Life is rarely a day at the beach. And I am not a person who would often make the choice to spend even a single day at the beach. But …
I think this photo says ‘life’ and ‘enjoy this moment of life’. It was taken in St. Ives on April 27, 2010 during a trip to England. And a pleasant day it was. So here is to life in 2011! More words, more memories, and more photos to come.
Given that I’m a most inconsistent blogger and that I’m better at checking other people’s’ blogs than writing my own I have decided to tag along with a new 365 project by “Cabin Fever”. She is posting a word each day and then selecting a photo to go with it. She has already posted the word “Life” for January 1, 2011. So while I wait for her to post her image tomorrow I’m going to look at my photo files and see if any of them scream life to me.
It will be fun to see how many of her 365 words I find a photo for. Want to place a bet on where I’ll be by Dec. 31, 2011? Til then…
For many years I baked Christmas cookies & more Christmas cookies but last year I attended a class where I learned about making truffles. So for 2010 I made and gave truffles as edible gifts.
The recipe for the Dark Chocolate Truffle center is:
1/2 Cup Heavy Cream
1/2 teaspoon vanilla
1 teaspoon brandy
3 Tablespoons Butter
Bring the cream to a boil. Remove from heat add chocolate & stir until melted. Add vanilla, brandy, & butter & thoroughly combine. Let cool in refrigerator.
Scoop chocolate with a melon baller & roll between glove covered hands gently. Place on a sheet pan lined with parchment paper and return to the refrigerator for 30 minutes.
While you could roll the ganache centers in coca powder I prefer to dip them in melted dark chocolate.
I am on the elderly side to be carrying around an iPod but I bought it to keep me from being bored on the treadmill. Then I found I liked listening to”my stuff” during long car rides or British train rides.
Just recently I have discovered that audio books are great for when you want to observe the world around yet “read.” I have to admit I would not want to listen to many types of books — things where I want my own mind to paint the picture without some narrator interfering. Yet for an autobiography read by the subject it can be great — like the recent Condi Rice book. Another book, War, which was read by the writer was, for me, best on audio. I needed to ‘hear’ it — reading a lot of the cursing & dangerous encounters from the page would not have been the same.