Monday, 20 August 2012

Cut-Out Sugar Cookies

Yield: 36 Cookies

Ingredients:

2/3 c Butter Flavor Crisco
3/4 c Sugar
1 tbsp Milk PLUS 1 teaspoon milk
1 tsp Vanilla
1 Egg
2 c Flour, all purpose
1 1/2 tsp Baking powder
1/4 tsp Salt


Preparation Time: 15 Minutes Chill Time: 2 hours Bake Time: 7-9
Minutes

1. Cream Butter Flavor Crisco, sugar, milk and vanilla in large bowl
at medium speed of electric mixer until well blended. Beat in egg.

2. Combine flour, baking powder and salt. Mix into creamed mixture.
Cover and refrigerate several hours to overnight.

3. Heat oven to 375 F.

4. Roll half the dough at a time to about 1/8 inch thickness on
floured surface. Cut in desired shapes. Place 2 inches apart on
ungreased baking sheet. Sprinkle with colored sugar and decors or
leave plain to frost* when cool.

5. Bake at 375 for 7 to 9 minutes. Cool slightly. Remove to cooling
rack.

Makes 3 dozen cookies ( Depending on size and shape ).

Variations for Cut-Out Sugar Cookies LEMON or ORANGE Cookie Variation
~ Add 1 teaspoon grated lemon or orange peel and 1 teaspoon lemon or
orange extract to step #1.

*Creamy Vanilla Frosting: Combine 1/2 cup Butter Flavor Crisco, 1
pound ( 4 cups ) confectioners sugar, 1/3 cup milk and 1 teaspoon
vanilla in medium bowl at low speed of electric mixer until well
blended. Scrape bowl. Beat at high speed for 2 minutes, or until
smooth and creamy. Frost COOLED cookies. Note: Frosting works well in
decorating tube.

1 or 2 drops food color can be used to tint each cup of frosting, if
desired.

Lemon or Orange Frosting Variation Eliminate milk. Add 1/3 cup lemon
or orange juice. Add 1 teaspoon orange peel with orange juice.

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Impossible Pie (A really easy recipe)

Impossible Pie

4 eggs
1/2 c.flour
1 c.sugar
1 c.coconut
2 c.milk
2 tsp.vanilla
1/4 c.margarine, melted

Mix all ingredients together well. Pour
into greased 10" pie plate. Bake for 1 hour
or until center is firm.

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Friday, 15 June 2012

iAFSH

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Tuesday, 8 May 2012

Beautiful Rainbow Picture


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Monday, 7 May 2012

Cute Kitten


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Thursday, 26 April 2012

Pretty Pink Flowers


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Wednesday, 25 April 2012

La Patisserie


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Tuesday, 24 April 2012

The Buckle by Walter de la Mare

I had a silver buckle,
I sewed it on my shoe,
And 'neath a sprig of mistletoe
I danced the evening through!

I had a bunch of cowslips,
I hid 'em in a grot,
In case the elves should come by night
And me remember not.

I had a yellow riband,
I tied it in my hair,
That, walking in the garden,
The birds might see it there.

I had a secret laughter,
I laughed it near the wall:
Only the ivy and the wind
May tell of it at all.

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O Dear Me! by Walter de la Mare

Here are crocuses, white, gold, grey!
'O dear me!' says Marjorie May;
Flat as a platter the blackberry blows:
'O dear me!' says Madeleine Rose;
The leaves are fallen, the swallows flown:
'O dear me!' says Humphrey John;
Snow lies thick where all night it fell:
'O dear me!' says Emmanuel.

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Bluebells by Walter de la Mare

Where the bluebells and the wind are,
Fairies in a ring I spied,
And I heard a little linnet
Singing near beside.

Where the primrose and the dew are,
Soon were sped the fairies all:
Only now the green turf freshens,
And the linnets call.

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The Land of Counterpane by Robert Louis Stevenson

When I was sick and lay a-bed,
I had two pillows at my head,
And all my toys beside me lay
To keep me happy all the day.

And sometimes for an hour or so
I watched my leaden soldiers go,
With different uniforms and drills,
Among the bed-clothes, through the hills.

And sometimes sent my ships in fleets
All up and down among the sheets;
Or brought my trees and houses out,
And planted cities all about.

I was the giant great and still
That sits upon the pillow-hill,
And sees before him, dale and plain
The pleasant Land of Counterpane.

