Friday, January 27, 2012

Blueberry Muffins!

Hey guys! I had the day off on Wednesday and decided it was about time I did something with those blueberries sitting in the fridge. I mean, I could have eaten them just as they were, but I was in the mood for Norah Jones, and Norah Jones (to me) means I'm in the baking mood. Don't ask why, but her music just takes me away to another world (kind of like baking).

The recipe I used is from this fellow blogger I found through Pinterest.


Here are some pics I took throughout the process.

My mise en place :)

Adding butter to flour and sugar to make me some STREUSEL! Mmm...butter.


Cooked blueberry mixture: 1 cup blueberries, 1 tsp sugar, 1 Tbs H2O

Dry ingredients: 2 1/2 c flour, 2 1/2 tsp baking powder, & 1 tsp salt. I forgot to take a picture of the wet ingredients. Sowwy.

Using ice cream scoop, place batter in lined muffin tin (full), place about a tsp of cooked berry mix on top & swirl in 8 motion with toothpick. Place streusel on top and put it in a pre-heated, 425°F oven for 17-19 minutes.

Ta-Da! Once they're done, just let them cool in the tin for a few minutes, pop them out onto a drying sheet, and you're good to go (or eat...I prefer the eating than the going).

Beware! These tend to grow legs and run away into someone's mouth right away.




I had a great time baking these, and this recipe is going into my favorites list, for sure!

If you guys have any questions, feel free to comment. 

Love and good cooking,

Esther

P.S. Next week, I'm making an 80th birthday cake and some other good food (pizza? meatballs? roast chicken? what could it be?). Stay tuned! 

Tuesday, January 24, 2012

A person's a person, no matter how small.

Today, we march. We march for those who haven't been given the chance to breathe, to walk, to smile, to cry, to feel the warmth of the sun on their faces. We march for those who feel hopeless but don't give up on the greatness another life can bring into this world. We march for the sanctity of life.

Old school "etiquette" tells us that in order to make, keep, and entertain friends, we need to avoid these three topics: politics, money, and religion. We can now add abortion to that list. It seems to me that abortion is more fragile a subject than politics, money, and religion...put together in the same conversation.

My prayer for all those marching today is one of strength. I pray for the strength to fight the culture of death. Strength to pursue a life of purpose. Strength to persevere through the darkest of times, when we, too, may be tempted to think that it is ever okay to end another person's life. Strength to know what to say and when to say it. Strength to fall on our knees every day and pray for those who are hopeless. I pray for strength each day because every day is a march for life. Every day, we face a generation that is disappearing before our very eyes.

For those of you that don't have a clue what this post is about, it is in regards to the March for Life that happens year after year ever since Roe v. Wade made abortions legal in the United States of America. Yes, the very United States of America that raises up a flag symbolizing liberty and the pursuit of happiness. The reason you've probably never heard about it? The media. Every year, hundreds of thousands (probably half a million people) travel from around the world to Washington D.C. on the Monday nearest January 22. They march. They march in unity and prayer. They march right up to the steps of the Supreme Court to pray that one day, the decision of Roe v. Wade will be overturned. Half a million people unite, and they march for the ultimate sacrifice: love. 

See, over the years, millions of people have marched right up to the Supreme Court for one cause or another, and they've all been for causes that will affect each of those present. But the March for Life? The March for Life is the only SELFLESS cause because it doesn't affect those of us who have been gifted the freedom to live; it affects those who are murdered before they can take their first breath of air or give their first cry. Yet, it receives no attention. It's okay, though, because the power of God perseveres. Miracles happen every single day all around the world when a pregnant woman is about to get an abortion, to kill her child, and then she realizes that there is a child growing inside. A child that just wants to offer love, joy, and tenderness. A child. Not a fetus.

March for Life - Jan. 23, 2012 - Washington D.C. - Photographer: Unknown