll suggest a glass of Chalone Vineyard pinot noir, which promises “a soft, velvety texture and lush berry aromas” on the label. Goodcheapwineguide.com rated it a “serve to guests!”
Has an airline ever lost your luggage?
I don’t mean like when it misses a connection and then comes in on a middle-of-the-night flight and a strange man rings your doorbell at 2 a.m., temporarily stopping your heart and sending the dogs surging into near-fatal frenzies.
I mean like when it just disappears for three days, arriving just in time to be re-checked — at an additional cost of like $50 — for the return trip. Excellent.
Well, at least that way you don’t have to wash the clothes when you get home. Except you do, because you can’t help but wonder if some burly, hairy man (who spends his days in the monotony of loading and unloading a million black rolling suitcases on and off those little carts) unleashes at night by wearing your Victoria’s Secret nightgown and heels and prancing around his apartment. If that hasn’t occurred to you, it should have. Wash them.
The first time my luggage was lost for an extended period of time was on my honeymoon. Of course, it was handy that we flew from Louisville to Atlanta to Miami to San Juan to St. Maarten. Not only was it exhausting, but how in the hell did we even THINK our luggage might make it?
I can tell you where it was. It was in Miami. I know that because I had a huge blue naugahyde suitcase that I’d gotten for college graduation. HUGE. And it had a nice dappled effect, giving it more of the natural look of a real blue cow.
So I was watching them load the little conveyor belt and big blue was nowhere to be seen.
Me: Hey, they didn’t put my suitcase on the plane.
Brand-new husband who had a lot to learn: Don’t be neurotic. It’s on here.
Well, when it was 2 in the morning and about 20 of us were sitting on the curb at the St. Maarten airport while a really snotty French man (the only person working) took our luggage reports one by one … I didn’t seem all that neurotic anymore.
That was the first time he realized that I am always right and he has NEVER questioned me since.
Luckily I had my birth control pills in my purse. Because I sold them to other honeymooners who weren’t quite as smart as I was, at a cost per pill that would make a hospital comptroller proud.
Equally fortuitously, my husband had advised me to stick a swimsuit in my carry-on bag. So we were fine from 10 in the morning until about 5 in the afternoon.
Then we’d put our dirty clothes back on and go to decreasingly fine restaurants as the week progressed. By day three we were attracting goats along the road and eating at outdoor restaurants, seated on the edge of the patio on the breeze’s exit side.
I might add that it was like 100 degrees outside, so if the clothes weren’t gross enough from overuse, there was a little issue of having no deodorant either. Or hair products, curling iron or makeup. Or a razor. Eeks.
There were, of course, drug stores in St. Maarten, but since the airlines told us every single morning that our suitcase would be in our hotel room by the time we came in from the beach every day…
What they didn’t know was that the guy in Miami was still having fun wearing the stuff I got at my lingerie shower.
Finally, on day four, a surly man brought the suitcases.
Anyway, live and learn. Always put a swimsuit in your carry-on.
So the next time they lost my luggage, my friend Jody and I were going to visit my mom in South Florida. We changed planes in an icy Atlanta and landed in the bright sunshine of Ft. Myers. We could feel the warmth even as we walked through the jetway.
Ahh…we said, devising our plan like Ferris Bueller and his friend Cameron. Let’s get to Monkey’s (that would be my mother, don’t ask) and have her make one of her special Bloody Marys while we put on our swimsuits, then we’ll go down to the beach and fend off advances from the young and bronzed cabana boys, only getting off our butts to take a dip in the refreshing aqua water.
The plan was set.
Except here’s what happened. We didn’t get our luggage. We hadn’t packed a swimsuit in our carry-ons. We got to Monkey’s and she made us REALLY strong special Bloody Marys while we put on her swimsuits (which were very cute for a grandma, but a little sturdy and too … um… well endowed for us).