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THE REAL PRINCESS by: Hans Christian Andersen

There was once a Prince who wished to marry a Princess; but then she
must be a real Princess. He travelled all over the world in hopes of
finding such a lady; but there was always something wrong. Princesses he
found in plenty; but whether they were real Princesses it was impossible
for him to decide, for now one thing, now another, seemed to him not
quite right about the ladies. At last he returned to his palace quite
cast down, because he wished so much to have a real Princess for his
wife.

One evening a fearful tempest arose, it thundered and lightened, and the
rain poured down from the sky in torrents: besides, it was as dark as
pitch. All at once there was heard a violent knocking at the door, and
the old King, the Prince's father, went out himself to open it.

It was a Princess who was standing outside the door. What with the rain
and the wind, she was in a sad condition; the water trickled down from
her hair, and her clothes clung to her body. She said she was a real
Princess.

"Ah! we shall soon see that!" thought the old Queen-mother; however, she
said not a word of what she was going to do; but went quietly into the
bedroom, took all the bed-clothes off the bed, and put three little peas
on the bedstead. She then laid twenty mattresses one upon another over
the three peas, and put twenty feather beds over the mattresses.

Upon this bed the Princess was to pass the night.

The next morning she was asked how she had slept. "Oh, very badly
indeed!" she replied. "I have scarcely closed my eyes the whole night
through. I do not know what was in my bed, but I had something hard
under me, and am all over black and blue. It has hurt me so much!"

Now it was plain that the lady must be a real Princess, since she had
been able to feel the three little peas through the twenty mattresses
and twenty feather beds. None but a real Princess could have had such a
delicate sense of feeling.

The Prince accordingly made her his wife; being now convinced that he
had found a real Princess. The three peas were however put into the
cabinet of curiosities, where they are still to be seen, provided they
are not lost.

Wasn't this a lady of real delicacy?

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THE MOUSE, THE BIRD, AND THE SAUSAGE by the Brothers Grimm

Once upon a time, a mouse, a bird, and a sausage, entered into partnership and set up house together. For a long time all went well; they lived in great comfort, and prospered so far as to be able to add considerably to their stores. The bird's duty was to fly daily into the wood and bring in fuel; the mouse fetched the water, and the sausage saw to the cooking.

When people are too well off they always begin to long for something new. And so it came to pass, that the bird, while out one day, met a fellow bird, to whom he boastfully expatiated on the excellence of his household arrangements. But the other bird sneered at him for being a poor simpleton, who did all the hard work, while the other two stayed at home and had a good time of it. For, when the mouse had made the fire and fetched in the water, she could retire into her little room and rest until it was time to set the table. The sausage had only to watch the pot to see that the food was properly cooked, and when it was near dinner-time, he just threw himself into the broth, or rolled in and out among the vegetables three or four times, and there they were, buttered, and salted, and ready to be served. Then, when the bird came home and had laid aside his burden, they sat down to table, and when they had finished their meal, they could sleep their fill till the following morning: and that was really a very delightful life.

Influenced by those remarks, the bird next morning refused to bring in the wood, telling the others that he had been their servant long enough, and had been a fool into the bargain, and that it was now time to make a change, and to try some other way of arranging the work. Beg and pray as the mouse and the sausage might, it was of no use; the bird remained master of the situation, and the venture had to be made. They therefore drew lots, and it fell to the sausage to bring in the wood, to the mouse to cook, and to the bird to fetch the water.

And now what happened? The sausage started in search of wood, the bird made the fire, and the mouse put on the pot, and then these two waited till the sausage returned with the fuel for the following day. But the sausage remained so long away, that they became uneasy, and the bird flew out to meet him. He had not flown far, however, when he came across a dog who, having met the sausage, had regarded him as his legitimate booty, and so seized and swallowed him. The bird complained to the dog of this bare-faced robbery, but nothing he said was of any avail, for the dog answered that he found false credentials on the sausage, and that was the reason his life had been forfeited.

He picked up the wood, and flew sadly home, and told the mouse all he had seen and heard. They were both very unhappy, but agreed to make the best of things and to remain with one another.

So now the bird set the table, and the mouse looked after the food and, wishing to prepare it in the same way as the sausage, by rolling in and out among the vegetables to salt and butter them, she jumped into the pot; but she stopped short long before she reached the bottom, having already parted not only with her skin and hair, but also with life.

Presently the bird came in and wanted to serve up the dinner, but he could nowhere see the cook. In his alarm and flurry, he threw the wood here and there about the floor, called and searched, but no cook was to be found. Then some of the wood that had been carelessly thrown down, caught fire and began to blaze. The bird hastened to fetch some water, but his pail fell into the well, and he after it, and as he was unable to recover himself, he was drowned. 

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