Happy National Cake Day!!! (Nov. 26th) – Almost-Famous Molten Chocolate Cake

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Almost-Famous Molten Chocolate Cake

Almost-Famous Molten Chocolate Cake

Ingredients

For the Cakes:

6 tablespoons unsalted butter (2 tablespoons melted, 4 tablespoons at room temperature)

1/2 cup natural (not Dutch-process) cocoa powder, plus more for dusting

1 1/3 cups all-purpose flour

1 teaspoon baking soda

1/2 teaspoon baking powder

1/2 teaspoon salt

3 tablespoons milk

1/4 cup vegetable oil

1 1/3 cups sugar

1 1/2 teaspoons vanilla extract

2 large eggs, at room temperature

For the Fillings and Toppings:

8 ounces bittersweet chocolate, finely chopped

1/2 cup heavy cream

4 tablespoons unsalted butter

1 tablespoon light corn syrup

Caramel sauce, for drizzling

1 pint vanilla ice cream

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Directions

Preheat the oven to 350 degrees F. Make the cakes: Brush four 1 1/4-cup brioche molds (or use 10-ounce ramekins or jumbo muffin cups) with the 2 tablespoons melted butter. Dust the molds with cocoa powder and tap out the excess.

Whisk the flour, baking soda, baking powder and salt in a small bowl. Bring the milk and 3/4 cup water to a simmer in a saucepan over medium heat; set aside.

Combine the vegetable oil, 4 tablespoons room-temperature butter and the sugar in a stand mixer and beat with the paddle attachment on medium-high speed until fluffy, about 4 minutes, scraping down the bowl and beater as needed. Add 1/2 cup cocoa powder and the vanilla; beat 1 minute on medium speed. Scrape down the bowl. Add 1 egg and beat 1 minute on medium-low speed, then add the remaining egg and beat 1 more minute.

With the mixer on low speed, gradually beat in the flour mixture, then the hot milk mixture. Finish mixing the batter with a rubber spatula until combined. Divide the batter evenly among the molds, filling each slightly more than three-quarters of the way.

Transfer the molds to a baking sheet and bake until the tops of the cakes are domed and the centers are just barely set, 25 to 30 minutes. Transfer the baking sheet to a rack; let the cakes cool until they pull away from the molds, about 30 minutes.

How To Assemble the Cake:

Make the Filling: Microwave the chocolate, cream, butter and corn syrup in a microwave-safe bowl in 30-second intervals, stirring each time, until the chocolate starts to melt, 1 minute, 30 seconds. Let sit 3 minutes, then whisk until smooth. Reheat before using, if necessary.

Use the tip of a paring knife to gently loosen the cakes from the molds, then invert the cakes onto a cutting board.

Use the knife to cut a 1 1/2-inch circle on the top of each cake, cutting almost to the bottom.

Hollow out the cake with a spoon; save the scraps. Wrap the cakes with plastic wrap and microwave until steaming, 1 minute.

Drizzle plates with caramel, then unwrap the cakes and place on top. Pour about 3 tablespoons filling into each cake.

Plug the hole with a cake scrap. Save or discard any remaining scraps.

Top each cake with a scoop of ice cream. Spoon more chocolate sauce on top, spreading it thin so it hardens into a shell.

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Boys: She’s Just Not That Into You Either by Inside my Show (BLW Contributor)

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Well we’ve all seen the film (I’m guessing!?), but what can be said for when the shoe’s on the other foot? He’s Just Not That Into You tells the tale of Gigi, a single woman in her twenties (?!) desperately looking for love. So desperate in fact that she reads every ‘sign’ wrong and humiliates herself in several ways when assuming men are into her, when they’re not. Boohoo, sad story.

I suppose it’s part true for a lot of women that when they want someone to want them, they piece together the miniscule moments they have shared together – text messages, a drink at the bar…etc, and they run wild with it hoping it all means this poor lad is hopelessly in love with her. This ultimately ends in tears when the fantasy becomes reality and they find out no such love affair has or will ever take place.

What about men though? I can’t speak for them as I am evidently not one but I do find it hillllariousss that some men are so sure of themselves and assume their game is so on point that they can just tell when a woman is head over heels for them. Sorry to be the one to tell you guys, but… she’s probably just not that into you either.

These are the types of scenarios that get guys feeling some type of way because they ASSUME women are into them or catching feelings.

#She Texts You First: Look, the guy she really wants is ignoring her and she’s bored at home watching Hollyoaks so she decides to text you as it’s guaranteed you’ll reply. Haven’t you noticed that all she does is text you? She hasn’t asked you out, she hasn’t slept with you, mate…she hasn’t even asked what your job is. She don’t care.

