Monthly Archives: July 2015

Fear for Heaven’s Sake

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You say heaven as
if it is the be all end
all of existence. As
if to be denied entry
is the most dreaded of
all things to dread.

Some do live this
life paying dues for
eternal entry into
sprawling mansions…
their names etched in
gold at the gate. While
some live life on
heaven’s fire, wildly
loving, rejecting egoistic
edicts scribbled in
ancient tomes by
fearful men.

Eternity, after all, is
neither here nor
there, but once
upon and now and
then, a candle burning
at two wicks to
be consumed when
end meets end.

kat ~ july 9, 2015


Dream Apocalypse

dream
It’s an unsettling thing, you’d
no doubt agree, when
a dream taps you square
on the shoulder.
With nose to the stone
we’re often persuaded, to
shutter away silly
dreams of our youth.
Best left forgotten…
forgotten, except for
that tap, tap, tap,
tapping, insistent, annoying.
Some dreams are like
zombies, bypassing our
brains, intent on
devouring our hearts.
kat ~ July 2015

Decisions…Decisions…Decisions!

Like waiting…
for paint
to dry…or
water to
boil….or ice to
melt. Take your
pick…whichever
fits…no! Never
you mind…
sometimes, all
I really need
to know
is what
you’d like
for dinner!

kat~2015


chaos theory

 

it is said that the flutter
of a butterfly wing can cause
a typhoon on the other
side of the world. i don’t
doubt it. for i have
witnessed with my own
eyes and felt the seismic
rumbling deep in my
heart, events of equal
magnitude. the changing of
the seasons, tides ebbing
swell from mere hints
of moon glow, seedlings
that burst from darkness
to light, single raindrops with
power to unsettle still
stagnant pools, whispers
that tune the ear to
higher frequencies, a kiss
on the forehead that
tingles the toes, breath
infused life, unremarkably
constant, until in an instant
its final exhale. There may well
be butterflies on some
distant shore shifting the
breeze into torrential
fury, but my own undoing
happens in the flutter
of an eyelash.

kat – this 3rd of july 2015


Lemon Pudding Bundt Cake (from memory)

Some of you may remember my last attempt at making a scratch lemon bundt cake. In a word…DISASTER!
  
While I was able to salvage bits of cake crumbs into something edible, it was not the moist, firm slice of zesty lemon cake with crackly sweet glaze that I was craving. It was just a matter of time before I gave it another go, but this time rather than search endlessly online for the perfect recipe, I decided to rely on my memory and bake the Lemon Pudding Bundt Cake that became a staple during those lean years when my kids were little and ingredients were precious. And I learned something about life and myself with my little kitchen experiment. 

Every day we’re bombarded with marketing pitches to nip, tuck, improve, beautify, educate, build muscle, lose fat, feel better, find love and get wherever it is we’re going perfectly coifed, on time and in style! And while I have nothing against these things, sometimes it is best to stick with what one knows…on what is tried and true. Doing this does not mean one is stagnant or giving up on life. Routine can be a comfortable and grounding place to land for a spell. 

There’s a reason we hold onto things. Why we can’t quite bring ourselves to part with that old sweater from high school, or that faded pressed rose between the pages of a favorite book, or why our best recipes are the ones in the back of the junk drawer, stained with butter and vanilla. I didn’t need to mess with perfection by trying something new and improved. Like Dorothy clicking those ruby slippers I had it in me all along!

Here’s the recipe I remember (in case you want to try it):

Lemon Pudding Bundt Cake 

Preheat the oven to 350 Degrees.

Combine the dry ingredients:

2 boxes of instant Jello lemon pudding (the brand matters – no generics)

3 cups all-purpose flour 

3 tsp of baking powder

1 cup sugar (I’ve converted to organic raw and it worked ok)

…and then the wet ingredients in a separate bowl:

1 stick of butter (not margarine)

1 tsp or so of vanilla

4 eggs 

1-1/2 cups of milk (use the kind with a little fat in it – I use whole)

Whip the wet until frothy and then add to the dry beating until fully blended and the batter is fluffy (I like to give it a few minutes) 

The batter will be thick. Pour into a greased/floured Bundt pan and bake for about an hour until the top looks like this…

 The center will still be too moist. Cover the top with foil to keep the cake from over browning and bake an additional 10 minutes. Allow to cool in the pan until it is no longer hot to the touch. Top with this glaze…

About a cup of powdered sugar, a tablespoon of lemon juice, a dot of vanilla and enough milk to make the glaze wet enough to drizzle down the sides of the cake.  And if you’re feeling sassy and pleased with yourself like I am this very moment, sprinkle some lemon zest on top! Go ahead, go crazy! 

  

If your cake doesn’t look exactly like this, don’t worry. Baking is an art form best practiced and practiced from the heart! And you know what they say about heart stuff…”home is where”…you know the rest.