Thoughts are deeds

"Thoughts are deeds and may become miracles or crimes"

Edgar Cayce

Perfect Pie Crust

First thing,  I just learned this about pie crust so before we get started I'm sharing it with you.  If you are cooking an empty pie shell you put the little fork marks in it to get the air all circulating, BUT if your cooking the shell with the filling in it like Pecan Pie you DON'T put the fork marks in it.  Good to know  - right?  Ok so here is the best pie crust recipe that exists and I promise once you make a homemade pie crust you will never again buy one.  It cant be duplicated and will make or break any pie.  Also, another tip:  If you want it to be flaky (and you do) don't kneed it too much.  Don't overwork the dough. This is my Maw-maw Bobbie's Recipe from my dad's side of the family and it was given to her by her grandmother. Oh and guess what... its easy as pie to make :) sorry I had to add that.

Add 1 Cup Flour to a bowl

Add 1/2 cup Crisco

You can use buttered baking sticks or the big fat regular can.  We used the sticks.

It should say "nice AND pretty" but you get the point

 ENJOY!!!

Sweating Rainbows

The way you would feel if sunshine was in your veins and your pours were sweating rainbows

Hot peach mango dip

Very easy and very good just add crackers

Teaching Yourself to Cook: a short list of advice

Its not ideal but I'm teaching myself to cook and learning to love it as I get better at it.  I'm not a person that naturally loves to cook or a person who hates it.  My mom never taught me how because she didn't much care for it and it took me until now in life to realize she pretty much has 12 recipes that she has rotated out in different orders for my entire life.  My sister loves to cook and is naturally good at it and it comes easy to her.  I'm stuck somewhere in the middle.  I love the idea of cooking but I don't know much.  My dads side of the family is Cajun and everything happens around a table in their life, my Aunt Shirley can make something in 2 min that it would take me all day to make.  So at the age of 34 Im learning to cook and am on the verge of loving it but not quite yet but here is a little advise I have learned so far.

1. Pull your hair back - I don't care how great your food is if someone finds a hair in it none of that hard work matters.  Put your hair up or pull it back or something.

2. Give it time - It wont take as long the second time you make a recipe and it will take half that time the third time and eventually your flying through it.

3.  Keep a book (or Blog) of recipes you like -  I have started one for fast and easy and one for takes awhile but turns out delicious

4.  Get good Kitchen Soap - I never washed my hands so much until i really started cooking.

5.  Invest in at least one good knife - I was given a Cutco and I really think it was the turning point for me to be able to enjoy cooking.  It makes everything soooo much easier!

6.  Don't wear nice clothes to cook in - come on your not on food network.  Get comfortable and wear something you can get messy in.  Its probably going to happen so be prepared.

7.  Get a conversion list for measurements - I have one on this blog somewhere. I use it and its simple and I printed it and laminated it and keep it on the inside of my cabinet in a plastic sheath and pull it out when needed.

8. Cook stuff other people like - so you don't have to eat 12 pots of beans by yourself!

9.  When you mess up laugh about it. Its going to happen.

Thats all I have for now but i'm betting I'll think of more as soon as I publish this.

Scatter

I'm up to my eye balls with Scatterbrain today,  my hearts in my throat my thoughts are everywhere and im pretty sure this time its not my fault for once.  Be still brain and heart be still!

Sail

Dang your soul, the way it formed with to mine. Now your gone and I am too.

This mansion I know about

So yep im getting married. and i havent posted anything about it because i was like, well i don't want this to all the sudden turn into a wedding blog and it be all about wedding this and wedding that, but this is my blog and it is about me so i'll be sharing stuff about my wedding because my little heart is so excited i have to open the valve and let a little joy out so i don't explode. me and my physicist have dated for a little over five years now and we are two oppositely perfect matches. He's Science and practically and Im Art and irrationality. it works so well. we balance each other like a scale. he has helped me organize my scatterbrain and i have help scatter his organized brain, just a bit in the right direction both ways. he's a godsend and I'm blessed that he puts up with me. in so many ways we have changed and grown and challenged each other to become better people over these last five years. we sometimes are amazed at where we started. I was just rediscovering who i was after a long period in my life of running from that task. I think i had to find that peace inside my self to be alone with me and like hanging out with me before i could fall into someone else again. i really didn't have much to offer anyone before i got to that spot in life. i was just a person looking for one distraction after the next to keep me from looking at myself. i remember never wanting to be alone, almost a panic feeling of having to find something to do or somewhere to go. its kinda exhausting running from yourself. when it happened and the bottom of my life fell out and all i had was me and god i finally found out the thing i had been running from was the one thing i had been searching for. its tough when the front of the house looks all perfect and manicured for everyone to admire but you open the door and that beautiful place is so full off junk that you would never notice the architecture, i guess i think of a hoarder. like that show where they go clean these peoples houses out and you see them crying over a scrap of paper or a broken rubber band, its that hard to part with each little piece of that junk when they start taking stuff out to throw away. i felt like i was that scenario, but with emotions and deeds and sins being my scraps of paper and rubber bands that I was in the front yard crying about. You hate someone for 7 years and then try to throw that out in one day. Its not going to happen without some resistance, you hold those negative feelings like they are some blanket keeping you warm. I'm a witness that they are not, they are walls of junk keeping you from walking through the halls of your inner self. I had a lot of walls. Something strange happened as I cleaned out myself, i started remembering who i was. I started doing art again and writing in my journal. i found peace being alone in total silence. I found joy in myself. These were things i hadn't done since i was in high school. I'm totally a work in progress so ill probably always be finding closets full metaphorical clutter that i have overlooked or filled up without noticing. So all this long post to say i met my balance, my Nick, right around the time i was cleaning out the second floor of my little inner house. It was perfect timing and it proceeded slow enough for me to get used to the idea that i wasn't the same person going into this relationship that i had been going into others. from the started i made the choice that no matter where things went with us i would be respectful to him. i wanted a different approach at this relationship. i wanted God in it. Its a strange thing when you don't know what that looks like and it starts to happen. i spent the first year trying to figure out why it was so different than my other relationships and why none of the old rules applied. i finally realized i wasn't the same person that i had been. i felt a bit sad for my past relationships because in truth i hadn't been completely present in them. i probably missed out on a lot being so busy at being selfish. I cant wait to get married to my perfect balance. I know its been said a thousand times and sounds so trite but he's my best friend. Ill post few things about the wedding as we go but i wanted to put a little foundation down today i guess. I probably wont turn my blog into a wedding blog for the next six months or anything but I'm sure its going to seep out around the edges a bit. If anyone read this thanks.
Beth

