Lemon and Pea Alfredo


lemon and pea alfredo

This is a recipe I adapted from one Giada Di Laurentiis had on her show this morning. You can find the original recipe here:

http://www.foodnetwork.com/recipes/giada-de-laurentiis/lemon-and-pea-alfredo-4488393

Lemon and Pea Alfredo

1 lb fusilli pasta
1 cup parmesan cheese
1 pkg cream cheese, cut into cubes
1 1/2 cup peas
3 tbs lemon juice
salt, pepper, and garlic to taste

Directions
1. Bring a large pot of salted water to a boil. Add the pasta and cook until just short of al dente, about 10 to 11 minutes.

2. Drain the pasta and return to the pot. Put on low heat. Add parmesan and cream cheese, stirring to melt and mix the cheese. Add peas, lemon juice and seasoning. Continue to stir, cooking until pasta is al dente and cheese is melted.

Sunrise


clouds

Look to the east
It’s the dawn of a new day
All brand new and shiny and full of promise

Clouds
Reflecting warmth and color
Bringing daydreams to life

Rays of sunlight
Reaching for Earth
Christening the morn with hope and happiness

For one heart-stopping moment
All possibility seems tangible
As sunlight dances with clouds

Then the sun peeks over the horizon
Stores her beauty for another morning
While radiantly warming our world.

Fumbling Through Life


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Sometimes I feel my life is a lot like one of those football plays where the ball is fumbled and then slips through the hands of the players trying to pick it up and then gets kicked and then pops out from between the players trying to pick it up until it lands out of bounds.

Just when I feel like I’m getting a handle on things, it slips away and bounces off in a different direction. And it doesn’t help when the missteps are the same damn things I have been doing since I was a kid. Once, just once… I’d love for things to come out of my mouth as cool as they sound in my head.

I guess I’m still that awkward weird little kid in the back of the room.

Monsters


Dark, cold and unrelenting

Fear, curling through the darkness like a fog

Panic, bubbling up and boiling over

Can’t see, can’t scream, can’t run

All the pain that adults can inflict on the young comes back in dreams.

Somehow the lock on the box is gone

The demons are loose creating havoc

On the unsuspecting, unaware of the forgotten hell 

That reveals itself in the dark of night.

Is this a memory or just the product of an overactive imagination?

And the better question…

How do we get the monsters back into the box.

Christmas Chutney


It’s that time of year again!

Coffeequilter's Corner

2 cups orange juice
3 cups cranberries
1 orange chopped finely (peel included)
1 apple cored and chopped finely
1 cup walnuts
1 teaspoon cardamom
2 teaspoons cinnamon
1 cup honey
1/2 cup sugar

Put orange juice and cranberries into a pot. Cook on medium heat. Bring to light boil. Add all other ingredients. Stir constantly as the honey will burn. Cook down for 20 minutes. Unless you will be eating quickly, put into 4 prepared pint jars and waterbath for 15 minutes.

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Butterfinger Cheesecake 


My son loves cheesecake and he loves peanut butter. So for his 21st birthday, I came up with this recipe☺

Crust

1 1/2 cup crushed pretzels

1/3 cup butter

Filling

5 pkg cream cheese

1 1/2 cup sugar

1 cup peanut butter

2 tsp vanilla

3 eggs

1 cup butterfinger pieces

Topping

1/2 cup crushed pretzels

1/2 cup butterfinger chips

1/2 cup white chocolate chips
1. Combine pretzels and butter for the crust. Press into the bottom of a greased pan. Bake at 350 for 5 minutes. Cool.

2. Beat cream cheese and sugar until smooth. Add peanut butter and vanilla. Mix well. Add eggs and beat on low until just combined. Stir in butterfinger pieces. Pour over crust.

3. Bake at 350 for 50-55 minutes or until almost set. Remove from the oven and let sit for 15 minutes. 

4. Combine topping ingredients and sprinkle over cake. Bake 10 minutes longer. 

5. Cool for 1 hour. Refrigerate leftovers (if you have any!)

Phoenix



Despite all those who said I was too much…

Too fat

Too loud

Too verbose

Too proud

And despite the pain

The heartache 

Sleepless nights

Chairs thrown across the room

Belongings destroyed

Paralyzing panic attacks

Threats

Punches

Nightmares

Fear

Fuck it. I’m done.

Never again will I make myself small for someone who can’t handle me.

Never again will I lose myself for another.

Never again will I remain silent.

I am me.

Love me or leave me

For I have risen from the ashes.

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