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Here’s a pizza recipe that rocks for an awesome date night experience. Don’t settle for Little Caesar’s when you can make your own gourmet flatbread! For those of you who just want the recipe, I’ll make it quick. For those who want some tips on making flatbreads, hang with me to the bottom of the post!
I was crushed. I was using my ibrik to reduce some pomegranate balsamic vinegar for my signature Balsamic Raspberry Frozen Yogurt and somehow the reduction created some kind of chemical reaction that caused the metal on the bottom to actually blister and seared the vinegar onto the inside of the pot. Just when I was planning on a shot of Turkish coffee to accompany my dessert…
Now that I’ve gotten her windows replaced and room painted (lots of funky, girly colors), my daughter has been asking for a desk to do her school work. “This will be easy,” I thought, “a couple file cabinets and an old door on its side will be perfect!” Not exactly what she had in mind… ah, the difference between boys and girls…
Continuing my study of 1 Samuel today, I was particularly struck by this passage:
I’ve been searching all over the place for a spice rack that can actually hold a bunch of spices. I’m convinced that the spice rack manufacturers don’t actually cook anything, because if they did, they’d realize that the racks they make and sell at the big box retailers only hold about 25% of the spices any cook really has! And that’s not counting all the duplicates I bought because I couldn’t see in the cabinet where they’ve all fallen over and rolled behind all the other stuff that was crammed in there!
I woke up early again this morning, my sleep fleeting and evasive. It’s still dark, peaceful and quiet outside, contrasting with the turmoil in my soul. The floor is cold on my bare feet as I slip quietly down the stairs, into the kitchen. The gurgling of the coffee pot sounds louder than it should and any light, no matter how faint, is too bright.
I’ve been saving wine corks for as long as I can remember. I can’t bring myself to throw them away – the natural ones – because I just think they’re cool. I even find myself picking bottles of wine based on which ones have real corks vs. synthetic. There’s something tactile and visceral about them that totally intrigues me, from the smell of the wine-soaked end to the elastic resistance I feel when I roll them about with my fingers, to the almost limitless variation of patterns and colors. And I’m amazed by the fact that cork comes from trees and start out living and organic.
You’ve got to be kidding right? Why would anyone want to read about this? I mean, last month alone, Pat Flynn made almost $120,000 so who cares about a measly $1,500? Most people think that ‘www’ stand for World Wide Web, but I have a special URL where it stand for World’s Worst Website. Here’s the start of my story.
I’ve had a number of questions about converting my Farmhouse Bed post plan to a king sized version (the original plan is a queen). While the construction techniques are the same, the king version changes quite a few of the measurements to stretch the headboard and footer. This post is a detailed plan for the king version. To give full credit, the original version of this plan is from Ana White’s website (the queen version) which you an see here and I’m also working on a full version. I think Ana has done a king version as well, but this plan is a little bit different.
I woke up this morning at 3 o’clock to the sound of a thunderstorm. As I laid in dark, listening to the sound of the rain drone on, my current struggles and anxieties began rolling around in my mind like the thunder outside and I questioned God, “what do you want me to do?” I go there too fast, thinking that there must be some answer, some thing that I can do to alleviate the trials that I’m experiencing. I’m so quick to speak, so fast to pull the trigger. Fire, ready, aim…