OK, we figured. We’re on vacation. We’re adaptable. I mean, we’re still away from the kids and the cold weather. Beach towel? check. Designer shades? check. Vodka buzz? check check. We carefully shoved our chaises into just the perfect angle to maximize the sun damage to our faces. Ahh.
Well, the cabana boys noticed us alright. In fact, it felt like a different guy came to ask for our drink orders about every 10 minutes. Huh, we whispered triumphantly. We still got it. Even in Monkey’s sensible swimwear.
It was about an hour later, while I was taking the refreshing dip in the aqua water, that I realized I had apparently bumped my chair into one of the well-padded cups on Monkey’s swimsuit. Because there was hardly any me filling the padding, I now looked down and saw Mount Vesuvius on the left and some sort of a caved-in sno-cone cup on the right.
OK, in this case — but only this case — my husband was always right.
I will most certainly have a swimsuit in my carry-on for next week’s girls’ trip.
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Ed orgeron know your number montana hotel haiti katie stevens american idol.
I’m looking for a song that states that I will care about a girl without seeming like I love her, any ideas?
The only part of the lyrics i know goes like because you love you love you love n its a female singer
Theres a song im looking for …?
Remember all the things we wanted
Now all our memories they’re haunted
We were always meant to say goodbye
Even with our fists held high
It never would’ve worked out right
We were never meant for do or die
I didn’t want us to burn out
I didn’t come here to hurt you, now I can’t stop
I want you to know that it doesn’t matter
Where we take this road someone’s gotta go
And I want you to know you couldn’t have loved me better
But I want you to move on so I’m already gone
Looking at you makes it harder
But I know that you’ll find another
That doesn’t always make you want to cry
Started with a perfect kiss then we could feel the poison set in
Perfect couldn’t keep this love alive
You know that I love you so, I love you enough to let you go
I want you to know that it doesn’t matter
Where we take this road someone’s gotta go
And I want you to know you couldn’t have loved me better
But I want you to move on so I’m already gone
I’m already gone, already gone
You can’t make it feel right when you know that it’s wrong
I’m already gone, already gone
There’s no moving on so I’m already gone
Already gone, already gone, already gone
Already gone, already gone, already gone, yeah
Remember all the things we wanted
Now all our memories they’re haunted
We were always meant to say goodbye
I want you to know that it doesn’t matter
Where we take this road someone’s gotta go
And I want you to know you couldn’t have loved me better
But I want you to move on so I’m already gone
I’m already gone, already gone
You can’t make it feel right when you know that it’s wrong
I’m already gone, already gone
There’s no moving on so I’m already gone
Translate these song lyrics to spanish no machines please?
I’ll join the crowd by doing “Yesterday.”
Yesterday all my troubles seemed so far away now it looks as though they’re here to stay oh I believe in yesterday suddenly I’m not half the man I used to be there’s a shadow hanging over me oh yesterday came suddenly why’d she have to go I don’t know she wouldn’t say I said something wrong now I long for yesterday yesterday love was an easy game to play now I need a place to hide away oh I believe in yesterday why’d she have to go I don’t know she wouldn’t say I said something wrong now I long for yesterday yesterday was such an easy game to place to hide away oh I believe in yesterday [humming "oh I believe in yesterday"]
Can you, Beatle fans, say the entire lyrics of a Beatle song without looking them up?
Okay, this is driving me absolutely insane.
I see the lyrics everrryywhere, but can never find the name of the song :|
I’m not going to look at you and think of everything that happened. I’m going to look at you and think of everything that could.
And the truth is…we’re all just kids wanting to know what love really is.
I gave you my heart and that’s all I can give you. If that’s not enough, I’m not enough.
Honey, we’re meant for eachother. I’m a girl looking for love and you’re a boy looking for a heart to break. Oh, it must be love.
Did you feel a change? I mean, how many moments in your life can you point to and say, “That’s when it all changed.”
When you call us bitches, we look at eachother and laugh, because honey, we knew that wayy before you did.