#You Sleep Together: Yes yes, I know women do get attached easier than men and it is usually through sex, BUT, that doesn’t mean every female you sleep with is wanting your hand in marriage. She only likes your face and the fact you occupy her when she needs it – why you making a big deal of it? Haven’t you noticed that when (and only when) you start getting shook and back away because you think she just musssst be falling for you, that’s when they start getting annoyed? Not annoyed because they want you, but annoyed because you’re acting like a child. Do not tell a woman how she feels – unless you want 3 essays before 10:30AM.

#She Opens Up To You: When you sit down and talk to a woman, the conversation can go from 0-100 real quick. You can merely talk about the weather or somehow end up talking about life and love, feelings and future plans. It’s nice to talk on a level with someone where the conversation has some depth and soul to it. you’re still friendzoned though. You’re that guy she knows she can waffle to. She doesn’t want to carry out any of these future plans with you. Maybe your mate though. Maybe she’s hinting that she needs you to have a word and maybe slip you a 20 to set her up? Awk.

#She Wants your Attention: More time women go on this long winded  journey to try and get a males attention, just to do nothing with it. It soothes the ego to know that someone is willing to talk or give up their time for them. Women need to feel attractive and desired, so they will play little games to see if you’re willing to comply.

This might make you guys think women are ridiculous and yeah, we are. but so are you. And we all play games whether we’re clever enough to know better or not. Unfortunately that’s how this generation has programmed us into thinking and being. Boohoo, sad story.

Check out the rest of this great articlehttp://insidemyshoe.com/2014/11/18/boys-shes-just-not-that-into-you-either/

 

I’m not in charge . . . and grateful by Bare Naked in Public (BLW Contributor)

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I wanted to title this post I’m sick of being grateful. . . or . . . The Universe is stupid. If you follow my blog you know that this month I’m highlighting gratitude, acknowledging life’s little gifts and giving thanks. It’s been a good exercise for me, adding positivity and happiness one day at a time. But recent days have been full of sad news and I’m a little bit pissed at the Universe. I know, I know life is not fair, but this week I wanted it to be a little bit more gentle. The passing of a dear family friend, the news of a little baby diagnosed with a terminal illness as I comforted his sobbing grandmother, and looming holiday melancholy, had me a little rattled and I think I’m falling off the gratitude wagon. When it rains, does it really have to pour?

Driving home tonight, stuck in traffic, I composed my post in my head, reflecting on the yucky week and wishing I could change the world for people I love, relieve them of hurt, pain.  I remembered that when I was a little girl I had a single prayer,  Dear God, please don’t let anyone in my family or any of my friends get sick or die. It was simple, got the job done and best of all . . . it really worked, no one I loved got sick or died. I was a believer.

There is so much to say about those decades between the faithful little girl and the non believer she became, mostly life choices taking their toll. As I inched along, staring at the red taillights of Friday night traffic, I remembered a time when I told a friend thatdecided the outcomes of my life, I was in charge. The thought of that now is laughable. I have learned that the only thing I can control is how I react to life’s happenings, the good, the bad, the happy and sad.  I can choose to be pissed off at the Universe or accept what is, find the lesson, or even find reason to celebrate.

Today, I can say that I do believe in something, a light, an eternal peace. When I hope, pray, or seek serenity, it’s a woman who is listening. And when I imagine her she looks like my mom . . . with clear blue eyes and long silver hair, she is calm, peaceful. I talk to her mostly about love and family. I believe in the energy of the Universe and that some how there is a reason for everything. I am not meant to understand how it works. As much as I want to be, I am not in charge. I cannot save the people I love from pain and suffering. I can only love them, and that I do well.

I’m climbing back on the wagon . . .  still grateful . . . .

xo

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Poetry Mondays – Twas just this time last year I died. (Emily Dickinson)

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‘Twas just this time, last year, I died.

I know I heard the Corn,

When I was carried by the Farms 

It had the Tassels on 

I thought how yellow it would look 

When Richard went to mill 

And then, I wanted to get out,

But something held my will. 

I thought just how Red — Apples wedged

The Stubble’s joints between 

And the Carts stooping round the fields

To take the Pumpkins in 

I wondered which would miss me, least,

And when Thanksgiving, came,

If Father’d multiply the plates 

To make an even Sum 

And would it blur the Christmas glee

My Stocking hang too high

For any Santa Claus to reach

The Altitude of me 

But this sort, grieved myself,

And so, I thought the other way,

How just this time, some perfect year 

Themself, should come to me 

The Complete Poems of Emily Dickinson

Find your Voice by Restored Ministries (BLW Contributor)

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Do you struggle finding your voice? Do you feel pressured into saying yes when inside you’re really screaming NOOOOO!

