It is always nothing
yet it is everything,
the stillness in the sadness leaps forward
trying to capture me as I fall slowly
as everybody becomes blurry
and I become nothing but a distant memory.
The area is completely clear
showcasing the distant stars to the right
and jagged rocks to the left,
making me wonder which side I’ll jump,
which side will welcome my presence.
Never know until I take the leap,
Never know until I move my feet,
here it goes,
here I go into the unknown.
These delicious low-carb cookies were devoured by my coworkers throughout the day while we were working, and each person told me that they enjoyed them. These cookies are extremely easy to make, very versatile, and overall just amazing to eat. I made a batch for myself, and a batch for my coworkers.
4 egg whites
¼ cup honey
1 teaspoon vanilla extract
2 cups coconut
½ teaspoon salt
Cover a cookie sheet with parchment paper and grease lightly. Preheat the oven to 300 degrees F.
Separate the egg whites from the yolk, and combine the egg whites along with the honey in a saucepan over low heat, stir constantly ( don’t let the egg white solidify). Then remove from the heat.
Pour the egg white/honey mixture over the coconut mix. Stir until combined, but do not over stir for you do not want the coconut to be too soggy.
Spoon the macaroons onto the prepared cookie sheet with a teaspoon. Bake for 25-30 minutes, until lightly browned on top and firm. Cool, then coat with melted chocolate or eat plain.
I made several batches, a couple with chocolate drizzled on top and a batch that was just plain. They are both delicious.
Good evening, everyone! So today I am going to be posting about a lovely Persian Orange Cake that is very easy to make and is consisted of only a few ingredients. In fact, I made it this past weekend when I was enjoying my Saturday off from work.
2 large oranges, washed
6 eggs, beaten
1 cup slivered almonds
1/2 cup sugar
1 teaspoon baking powder
1. Preheat oven to 350ºF. Grease and line the base and sides of a tin pan.
2. Pierce the orange skins with a fork, microwave in a closed container on high for about 7 minutes, turning them around after a few minutes. *I turned them every two minutes.
3. Cut oranges open, remove pips and chop roughly or pull apart into smaller pieces with fingers. * Wear some gloves, due to the oranges being extremely hot.
4. Blend oranges and remaining ingredients thoroughly in a food processor.
5. Pour batter into prepared tin. Bake for 1 hour. If the cake is still very wet, cook a little longer.
6. Cool in tin before gently removing. Dust with icing sugar.
This beautiful orange cake is delicious and makes a great dessert for the end of the day, or even as a lightweight snack. And for all of those who are low-carb, this recipe is for you.
My imperfections shine so brightly
yet you still love me,
as your imperfections are non-existant
as you live life as if you had any.
I’m such a mess I know it,
yet you embrace them,
while you step forward
reaching out for my hand,
trying to guide us into the next step.
These imperfections of mine give me small limitations,
yet you keep pushing
showing me to see over the wall,
and see the next step ahead.
I’m such a mess
I know I will be throughout time,
you show me the value of my imperfections,
and where I can be in time.
Two messed up souls have found each other
seems like they had to wait a lifetime
choosing to focus their time on themselves
while waiting to find each other,
waiting on fate to intervene.
Two messed up souls dance
enjoying the beat
as it thumps into their feet,
dancing through the living room forgetting about their imperfect moves
time has no place,
clocks have stopped
as these two souls click into harmony.
Curly hair that flows so freely,
as the sun dances upon her skin
kissing it ever so gently
as her soul and heart fly with the wind.
Her heart and soul jump on the waves of the wind
letting it take her where she is needed at that moment in time,
for she is no mere mortal
for she is a daughter of the wind,
daughter of the earth,
daughter of the sea,
she is meant to be wild
not grounded to the pavement with her two feet.
Before my eyes I see the most beautiful candle,
one that attracts my soul to theirs.
Before my heart I feel an urge
to light a fire to show my love for her.
I, as a match, strike the box,
igniting a light
startling her and I at the same time.
Lighting the wick on the candle,
a fire comes into view,
growing ever so brightly
throughout the nights
until our last breath.