I was blind and foolish, but I was just a girl. So kiss me with your lies and promise me the world.
Friends aren’t supposed to get jealous when you meet a new guy…they’re supposed to ask if he has a brother.
Yeah, it hurts like crazy; seeing him look at her like that.
Isn’t it awkward seeing him in the hallway, but looking the other way and pretending you didn’t see him at all?
See baby, this is our problem: I care too much and you, well you could care less.
Because you’re the kind of guy who’d laugh at me when I fall, help me up, and then whisper, “It’s okay baby. I still love you.”
Here’s to the moments where we didn’t think about right and wrong, where we just lived, crossed our fingers, and hoped for the best.
He told her she was beautiful and like cheap whiskey…she bought it all.
Tomorrow will come too soon and yesterday will slip away too fast, that’s why we have to live to the fullest. So that when the days slip away, the memories will last forever.
I know if I keep my distance, you’ll see what you’re missing.
Let’s take just one more ride. You and me, we can laugh, sing, and joke, just like old times. We can pretend like nothing went wrong and no hearts were ever broken.
Tonight she’s going to scream your name from the highest rooftop, because for the first time in her life, she’s not afraid to fall in love.
Take a picture with me, just so I can see how cute we could be together.
She shall sit up another night without sleeping, cause he’s still online and she doesn’t want to miss the chance of him talking to her again, like old times.
She’s an artist, a painter, actually see that “Smile” on her face? Well, it’s her most famous piece.
So what if I’m a bitch? You’re a whore, and personally…I’d rather be known for what I do, not who I do.
She closes her eyes, as her makeup runs…they got the best of her.
I’m blasting my music so I won’t hear my thoughts, but it’s stupid, because the lyrics just remind me of what I’m trying to forget. How did you manage to get all these people to sing about you?
Sure there’s obstacles in the way, broken hearts, and bitter best friends, car problems, and bad hair days, but everyday she smiles and moves on, because nothing in the world is gonna stop her.
I pull up my buddy list every two minutes just to make sure that you’re still on, even though I’m too afraid to IM you, I sit there in that chair hoping that you’ll IM me and realize what you’ve been missing.
Yeah, they talk aout her, she smiles like she’s so tough. She says, “Hey, can you talk any louder? I don’t think my heart is broken enough.”
Looking in the mirror, fixing her hair, music so loud, and she just doesn’t care.
Hey Kid, yeah you..See that girl? She’s basically my best friend, and she loves you more than the world. You are her world. I just thought I should tell you.
She knew she had to be cautious when speaking to him again, for she had her heart on the line. And with simply one wrong move, she could surely find herself falling for that boy all over again.
Sometimes I still wonder how you are, what you’re doing. Sometimes I miss the way we’d laugh and the way we used to be…even though it was so long ago.
She’s moving on and I feel sorry for you, because she thought you were the most amazing boy ever. If she could have any guy in the world, she would have picked you above all the others. She thought you were different…she was wrong. You’re just another boy to her now.
She traced, “It’s over.” On his back, then she heard him say, “No it’s not.”
They both fell in love with each other, but neither were brave enough to admit the truth, simply because neither one of them was willing on losing thier friendship.
“But dreams, they’re overrated.” Says the girl who gave up yesterday.
Keep your head up; your colors are so beautiful. When they say you should just give up, raise the volume on your radio.
There’s no point in trying to talk to you anymore. I’ve tried to have a conversation with you, but all that comes out is the empty feeling in my stomach and that makes me realize that you will never feel the same way about me, that I feel about
Anyone know the name of this song?
Http://www. mtv. com/videos/teen-mom-ep1-looking-for-love/1627635/playlist. jhtml
Its towards the last section, with Ryan leaving and saying goodbye to Maci and Bently. the lyrics are like “to miss me, if I went away” thats the only part I can make out. and I cant find anything when i search it. :/
What’s the name of this song on teen mom?
