<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4700876041891535011</id><updated>2012-01-20T10:12:51.504-05:00</updated><category term='Hockey'/><category term='SU'/><category term='Biscuits'/><category term='Gel-a-tins'/><category term='Penny Black'/><category term='Paper Trey'/><category term='Inkadinkado'/><category term='Stuff'/><category term='Out and about'/><category term='Gina K'/><category term='Sun Run 2007'/><category term='CTMH'/><category term='Crochet'/><category term='RAK'/><category term='In the Sweet Kitchen'/><category term='Cards'/><category term='Food'/><category term='M&apos;s'/><category term='Hero arts'/><category term='Cake'/><category term='Emboss'/><category term='Scrapbook'/><category term='Sketch attempt'/><category term='Candy'/><category term='Not a card'/><category term='Sky High'/><title type='text'>Moments in my Life</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://in-my-moments.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700876041891535011/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-my-moments.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700876041891535011/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Yosha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17638536298999351055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TRZuq8R9dpI/AAAAAAAADH4/WD92ZmBaOZw/S220/rome1.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>440</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4700876041891535011.post-8030235836618798548</id><published>2012-01-17T21:13:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-20T10:12:51.510-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Irritated in Bangkok and back home!</title><content type='html'>Only way out of Rayleigh was to take a longboat to Krabi and a taxi to the Krabi airport.&amp;nbsp; Something I noticed in our travels - the people bent over backwards to get us to tour offices, cooking classes, events.&amp;nbsp; They sent taxi's, helped us load luggage, negotiated prices on our behalf.&amp;nbsp; BUT once&amp;nbsp;at the end of the event, we were on our own to get back.&amp;nbsp;The harshest was getting in and out of Rayleigh -&amp;nbsp;we had to walk quite a distance, sometimes through the water&amp;nbsp;with our&amp;nbsp;bags to the longboats.&amp;nbsp; This may sound like the complaints of a pampered tourist but Michelle and I spent quite a bit support the Vietnam&amp;nbsp;economy and our bags (yes pleural!) were HEAVY!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6uCVbTV47fQ/TxYW9cwY6XI/AAAAAAAADmc/VWBvVardGYI/s1600/1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="132" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6uCVbTV47fQ/TxYW9cwY6XI/AAAAAAAADmc/VWBvVardGYI/s640/1.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we managed our bags and flew to Bangkok.&amp;nbsp; Bangkok was our last port of call prior to heading home.&amp;nbsp; At this point I was some what ready to head home...ready to catch up with friends, do some proper laundry, get back into the kitchen and actually kinda excited to get back to work (don't judge me, my work is cool!&amp;nbsp; Cool-ish)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our first night we headed to Khaosan road, about a good 40 mins from our hotel.&amp;nbsp; This would become a regular hike for us!&amp;nbsp; Coles notes of history tells me that Khaosan road translated to "milled rice" was a major street for the rice market in olden days.&amp;nbsp; But now it's famous for being a Backbackers ghetto, everything from cheap hotels to crafts to clothes to tailors (oh tailors!&amp;nbsp; Michelle and&amp;nbsp;I&amp;nbsp;may have once again succumbed to clothes shopping!) to&amp;nbsp;pirated...well everything.&amp;nbsp; You can get fake IDs (of any sorts) and even handicap parking signs.&amp;nbsp; I will admit I was tempted for a whole half second (imagine all the parking spots that become available?!) but I&amp;nbsp;figure karma&amp;nbsp;would swiftly kick&amp;nbsp;me in the butt.&amp;nbsp; Well if not&amp;nbsp;karma, definitely&amp;nbsp;my father, he has this whole honesty thing going...it may have rubbed off on me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3OvrSfKDVTA/TxYJncOK8BI/AAAAAAAADlk/A-bxfZjuYZ8/s1600/1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3OvrSfKDVTA/TxYJncOK8BI/AAAAAAAADlk/A-bxfZjuYZ8/s400/1.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;On our first full day in Bangkok, we decided to hit up the sites, which basically translates to pagodas.&amp;nbsp; We were told Bangkok has 450 pagodas within the city.&amp;nbsp; As we were checking out a street map, a tuk tuk driver (3 wheeler taxi) offered to take us to see all the major sites for just 30 baht (approx 1 CDN dollar).&amp;nbsp; Of course we should have been suspicious but we agreed.&amp;nbsp; He took us to see 2 or 3 pagodas, including the standing Buddha...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VzKK13207sQ/TxYJuOIaA4I/AAAAAAAADls/NL0cALdrMNg/s1600/2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VzKK13207sQ/TxYJuOIaA4I/AAAAAAAADls/NL0cALdrMNg/s320/2.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;to lucky Buddha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rLlxpvTWyhw/TxYdK-6_BRI/AAAAAAAADmk/TZ6nZ5lPRSo/s1600/luck.