Chitiehole

I made up a new word, Its not a cuss word but it kinda sounds like one. CHITIEHOLE!

Recipe organization

So last night I wanted to make my squash pile recipe that my mom and aunt shirley and maw maw Bobbie always made so I got my iPad out and went to my blog and pulled it up (because by some miracle i remembered i posted it and i figured it would be faster than digging through all my paper recipes). It was awesome, i put in "squash" and pulled it right up. I'm going to start putting all my personal recipes on here so I can do that when I need to cook something. Eventually ill have all my favorite foods in one place and organized. Organization! Finally!

A love story: From the top

To understand this love story its going to take a lot of explaining of things that you wont understand. Its worth trying to use words to explain. You have to know things didn't begin the way you know them now. Before man sinned there was no separation from God and mans soul or any unborn soul. We could see him and talk with him, he walked throughout the garden with ease and his notes vibrated throughout the flesh of Adam and Eve and each and every unborn soul. Everything touched everything and all the vibrations were connected to all the souls that existed. There was a note, a sound that God had placed in the fiber of everything and we could all feel and touch it. On top of this each person contained their own note. So every soul had a sound of its own that was made up of the note of everything. This note changed after sin was born. I try to explain this so you'll understand when I tell you my soul fell in love with another soul before time began. I fell in love with his God note. It was so different back then than it is for you now. I struggle with words to explain a sound that no longer exists between a relationship that's incomprehensible. He made a sound that made my soul make a sound that all of creation felt. It was the same for him. The note I was tuned at shook him, and he shook every thing. This is the beginning of a story that will last for eternity and span centuries on earth. It's not a simple thing to begin but it's started.

Human run though washing machine!!

Yep it's a human, giant sized, run though, washing machine! We did the Gritty Godess mud run at Moody Gardens in Galveston Texas and it was awesome!

Not moving?

If your not changing then your not moving and if your not moving then your just a breeding ground for mosquitoes to lay eggs. Start moving!
#southeastexas, #wisdom, and #advise

Garden life

My banana peppers are still growing like crazy, since the dead of summer they have been producing and still have flowers so more are coming. Banana peppers are a definite keeper for my garden going forward

Giant human run though washing machine!

Yep it's a human, giant sized, run though, washing machine! We did the Gritty Godess mud run at Moody Gardens in Galveston Texas and it was awesome!

Standing still

If your not changing then your not moving and if your not moving then your just a breeding ground for mosquitoes to lay eggs. Start moving!
#southeastexas, #wisdom, and #advise

Eve's Affects

His vanity was immediately upset by her curves, he was angry that he was so pleased with what God had done. And while his eyes devoured her form, her soul was being born. The devil marveled at the creation but was offended at the choice God laid inside it. Beauty in this shape was unacceptable because it was more beautiful he.

I remember it echoed thru everything, the vibrations hit notes us souls had never heard. Satan was offended.

You know the sound a child makes in birth? The scream. Eve screamed the first birth into sin, imagine the sound. Eve screamed the first scream to ever exist, ever in time by any human, the first a mortal pain ever echoed. No it wasn't in a literal birth, it was metaphorically her birth into sin. The alley way every other soul has made into humanity. Her note is her own. God gave it a name that can not be spoken. It's the note of the loss of innocence and no one will know it but him and her. The devil hated Eve the moment she was created with all her eye snatching beauty. That it was hard to move his eyes from her made it even worst and jealousy was created. The next sin we read is a murder created from this feeling the devil experienced directly from Gods creation of woman. "And Cain rose up and slew Able." Oh Eve you ripple maker.