The Death of My Childhood
I was seven years old when I met him. It seems young now, but I remember it as a perfectly mature age. He was all of ten and the object of every little girls desire. He was the best-loved of the town-boys. I recall many girls fighting like mad cats for his affections. Ive never been a lover of competitions and stayed far away from their battling frenzies.
He was always a loud, obnoxious child which did not particularly endear him to me. I hated any noise invading my personal space. One day, I excused myself from the town church service and hurried outside to fetch my baby sisters bottle from the car. En route, I took the opportunity of being alone to belt out my favorite lyrics. Closing the door, I jumped in surprise. He was leaning against the vehicle in as much confidence as a now eleven-year-old could muster. His arms were crossed and his face marked with a sly grin. Blood rushed to my cheeks. His look said it all: Aha, Ive finally seen a crack in your shell.
From that moment, changes in our daily interactions appeared. He followed me around town just to open every door for me. He stole my diary and returned it to me with a note that he had enjoyed my poetry. He sat close to me and wouldnt let any of the other boys near. Still, I was shy and wasnt going to exert myself until I heard him say the words I love you.
When I was thirteen, I was swinging idly on the park bench, trailing one bare foot on the ground and the other knee tucked up close to the alarming developments occurring in my chest. Heavily absorbed in a nineteenth century novel, I hadnt realized that he was standing over me, calling my name. Frustrated, he knocked the book out of my hand and kept my hand in his grip.
Why wont you ever listen to me? he protested.
I looked into his deep brown eyes. Instantly, I felt my soul seared by their vulnerable expression. He leaned forward quickly and planted a swift kiss on my chapped lips. It knocked the breath right out of me. We both waited hesitantly, started by the happening. Ducking his head abashedly, he dashed away.
We rarely spoke again, and we certainly didnt exchange love yous. I wonder what would have happened if we did. I focused on school work and preparing for college and developing my own little amateur business. He soon dashed off to explore the world, hiking through several obscure countries.
Im sixteen now as I sit here in the town church. In the pew ahead of me, his following of lovers are sobbing violently. His coffin lies near the pulpit, shrouded in boquets, shut tightlythey said the car accident left his body terribly mangled. His parents comfort each other. I sit in the back with my family in the un-relatives section.
Tears escape from my eyes, and I struggle to contain them. Why should I mourn for him? Wouldnt others despise me for weeping? They thought I only barely knew him.
An ache clutched at my heart. There is something I feel for him that can never be forgotten. I dont know if you would call it love. Ive never loved someone before. Did he still love me?
We form a line to express our condolences to his family. I pause for a moment. If this had been some cheesy movie, she would have handed me a three-page note discovered agmongst his belongings detailing how his sincerest affections for me magnified since that kiss. But his mother stares at me blankly. I give her the customary hug and pass by the coffin, running my palm along the oak edge. For just a minute, I imagined it to be a prominent cheekbone, mentally adding tanned leathery skin and the beginnings of a light brown beard.
I do not know if he loved me still or I, him. All I know is that he was the dearest part of my childhood. An abundance of cherished memories.
I bow my head in respect for the dead, the death of him and the death of my childhood. I raise my head, tears dried. This is my coming-of-age story.
Can you let me know what you think of my short story? (It’s a fiction based on some stories I read.)?
When i was younger I always heard a song i think the name is
“A Mother’s Love”
Some of the Lyrics are
Shes the first one to rise up in the morning.
And the last one to close her eyes at night.
Shes content to be home with her family……
A mother’s love is faithful always trusting.
A mother’s love can stand the test of time.
Im looking 4 a certain mothers day song. Can you help?
I have read many questions and answers on yahoo answers. Some about morality, spirituality, etc….Then I came I across these lyrics…
I went to see my sister.
She was staying with a friend
Who had turned into a preacher
To save the world from sin.
He said, “first deny your body,
And then learn to submit.
Pray to be made worthy,
And tithe your ten percent.”
I said, “is this all there is,
Just the letter of the law?”