Do you say yes out of pressures or not wanting to hurt someone’s feelings? Do you complain and dread that you ever said yes to something? Do you make yourself miserable or compromise your integrity trying to get out of that dreadful yes you didn’t really mean?

Do you feel aggravated or upset at people or their actions? Do you get on the phone telling all your girlfriends about all your frustrations, but never address it directly with the person that upset you or hurt your feelings? Do you have a problem setting boundaries?

I love Joyce Meyer. She does not sugar coat anything. She talks about overcoming all these areas and so much more in real, sound, biblical ways. She has really been instrumental in my spiritual transformation over the years.

One of her books that really helped me years ago was Approval Addiction. I always thought of myself as a person that really could give a rat’s behind what other people thought, but I actually did all those things I just described above. I couldn’t find my true voice for most of my life. I took all my frustrations to others or out on others. I filled my friends and families ears with all my frustrations, instead of taking it all to Jesus. What Joyce means by “Take it to the Throne instead of the Phone”

I was horrible at setting boundaries too. I constantly let others poop in my yard till I got the courage to put up good fences. If they got through my fence, I got good at asking them to pick up and take their poop with them. (That is another amazing message by Momma Joyce on boundaries that I highly recommend)

I was a stuffer.

I stuffed my emotions for many years. I stuffed with food, shopping, and one compulsion after another. When I got so full from the stuffing my words and emotions, I finally erupted in anger. I would blow and everyone around me better take cover. I did not blow very much when I was younger, but when emotional stuffing and hormones and being a mother of twins got all mixed up together, it was like all the ingredients needed for a Mt. St. Helens type of blow.

I am so thankful for recovery and Jesus. I still work the steps of recovering to this day.

Check out the rest of his great articlehttp://restoredministriesblog.wordpress.com/2014/09/30/find-your-voice/

It’s About Sexy Sunday by SEX w/Annie, Let’s talk about Sex (BLW Contributor)

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Sometimes a Sexy Sunday is just spending time with your spouse, or partner. It doesn’t always have to include actual sex on a Sunday or any other day of the week.

It’s about being together, laughing and kissing, hugging and touching. It’s about flirting with each other like you did when you first met. It’s those smiles you get out of your spouse. Those belly laughs over silly things that happen.

Sexy Sunday is about just being content with the one you love. It’s knowing that when life throws another obstacle in your path that you have each other to lean on. And that you’ll never have to face the hard times alone.

Sexy Sunday is also about waking up in each other’s arms. It’s about facing life in general head on over your morning coffee. It’s about knowing it will always be alright. Because with that one other person life becomes so much easier, even when it’s not. It’s knowing he or she will always have your back. That nothing can break that bond.

Yes, The Sexy part of sexy Sunday can come on a Monday or Wednesday or even a Saturday. But even without the sex It really doesn’t matter as long as you are both together.

Knowing that your spouse always has your best interest at heart is what’s sexy. And knowing that your partners main purpose in life is always going to be to make you happy. It’s that peace of mind that you never have to worry about going it alone.

It’s about knowing that your other half will give you all that they have. That they will go to the ends of the earth to make you happy. And give you love as well as pleasure beyond belief.

No Sexy Sunday isn’t always about the down and dirty sexy stuff.

Sexy Sunday is about two people breathing each other’s happiness as if it’s air.

Life is good.  Although It may not always be easy. But when you have that one person who holds your heart and happiness in their hands because it’s their life line and happiness too, well that just makes it all worthwhile, doesn’t it?

I hope you all have a Sexy Sunday. And don’t forget the lube.

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Inspiration by ‘sinned (BLW Contributor)

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I am not always in the mood. Good times, bad times. But I always have inspiration, somehow.

Take yesterday. It was raining during the day. However I pushed myself out of my home…first in the morning to visit my parents. In evening I went to see a friend of mine. We were talking and thinking. Talking about the this and that’s of life. And thinking of how much resistance there is when we are changing behavior. Or when we are growing mature and when things happen in our life that make us reflect on our be-ing.

We had really a good chat. I like my friend a lot. She is a very special woman. And she has a special place in my heart. We have things in common and we can learn from each other….what happens if you cannot learn anymore from each other? Does the friendship of relationship end or does it mean a new beginning. I think the last. It’s not the end, it’s just a new start.

Just like a new start of a day!

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How did I get here from THERE? by Jennterra (BLW Contributor)

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On the edge of insanity I spent many years wasting away  and I cried many tears  while my mind and body slipped into decay. I look back now and wonder how I am even alive, what watched over me during those desperate times?  Was it an inner will power to survive or a guardian from out of our time?

