Brother 1: Do you think that I could get away with taking this grenade to school?
Brother 2: That would be a great way to extend your holiday vacation.
Thursday, December 29, 2011
Thursday, August 4, 2011
3-1-1
Why does my ability to judge liquids and solids decrease whenever I begin packing my carry on luggage? Tonight, I looked at a stick of deoderant for several seconds, questioning whether or not the TSA would consider it a liquid or solid. Now to the mascera...
Sunday, July 24, 2011
The Godfather
Surprisingly enough, I have many memories associated with Godfather's Pizza. First of all, when I was growing up it became some sort of a family tradition to pick up pizza after Saturday evening mass. A lot of times we picked Godfather's. Secondly, there were a couple of times that my mom and I decided that it would be a good idea to order pizza in the middle of a snowstorm. After we called in our order, we would bundle up and get into the family van to begin the ten mile drive to Godfather's. Whenever this happened, we would usually walk into the building to see five or six of the workers sitting in booths without anything to do as most people wouldn't order pizza during blizzards. Whatever. We survived the storm AND enjoyed the pizza. In the end, I think we won.
Well, last night I was craving their delicious desert streusel pizza. I looked up the prices online and found out that I could get a small for $3.99. How big is their small? I had no idea and I didn't feel like calling so I decided to make one!
I began with a fifty cent wal-mart brand pizza crust and found a recipe for the streusel at this website.
I made some small changes (my mother would be so proud), so here is my version:
Crust:
3 tablespoons butter (you could use less, too)
Cinnamon
Streusel Topping:
1 2/3 cup all-purpose flour
2/3 cup white sugar
1/4 cup brown sugar
1/3 cup cubed butter
Icing:
1 cup powdered sugar
1 tablespoon milk
1 teaspoon vanilla
Direction:
Preheat the oven to 490 degrees. Put the pizza dough in a 8 inch circle pan, poke with a fork to prevent bubbles, and bake for 2 minutes. Remove it from the oven and pour the melted butter over the entire crust and generously sprinkle it with cinnamon. Put 1 and 3/4 cups of the stre
Prepare the streusel by combining the dry ingredients and using a pastry cutter to mix the butter into the flour and sugar mixture. It will still look like flour, but don't worry. This recipe makes a little more than 4 cups of streusel, but only use between 1 1/2 cups to 2 cups to fill the crust.
Bake the dessert for 7-9 minutes. After 5 minutes, I covered it with foil so the crust wouldn't burn.
While it is baking, make the icing by mixing the powdered sugar, milk, and vanilla.
Here is the finished product!! Yum, yum! (If you are kinder than me, you might even offer it to your roommates...)
Well, last night I was craving their delicious desert streusel pizza. I looked up the prices online and found out that I could get a small for $3.99. How big is their small? I had no idea and I didn't feel like calling so I decided to make one!
I began with a fifty cent wal-mart brand pizza crust and found a recipe for the streusel at this website.
I made some small changes (my mother would be so proud), so here is my version:
Crust:
3 tablespoons butter (you could use less, too)
Cinnamon
Streusel Topping:
1 2/3 cup all-purpose flour
2/3 cup white sugar
1/4 cup brown sugar
1/3 cup cubed butter
Icing:
1 cup powdered sugar
1 tablespoon milk
1 teaspoon vanilla
Direction:
Preheat the oven to 490 degrees. Put the pizza dough in a 8 inch circle pan, poke with a fork to prevent bubbles, and bake for 2 minutes. Remove it from the oven and pour the melted butter over the entire crust and generously sprinkle it with cinnamon. Put 1 and 3/4 cups of the stre
Prepare the streusel by combining the dry ingredients and using a pastry cutter to mix the butter into the flour and sugar mixture. It will still look like flour, but don't worry. This recipe makes a little more than 4 cups of streusel, but only use between 1 1/2 cups to 2 cups to fill the crust.
Bake the dessert for 7-9 minutes. After 5 minutes, I covered it with foil so the crust wouldn't burn.
While it is baking, make the icing by mixing the powdered sugar, milk, and vanilla.
Here is the finished product!! Yum, yum! (If you are kinder than me, you might even offer it to your roommates...)
Tuesday, July 19, 2011
pensamientos
1. I recently discovered Boyce Avenue
2. Field of Dreams 2: Lockout
This mini-film has everything that a good film should have:
5. Men's Plaid Shorts
7. Mono
This mini-film has everything that a good film should have:
Football
Tony Gonzalez
Iowa
Kevin Costner
But really. It is HILARIOUS. You should check it out.
3. Club Crackers
Apparently, the serving size is 4 crackers. This makes the 4 sleeves that I have had in the last week and a half seem rather excessive.
4. Target and Old Navy
I have officially banned myself from these stores due to the large amount of my June paychecks that went toward supporting their causes. 12 days until August.
Yes. They are very nice.
And so are shirts like this:
And this:
But let's not put all of these nice things together.
Because then you look ridiculous.