Something’s wrong.
I went to see my brother
On the 32nd floor
Of a building down on wall street;
You could hear the future’s roar.
He said, “here we make decisions,
And we trade commodities;
If you tell me where there’s famine,
I can make you guarantees.”
I said, “is this all there is,
Power to the strong?”
Something’s wrong.
Something’s wrong in heaven tonight.
You can almost hear them cry.
Angels to the left and the right,
Saying, “what about the love?
What about the love?
What about the love?”
I went to see my neighbor.
He’d been taken to a home
For the weak and the discarded
Who have no place to go.
He said, “here i lack for nothing;
I am fed and i am clothed.
But at times i miss the freedom
I used to know.”
I said, “is this all there is,
When your usefulness is gone?”
Something’s wrong.
Something’s wrong in heaven tonight. (something’s wrong.)
You can almost hear them cry. (cry.)
Angels to the left and the right,
Saying, “what about the love?
What about the love?
What about the love?”
(yeah, yeah, yeah….)
(yeah.)
(yeah.)
I looked into the mirror, (yeah.)
Proud as i could be, (yeah.)
And i saw my pointing finger (yeah.)
Pointing back at me,
Saying, “who named you accuser? (yeah.)
Who gave you the scales?” (yeah.)
I hung my head in sorrow; (yeah.)
I could almost feel the nails.
I said, “this is how it is
To be crucified and judged
Without love.”
Something’s wrong in heaven tonight. (something’s wrong.)
You can almost hear them cry. (cry.)
Angels to the left and the right,
Saying, “what about the love?
What about the love?
What about the love of god?”
Something’s wrong in heaven tonight. (something’s wrong.)
You can almost hear them cry. (cry.)
Angels to the left and the right,
Saying, “what about the love?”
What about the love?
What about the love of god?”
Something’s wrong in heaven tonight. (something’s wrong.)
You can almost hear them cry. (cry.)
Angels to the left and the right,
Saying, “what about the love?
What about the love?
What about the love…?”
What About The Love by Amy Grant
What is the problem today? What do we need to do about it? Is it one persons problem or do we all play a part?
I mean really some song makes no sense i think she don’t even know what she is singing about ? here are some lyrics from bad romance The touch of your hand I want you leather studded kiss in the scene ???? now from paparazzi Shadow is burnt yellow dance and we turn
My lashes are dry, purple teardrops I cry
It don’t have a price, loving you is cherry pie
Cause you know that baby, I
I mean look its like she said to her self what rhymes with cry o cherry pie ..lol is it just me ?
Is it just me or dose lady gaga songs make no sense ?
Hey, you guys have probably seen a storm of Illuminati questions over the weeks, but I want to settle this once and for all for myself and my friends at school. I’ve heard that a whole slew of artists have joined the celebrity Satan-worshipping circle called the Illuminati, which I understand has not existed for over 200 years. I’ve heard about Beyonce, Lil Wayne, Lady GaGa, Eminem, T. I., and even the outrageous like Taylor Swift, Bono, and Madonna. Don’t worry: I know Bono is Catholic (right?), Taylor is too sweet, and Madonna is a Kaballist. Just pointing that out anyway.
Now, I’ve seen Jay-Z’s H. O.V. A. sign, but I just want to make sure I know what it means. Also, he’s a bigot and calls himself Hova and even had some Lucifer lyrics when playing some song backwards. I have also heard this about Obama’s “Yes We Can” campaign song. I’ve heard this about Lil Wayne’s new video with some girl with demon wings, I believe. You may have also heard about Tupac’s appearance at a New Orlean’s party and that he’ll be back in 2014. I’ve heard that Lady GaGa’s “Bad Romance” song and video has Satanic meanings, including the Baphomet-looking thing on the wall. I’ve heard that the whole 2009 MTV VMAs show was a Satan worshipping saga, with Taylor and Lady GaGa coming out in white to show their devotion, and changing into red dresses to show that Satan has come. Also, GaGa’s creepy performance (which I though was cool). I’ve heard that Tupac, Notorious B. I.G., and Michael Jackson were all killed by the Illuminati. Beyonce’s “Sweet Dreams” and “Crazy in Love” videos have Satanic meanings, and many, MANY other things.