I was a wasted away ghost of who I had been, a wisp of a woman whose grasp between reality and delusion had grown so very thin. Addiction is never to be taken lightly; and I took that statement to the hilt.  I took my addiction to the place where you trade in your soul for just one more dose. I would have even sold your soul had you been in my proximity while you slept or behind your back. I was ashamed, I was lost and I was a monster.

To cope with these facts the monster I was became bigger until it swallowed me whole, until I fell into the beasts arms with an abandon and I thought I had forgone all hope. Everyday I sunk deeper and had to do more drugs to dull the feelings  within me; guilt, shame, hatred, fear, and rage.  Every now and then through the haze when I let down my guard I heard a voice…Get out , you don’t belong here! Your gonna die if you don’t run away from this! You are not this person!!! I thought what the hell and got higher in a desperate attempt to kill that needling ghost. I was so precariously perched on the edge of no return that I sometimes wished for it to end, for that final push overboard into the abyss of my ever growing addiction.

Suddenly and out of the blue one day through the fog, through the chaos and commotion of what I had let my life become I realized that the choice was mine, NOT MY ADDICTIONS. I had to get out of the pattern of denial and start looking at the root of the problem, start to hold accountable the only person rsponsible for my choices and behaviors…ME. That my friends is the day I began to heal, the very day I took the first step in beating the pattern of addiction, the day I saved my life.

Check out the rest of the article @ http://jennjenn388.wordpress.com/2013/09/09/how-did-i-get-here-from-there-repost/

Happy National Gingerbread Day!!! (Nov. 21st) – Cholly’s World-Famous Gingerbread Cake

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Cholly’s World-Famous Gingerbread Cake

Ingredients

1 cup dark molasses

1 teaspoon baking soda

2 1/2 cups all-purpose flour

1 tablespoon baking powder

1 1/2 teaspoons ground cinnamon

1 teaspoon ground ginger

1/2 teaspoon salt

1/8 teaspoon ground cloves

1/2 cup (1/4 lb.) butter, at room temperature

1 cup firmly packed brown sugar

2 large eggs Unsweetened cocoa and/or powdered sugar (optional)

Fresh mint sprigs (optional), rinsed

Preparation

  1. In a 2- to 3-quart pan over high heat, bring 1 cup water to a boil. Remove from heat and stir in molasses and baking soda. After mixture stops foaming, stir in 1/2 cup cold water; let cool to room temperature, stirring often, about 10 minutes.
  2. In a small bowl, whisk together flour, baking powder, cinnamon, ginger, salt, and cloves.
  3. In a large bowl, with an electric mixer on high speed, beat butter and brown sugar until well blended. Beat in eggs until blended. Reduce speed to medium-low. Add flour and molasses mixtures alternately until incorporated, then beat on high speed until well blended. Pour into a buttered and floured 9-inch square pan.
  4. Bake in a 325° regular or convection oven until a toothpick inserted in center of thickest part comes out clean, 45 to 50 minutes. Let cool in pan on a rack at least 1 1/4 hours.
  5. Pour about 1/4 cup crème anglaise onto each plate. Cut cake into pieces (see notes) and set them in sauce on plates. If desired, lightly sift cocoa and/or powdered sugar over each plate and garnish with a mint sprig. Offer remaining crème anglaise to add to taste.

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Let Me be Me by Creative Blog Mom (BLW Contributor)

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My efforts to avoid blogging on the weekends has definitely provided plenty of material for Mingle Monday. It is also a casual, pressure-free way to enjoy blogging for the day. I just get to look around, discover cool things, follow new people, and enjoy the diversity in our world.

This morning, on my way to a doctor’s appointment, while doing some mingling on the radio, I found myself yelling at NPR. The interview dealt with the way we perceive people because of their appearance. The interviewee claimed that people changed the way they perceived him when he changed his look six years ago. He is a successful, college educated man with a family, whose appearance makes people think otherwise. OK. Maybe. But how does he know what other people are thinking?

The part that got me was when he encouraged his son, who wanted to make the same change, NOT to do it until he was ready to deal with the consequence of changing the way people perceive him.  I literally yelled at the radio, “So the heck what?”

So much of this kind of talk is a matter of perception itself. If you think that people are perceiving you in a negative way, it is not their perception causing your assumption. It is yours! True confidence reveals itself no matter what you wear or how your hair is styled. Wear confidence. Style your hair with pride.

And even if you think looks do “matter”, who’s opinion will you go with? Perceptions vary so widely. You’d have to take a poll to have a chance of getting a majority vote. Who has time for that?

Trust in your own instincts. Believe in you. Look the way that feels good to you. Nobody can take this from you.

Please teach this to our children. Please don’t start their journey of independence with fear. Start it with a smile on your face and your chest held high. Be a strong example.

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