Friday, November 30, 2012

Ultra Alexander




Ingredients
Ice
2 ounces brandy
2 ounces chocolate liquor
1 tbsp whipping cream
1 tbsp chocolate syrup

Optional garnish
Cocoa powder
Chocolate shavings

Get out your best cocktail shaker and fill to the top with ice. Cover with brandy, liquor, whipping cream and syrup. Shake it like a polaroid picture, strain and serve in a glass. Since this recipe makes one serving, it’s up to you if you want to rim your glass with cocoa, or top your cocktail with chocolate shavings.
Sometimes, a good night out leads to new friendships. While tequila may be a bad influence, the Ultra Alexander will surely make you feel great. Full, but great.
By: Eva Severed
Thanks to Better Homes and Garden for the inspiration & photo.

Sweet and Beautiful November

It's hard to believe this is the last day of November. I planned to post more often this month, but it was a very busy month-family visiting, my Mom's birthday (Nov. 14), my birthday (Nov. 19), Thanksgiving, etc. The entire month was gorgeous. Nothing but sunshine, blue skies and beautiful colors. Our Pecan harvest was wonderful and we are getting ready to harvest our citrus trees. I took some pictures, but I still need to upload them. I still need to post pics from October, as well. Time truly gets away from me.

The farmers are busy harvesting the sugarcane. Harvesting won't end until the beginning of January.

I'm drinking a Pumpkin Ale. I raise it to the month of November. :)




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One of my favorite November songs.

Vashti Bunyan- Rose Hip November

Monday, November 26, 2012

Peppermint Crumble Bars by Ashton

Celtic Tree Month-Elder

Elder Moon: November 24 - December 23



The Death-Child
 
William Sharp (1855–1905)
 
 
SHE sits beneath the elder-tree
And sings her song so sweet,
And dreams o’er the burn that darksomely
Runs by her moonwhite feet.
 
Her hair is dark as starless night,        5
Her flower-crowned face is pale,
But oh, her eyes are lit with light
Of dread ancestral bale.
 
She sings an eerie song, so wild
With immemorial dule—        10
Though young and fair, Death’s mortal child
That sits by that dark pool.
 
And oft she cries an eldritch scream,
When red with human blood
The burn becomes a crimson stream,        15
A wild, red, surging flood:
 
Or shrinks, when some swift tide of tears—
The weeping of the world—
Dark eddying ’neath man’s phantom-fears
Is o’er the red stream hurled.        20
 
For hours beneath the elder-tree
She broods beside the stream;
Her dark eyes filled with mystery,
Her dark soul rapt in dream.
 
The lapsing flow she heedeth not        25
Through deepest depths she scans:
Life is the shade that clouds her thought,
As Death ’s the eclipse of man’s.
 
Time seems but as a bitter thing
Remembered from of yore:        30
Yet ah (she thinks) her song she ’ll sing
When Time’s long reign is o’er.
 
Erstwhiles she bends alow to hear
What the swift water sings,
The torrent running darkly clear        35
With secrets of all things.
 
And then she smiles a strange sad smile
And lets her harp lie long;
The death-waves oft may rise the while,
She greets them with no song.        40
 
Few ever cross that dreary moor,
Few see that flower-crowned head;
But whoso knows that wild song’s lure
Knoweth that he is dead.

Saturday, November 10, 2012

Happy New Year's Eve!     Picture found on vk,com.