Mind you, I don’t believe in a great deal of this. I just want to know a tiny bit more about the Freemasons, Skull & Bones Fraternity thing, and the Illuminati. Also, what is GaGa’s religion? I have the “Angels and Demons” DVD and plan to watch it soon. I just want to know if the Illuminati’s apparent “rebirth” is real or not. I’m really sick of hearing about it. Thanks a lot for your help!!!!
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Learning how to taste wines is a straightforward adventure that will deepen your appreciation for both wines and winemakers. Look, smell, taste – starting with your basic senses and expanding from there you will learn how to taste wines like the pros in no time! Keep in mind that you can smell thousands of unique scents, but your taste perception is limited to salty, sweet, sour and bitter. It is the combination of smell and taste that allows you to discern flavor.
Look: Check out the Color and Clarity.
Pour a glass of wine into a suitable wine glass. Then take a good look at the wine. Tilt the glass away from you and check out the “color” of the wine from the rim edges to the middle of the glass. What color is it? Look beyond red, white or blush. If it’s a red wine is the color maroon, purple, ruby, garnet, red, brick or even brownish? If it’s a white wine is it clear, pale yellow, straw-like, light green, golden, amber or brown in appearance?
Still looking? Move on to the wine’s opacity. Is the wine watery or dark, translucent or opaque, dull or brilliant, cloudy or clear? Can you see sediment? Tilt your glass a bit, give it a little swirl – look again, is there sediment, bits of cork or any other floaters? An older red wine will be more translucent than younger red wines.
Smell
Our sense of smell is critical in properly analyzing a glass of wine. To get a good impression of your wine’s aroma gently swirl your glass (this helps vaporize some of the wine’s alcohol and release more of its natural aromas) and then take a quick whiff to gain a first impression.
Still Smelling. Now stick your nose down into the glass and take a deep inhale through your nose. What are your second impressions? Do you smell oak, berry, flowers, vanilla or citrus? A wine’s aroma is an excellent indicator of its quality and unique characteristics. Gently swirl the wine and let the aromas mix and mingle, and sniff again.
Taste
Finally, take a taste. Start with a small sip and let it roll around your tongue. There are three stages of taste: the Attack phase, the Evolution phase and the Finish.
The Attack Phase, is the initial impression that the wine makes on your palate. The Attack is comprised of four pieces of the wine puzzle: alcohol content, tannin levels, acidity and residual sugar. These four puzzle pieces display initial sensations on the palate. Ideally these components will be well-balanced one piece will not be more prominent than the others. These four pieces do not display a specific flavor per se, they meld together to offer impressions in intensity and complexity, soft or firm, light or heavy, crisp or creamy, sweet or dry, but not necessarily true flavors like fruit or spice.
The Evolution Phase is next, also called the mid-palate or middle range phase, this is the wine’s actual taste on the palate. In this phase you are looking to discern the flavor profile of the wine. If it’s a red wine you may start noting fruit – berry, plum, prune or fig; perhaps some spice – pepper, clove, cinnamon, or maybe a woody flavor like oak, cedar, or a detectable smokiness. If you are in the Evolution Phase of a white wine you may taste apple, pear, tropical or citrus fruits, or the taste may be more floral in nature or consist of honey, butter, herbs or a bit of earthiness.
The Finish is appropriately labeled as the final phase. The wine’s finish is how long the flavor impression lasts after it is swallowed. This is where the wine culminates, where the aftertaste comes into play. Did it last several seconds? Was it light-bodied (like water) or full-bodied (like the consistency of milk)? Can you taste the remnant of the wine on the back of your mouth and throat? Do you want another sip or was the wine too bitter at the end? What was your last flavor impression – fruit, butter, oak? Does the taste persist or is it short-lived?