(Just because my eyes have been exposed to this two times in the last 24 hours)
6. Quotes of the Week
Me: My pants are twisted.
Brother: I hear that happens a lot in Canada.
6th Grade Boy: I love the Broncos.
Brother: I hear that happens a lot in Canada.
6th Grade Boy: I love the Broncos.
Teacher: Did you know that our Bishop is a Broncos fan?
Other 6th Grade Boy: Well, I bet the Pope is a Steelers fan.
Me: I bet Jesus is a Chiefs fan.
The teacher is explaining "The Agony in the Garden"
1st Grade Boy: I always wanted to be a spy.
Teacher: That's nice (continues teaching).
1st Grade Boy: And a pirate!
I have it. You better not kiss me or you will have it, too.
Thursday, June 23, 2011
Monday, June 20, 2011
Wild and Free as the Willows
I recently went to a book sale and bought a book called, "Princess of the Moor" by E. Marlitt. To be honest, I had initially judged the book by its cover and I thought it would be interesting since the cover had a portrait of a young woman from a couple centuries ago. What really got me, however, was the inscription on the first page of the book:
To Cecil
from
Mildred H
Dec. 25, 1913
This little note seemed quite charming to a closet romantic, like myself.
This is all really besides the point. As I was reading this book, I came to the end of the first chapter and was so captivated by the closing paragraph that I read it several times. As I continued reading, I kept returning to this section just to reread it--to be drawn in once more by the beautiful language that the author had chosen. If nothing else than for the sake of recognizing the author's genius in this particular section, I thought I would include the portion in this blog post. As I share it with you, I realize that it will most likely mean very little to you as you have not read the pages leading up to this portion. Nevertheless, I hope that you take this opportunity to consider the language of the section.
"It was thus I grew up, wild and free as the willows beside the stream, and as I stood there under the old pine, barefooted and clad in a coarse, short petticoat, the evening breeze playing in my wavy hair, I laughed--laughed aloud at the young dandy who had sought out the soft turf for his dainty boots, and incased his white hands in leather--that was my revenge" (p. 29).
To Cecil
from
Mildred H
Dec. 25, 1913
This little note seemed quite charming to a closet romantic, like myself.
This is all really besides the point. As I was reading this book, I came to the end of the first chapter and was so captivated by the closing paragraph that I read it several times. As I continued reading, I kept returning to this section just to reread it--to be drawn in once more by the beautiful language that the author had chosen. If nothing else than for the sake of recognizing the author's genius in this particular section, I thought I would include the portion in this blog post. As I share it with you, I realize that it will most likely mean very little to you as you have not read the pages leading up to this portion. Nevertheless, I hope that you take this opportunity to consider the language of the section.
"It was thus I grew up, wild and free as the willows beside the stream, and as I stood there under the old pine, barefooted and clad in a coarse, short petticoat, the evening breeze playing in my wavy hair, I laughed--laughed aloud at the young dandy who had sought out the soft turf for his dainty boots, and incased his white hands in leather--that was my revenge" (p. 29).
Monday, May 16, 2011
And it Broke My Heart to Say Goodbye
To my brothers...and you know who you are.
Every now and then God gives us a glimpse into heaven, that is, into the relationship of the most holy Trinity. I caught a glimpse this past weekend when I was blessed with the presence of three young men who have forever changed my life and my heart. The friendship between us is one that has grown over many hours of laughter, stories, and deep conversation-not over beer, games, class time, or sports-but conversation.
Friendships like this don't require complicated formulas. More than anything, these friendships seem to have stemmed from the simplicity of what it means to have truly human friendships. That is, the simplicity of caring for other people and a community without hesitation, hidden pride, or judgement. In essence, these relationships have been built on the basic human way of being a friend. They are built on undivided attention, vulnerability, virtue, blunt honesty, humor and complete absence of negative judgement. It is this experience that makes me realize how starved this world is for true friendships.
So, here's to disney coloring pages, poor analogies, the "b word", stereotypical assumptions, and the Keys to the Kingdom. Here's to Albuquerque, Nevada, Pakistan, and Iowa.
Every now and then God gives us a glimpse into heaven, that is, into the relationship of the most holy Trinity. I caught a glimpse this past weekend when I was blessed with the presence of three young men who have forever changed my life and my heart. The friendship between us is one that has grown over many hours of laughter, stories, and deep conversation-not over beer, games, class time, or sports-but conversation.
Friendships like this don't require complicated formulas. More than anything, these friendships seem to have stemmed from the simplicity of what it means to have truly human friendships. That is, the simplicity of caring for other people and a community without hesitation, hidden pride, or judgement. In essence, these relationships have been built on the basic human way of being a friend. They are built on undivided attention, vulnerability, virtue, blunt honesty, humor and complete absence of negative judgement. It is this experience that makes me realize how starved this world is for true friendships.
So, here's to disney coloring pages, poor analogies, the "b word", stereotypical assumptions, and the Keys to the Kingdom. Here's to Albuquerque, Nevada, Pakistan, and Iowa.
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