http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/uk_news/7720299.stm
I've posted a few blogs the last couple of weeks about remembrance, i just think we really should never forget. So much was sacrificed so that we today could have the lifestyle that we live. You know we can fly to almost anywhere in the world safely ( well relatively safely in this terror climate) we get to move around our home countries freely, we can do so much thanks to those that fought and died for their countries. So much is said about bringing troops home from Iraq and such places, but if we do then those people that live there will face tyranny and death in large numbers, torture, any number of cruelties. I don;t know what the answer is, as i certainly don;t want anymore troops dying out there, so if you have a spare min or two today, bow your head and remember those that fought in wars past and those that fight in wars today.
Tuesday, 11 November 2008
Monday, 10 November 2008
OOOooooeeeyyy Gooey...
I made these babies yesterday....ooooooooo they are so good, can't eat just one though!!!
12 ounce(s) Semi-Sweet Chocolate Chips
11 1/2 ounce(s) 60% Cacao Bittersweet Chocolate Chips
6 tablespoon(s) unsalted butter
3 eggs
1 cup(s) sugar
1/3 cup(s) all-purpose flour
1/2 teaspoon(s) baking powder
1 cup(s) chopped walnuts
Directions
In double boiler over hot water, melt bittersweet chocolate chips and butter. In large bowl with electric mixer or whisk, beat eggs and sugar until thick; stir into chocolate mixture. In small bowl, stir together flour and baking powder; stir into chocolate mixture. Gently mix in semi-sweet chocolate chips and walnuts. Using a sheet of plastic wrap, form dough into two logs, each 2 inches in diameter and about 12 inches long. As dough will be quite soft, use plastic wrape to hold dough in log shape. Wrap tightly; refrigerate at least 1 hour or until firm. (Dough may be frozen; thaw in refrigerator before proceeding with recipe.) Heat oven to 375°F. Unwrap dough; with sharp knife, cut into 3/4-inch slices. Place slices 1 1/2 inches apart on greased or parchment-lined cookie sheet.
Bake 12 to 14 minutes or until shiny crust forms on top but interior is still soft. Cool on baking sheet; store in airtight tin up to 1 week.
Bake 12 to 14 minutes or until shiny crust forms on top but interior is still soft. Cool on baking sheet; store in airtight tin up to 1 week.
Ghirardelli Cooking choc is the best to use, they are fabu!!!!!!!!!
Sunday, 9 November 2008
Thursday, 6 November 2008
Look at Billy BOB!!!!!!
I made "Billy Bob" for my sister, it was a felt kit and i just could not resist him!!!! Hes so cute, he will be winging his way to Edinburgh come Christmas time!!!!
Wednesday, 22 October 2008
please wear a poppy the lady said and held one forth, but i shook my head.
then i stopped and watched as she offered them there,
and her face was old and lined with care,
but beneath the scars the years had made there remained a smile that refused to fade.
a boy came whistling down the street,bouncing along on care-free feet.
his smile was full of joy and fun,lady, said he, may i have one?
when she's pinned it on he turned to say,why do we wear a poppy today?
the lady smiled in her wistful way and answered, this is remembrance day,
and the poppy there is the symbol, forthe gallant men who died in war,
and because they did, you and i are free,thats why we wear a poppy,
you see.i had a boy about your size,with golden hair and big blue eyes.
he loved to play and jump and shout,free as a bird he would race about.
as the years went by he learned and grewand became a man - as you will, too.
he was fine and strong, with a boyish smile,
but he'd seemed with us such a little while when war broke out and he went away.
i still remember his face that day when he smiled at me and said, goodbye,
i'll be back soon, mom, so please dont cry.but the war went on and he had to stay,
and all i could do was pray.his letters told of the awful night,
(i can see it still in my dreams at night),with the tanks and guns and cruel barbed wire,
and the mines and bullets, the bombs and fire.till at last, at last, the war was won-and thats why we wear a poppy my son.the small boy turned as if to go,the said, thanks lady, i'm glad to know.but your son- did he come back all right?a tear rolled down each faded cheek,she shook her head, but didn't speak.i slunk away in a sort of shame,and if you were me you'd have done the same,for our thanks, in giving,if oft delayed,thought for freedom was bought- and thousands paid!and so when we see a poppy worn,let us reflect on the burden borne,by those who gave their very all when asked to answer their country's call that we at home in peace might live.then wear a poppy! remember- and give.
PLEASE remember on the 11th day of the 11th month at the 11th hour.
then i stopped and watched as she offered them there,
and her face was old and lined with care,
but beneath the scars the years had made there remained a smile that refused to fade.
a boy came whistling down the street,bouncing along on care-free feet.
his smile was full of joy and fun,lady, said he, may i have one?
when she's pinned it on he turned to say,why do we wear a poppy today?
the lady smiled in her wistful way and answered, this is remembrance day,
and the poppy there is the symbol, forthe gallant men who died in war,
and because they did, you and i are free,thats why we wear a poppy,
you see.i had a boy about your size,with golden hair and big blue eyes.
he loved to play and jump and shout,free as a bird he would race about.
as the years went by he learned and grewand became a man - as you will, too.
he was fine and strong, with a boyish smile,
but he'd seemed with us such a little while when war broke out and he went away.
i still remember his face that day when he smiled at me and said, goodbye,
i'll be back soon, mom, so please dont cry.but the war went on and he had to stay,
and all i could do was pray.his letters told of the awful night,
(i can see it still in my dreams at night),with the tanks and guns and cruel barbed wire,
and the mines and bullets, the bombs and fire.till at last, at last, the war was won-and thats why we wear a poppy my son.the small boy turned as if to go,the said, thanks lady, i'm glad to know.but your son- did he come back all right?a tear rolled down each faded cheek,she shook her head, but didn't speak.i slunk away in a sort of shame,and if you were me you'd have done the same,for our thanks, in giving,if oft delayed,thought for freedom was bought- and thousands paid!and so when we see a poppy worn,let us reflect on the burden borne,by those who gave their very all when asked to answer their country's call that we at home in peace might live.then wear a poppy! remember- and give.
PLEASE remember on the 11th day of the 11th month at the 11th hour.
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