After you have taken the time to taste your wine, you might record some of your impressions. Did you like the wine overall? Was it sweet, sour or bitter? How was the wine’s acidity? Was it well balanced? Does it taste better with cheese, bread or a heavy meal? Will you buy it again? If so, jot the wine’s name, producer and vintage year down for future reference.
Why do I need to let my wine “Breathe”?
The whole concept of letting wine breathe, or aerate, is simply maximizing your wine’s exposure to the surrounding air. By allowing wine to mix and mingle with air, the wine will typically warm up and the wine’s aromas will open up, the flavor profile will soften and mellow out a bit and the overall flavor characteristics should improve.
Which Wines Need to Breathe?
Typically red wines are the ones to benefit most from breathing before serving. However, there are select whites that will also improve with a little air exposure. In general, most wines will improve with as little as 15-20 minutes of air time. However, if the wine is young with high tannin levels, it will need more time to aerate before enjoying. For example, a young cabernet Sauvignon will likely require around an hour for proper aeration and flavor softening to take place. Not that you cannot drink it as soon as it is uncorked, but to put its best foot forward give it more time to breathe. Mature wines are another story all together. These wines will benefit most from decanting and then will only have a small window of aeration opportunity before the flavor profiles begin to deteriorate.
Some erroneously believe that merely uncorking a bottle of wine and allowing it to sit for a bit is all it takes to aerate. This method is futile, as there is simply not enough room (read: surface area) at the top of the bottle to permit adequate amounts of air to make contact with the wine. So what’s a Wine Lover to do? You have two options: Decanter or Wine Glass.
Decanter – use a decanter with a wide opening at the top to pour your bottle of wine into. The increased surface area is the key to allowing more air to make contact with your wine. Keep this in mind while setting up proper “breathing” techniques for your favorite wine.
The Wine Glass – Pour your wine into wine glasses and let it aerate. This is certainly the low-maintenance method and typically works quite well. Just be sure to keep the glass away from the kitchen commotion, while it breathes in peace. A good tip for pouring wine into glasses make sure that you pour into the center of the glass with a good 6-10 inches of “fall” from bottle to glass to allow for further aeration during the actual pour.
In general, the Aeration Rule of Thumb: the more tannins a wine has the more time it will need to aerate. Lighter-bodied red wines that have lower tannin levels, will need little if any time to breathe.
How do I know if my wine is “corked”?
Fresh picked blueberries, juicy peach, toasted vanilla bean, or mold, which one does not belong? The first three flavors are great descriptors for wine; unfortunately, the last one is a pretty accurate descriptor for a corked bottle of wine. Nuances of mildew, no matter how slight, are an indication of TCA, a bleach-loving mold that infects corks and bottling facilities. As revolting as a corked bottle can taste, TCA starts out as a loss of fruitiness with no ill flavor. So that highly recommended, highly disappointing bottle may still be a great wine, just not the one you opened.
Even though it tastes like it could kill you, you can drink the wine. A faint cardboard flavor can be tolerated when the wine is still tasty enough to drink. When you encounter a bottle that is too far gone don’t dump the wine down the drain. Pour it back into the bottle, put the cork back in, and return it to the store where you purchased it. Retailers get credit for bad bottles of wine. Some experts estimate that one bottle in twelve is tainted with TCA. Just because one bottle has it, doesn’t mean that another bottle from the same case does too. TCA mold takes effect by coming in contact with the wine in the bottle. Mold on the top of the cork is usually not an indication that the bottle is corked.
Aaron Zimmerman
[Mr Zimmerman owns and operates Liquors Galore, 1418 Avenue J (between 12th and 13th Streets); Brooklyn, NY 11230-3702; Telephone: 718.338.4166. The above post is part of a multi-part series we’ll be posting once a week on these pages]
Blueberry Slump [serves 8]
