I once fell in love
With my entire being
But that boy doesn’t exist any more
And I wonder
Late at night
Does he look in the mirror
Or maybe catch a glance
As he runs himself
Who that stranger is
And where that love went…
Happy Sunday Funday!
I’m back in the kitchen now, which makes Kim a very very happy camper. I thought I would share a recipe that I tried today for my Carmelita Bars! I often try to bake everything from scratch and I am constantly looking for easy ways to make things that are fairly difficult, due to all sorts of variables. Caramel, from scratch, I often have a bit of difficulty with. I think I get distracted and then all of a sudden, burnt ass sugar. And that makes Kim frustrated, but mostly sad.
So I tried this new recipe today and it was a total success, I was even partially distracted during the process and I am happy to say it did not burn! I am enamored with the subtle salt [Yes. Yes. Everyone and their mother loves some salted caramel now] to it as well, of course feel free to play with the salt content as you see fit because lets face it, that’s what makes a good chef!
I found the recipe via google from this site:
At the brief glance I took at it seems pretty interesting. I’ll have to take a better look when I have a chance. I’ll let you know what I think.
So here you have it! Easy 7 minute Salted Caramel!
What You’ll Need:
- 1 Medium Saucepan
- 1 Whisk
- 1 Set of Measuring Cups
- 1 Set of Measuring Spoons
- 4 tablespoons unsalted butter
- 1 cup brown sugar, packed
- 1/2 cup heavy whipping cream
- 1/2 teaspoon kosher salt
- 1 tablespoon pure vanilla extract
- In a medium saucepan over medium heat, whisk together butter, brown sugar, heavy whipping cream, and salt.
- Bring to a boil and reduce heat. Simmer for 6 minutes, whisking occasionally.
- Whisk in vanilla [it is normal for it to bubble a bit when you do this] and cook 1 more minute.
- Let cool for a bit before serving or using it.
You will want to store it in an air tight container if you’re not going to use it immediately. You will need to refrigerate it. When you would like to use it heat it in the microwave for a bit until it’s soft.
Yum… I can just imagine it over chocolate ice cream. ^_^
Well enjoy your Sunday!
The memory of you emerges from the night around me.
The river mingles its stubborn lament with the sea.
Deserted like the wharves at dawn. It is the hour of departure, oh deserted one!
Cold flower heads are raining over my heart.
Oh pit of debris, fierce cave of the shipwrecked.
In you the wars and the flights accumulated.
From you the wings of the song birds rose.
You swallowed everything, like distance.
Like the sea, like time.
In you everything sank!
It was the happy hour of assault and the kiss.
The hour of the spell that blazed like a lighthouse.
Pilot’s dread, fury of a blind diver, turbulent drunkenness of love, in you everything sank!
In the childhood of mist my soul, winged and wounded.
Lost discoverer, in you everything sank!
You girdled sorrow, you clung to desire, sadness stunned you, in you everything sank!
I made the wall of shadow draw back, beyond desire and act, I walked on.
Oh flesh, my own flesh, woman whom I loved and lost, I summon you in the moist hour, I raise my song to you.
Like a jar you housed the infinite tenderness, and the infinite oblivion shattered you like a jar.
There was the black solitude of the islands, and there, woman of love, your arms took me in.
There were thirst and hunger, and you were the fruit.
There were grief and the ruins, and you were the miracle.
Ah woman, I do not know how you could contain me in the earth of your soul, in the cross of your arms!
How terrible and brief was my desire of you!
How difficult and drunken, how tensed and avid.
Cemetery of kisses, there is still fire in your tombs, still the fruited boughs burn, pecked at by birds.
Oh the bitten mouth, oh the kissed limbs, oh the hungering teeth, oh the entwined bodies.
Oh the mad coupling of hope and force in which we merged and despaired.
And the tenderness, light as water and as flour.
And the word scarcely begun on the lips.
This was my destiny and in it was the voyage of my longing, and in it my longing fell, in you everything sank!
Oh pit of debris, everything fell into you, what sorrow did you not express, in what sorrow are you not drowned!
From billow to billow you still called and sang.
Standing like a sailor in the prow of a vessel.
You still flowered in songs, you still broke in currents.
Oh pit of debris, open and bitter well.
Pale blind diver, luckless slinger, lost discoverer, in you everything sank!
It is the hour of departure, the hard cold hour which the night fastens to all the timetables.
The rustling belt of the sea girdles the shore.
Cold stars heave up, black birds migrate.
Deserted like the wharves at dawn.
Only the tremulous shadow twists in my hands.
Oh farther than everything.
Oh farther than everything.
It is the hour of departure.
Oh abandoned one. -
― Pablo Neruda
Sitting in the middle of the cosmetics counter waiting for my mommy to get off and I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror…
I look tired. I feel like I seem like I’m always on vacation, but really I’m not. I “work” and strategize everyday. I should take a completely remove myself break. I’m not sure if I’m capable of that though and I guess I’m not really in any position to rest on my laurels.
On another note: My hair totally grew a gazillion* inches in a short amount of time. Now if only I could figure out how to grow more of it in general. You know… Not just in length.
*[yes, I’m always exaggerating, that’s what’s so cool about me ha ha]