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rLlxpvTWyhw/TxYdK-6_BRI/AAAAAAAADmk/TZ6nZ5lPRSo/s320/luck.jpg" width="246" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Every place was very elaborate and dripping in gold...﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ddGorpAH1w0/TxYJ2SuLHuI/AAAAAAAADl0/Jk_wK-guiCE/s1600/3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ddGorpAH1w0/TxYJ2SuLHuI/AAAAAAAADl0/Jk_wK-guiCE/s320/3.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Check out the details on the doorway...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RpKjDaYitQU/TxYJ9yvejlI/AAAAAAAADl8/AYPbC8mU5uM/s1600/4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RpKjDaYitQU/TxYJ9yvejlI/AAAAAAAADl8/AYPbC8mU5uM/s320/4.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then things became a bit dicey.&amp;nbsp; The driver started taking us to export centres and tailors.&amp;nbsp; Even though we said we won't buy anything he wanted us to just go in and look around.&amp;nbsp; It became quite obvious that we were not the free spending tourists he expected.&amp;nbsp; The breaking point came when we refused a 1 hour boat ride that would cost us close to 30 CND.&amp;nbsp; He raced back to where he picked us and basically told us to get the heck out of his taxi!!&amp;nbsp; We later learned that the drivers earn 200 baht if we go into the shops and browse and&amp;nbsp;commission of up to&amp;nbsp;50% of whatever we buy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rest of the day became frustration in convincing taxi drivers to take us to our destinations without shopping side trips.&amp;nbsp; "50% discount in fair for one stop, just one stop!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of our taxi's took us to a restaurant for lunch.&amp;nbsp; It was obviously one of these commission places as the prices were about 50% higher than other places (still cheap!) and during the meal at least 5-6 taxis pulled up with foreigners.&amp;nbsp; The food was good though.&amp;nbsp; Michelle tried red curry.&amp;nbsp; I am still not sure how she ate this as &lt;em&gt;I&lt;/em&gt; found it quite spicy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lFb5nIyFEqs/TxYKLwVBGiI/AAAAAAAADmE/Zkph5clEymk/s1600/5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lFb5nIyFEqs/TxYKLwVBGiI/AAAAAAAADmE/Zkph5clEymk/s320/5.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I stuck to my usual green curry...oh green curry how I love thee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pIfJNKleQMk/TxYKSKNq2DI/AAAAAAAADmM/9SPDxbTCC4c/s1600/6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pIfJNKleQMk/TxYKSKNq2DI/AAAAAAAADmM/9SPDxbTCC4c/s320/6.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Next day we went shopping!&amp;nbsp; Chatuchak market in Bangkok is one of the largest markets in the world open only on the weekends.&amp;nbsp; We were lucky to leave Bangkok saturday night as it meant we could shop to our hearts content during the day.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;It's a&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;35-acre space home to more than 8,000 market stalls.&amp;nbsp; We shopped for a good 4-5 hours and I am sure we only covered 10% of the stalls.&amp;nbsp; This place had pretty much everything from clothes to antiques, apparently to animals (we didn't walk around to see this).&amp;nbsp; Basically if you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt; can dream it up, Chatuchak probably has it.&amp;nbsp; If not (and this is highly unlikely!)&amp;nbsp;Khaosan road probably has it!&amp;nbsp; We were too busy shopping to take pics, so I nicked this overhead shot from the net...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xir7Qh1CEE8/TxYLYTTVxYI/AAAAAAAADmU/C92xYu2d-SU/s1600/chatuchak.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="304" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xir7Qh1CEE8/TxYLYTTVxYI/AAAAAAAADmU/C92xYu2d-SU/s320/chatuchak.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite the transportation frustrations, Bangkok was wonderful!&amp;nbsp; Full of energy, crowds and so much to see.&amp;nbsp; In just the two days I am sure we only saw a teeny tiny slice.&amp;nbsp; At some point I would love to go back to explore more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End off all this we hopped on one of many aircraft for&amp;nbsp;the 26 hour travel&amp;nbsp;to get back to cold wintry Ottawa.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Luckily all the flights were of pretty much on time.&amp;nbsp; There is nothing worse than anticipating a long trip and seeing the delayed sign flashing up!!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all it was a fantastic trip, full of experiences.&amp;nbsp; I was&amp;nbsp;very lucky to travel with one of my best friends!&amp;nbsp; I am happy to report that&amp;nbsp;the trip was pretty drama free and yes we are still talking!&amp;nbsp; Well more like emailing like crazy, but that's us back home.&amp;nbsp; Probably helped that we are both pretty laid back, took things as&amp;nbsp;it came (i.e the COLD in&amp;nbsp;Beijing!) and had very large margins of what freaked us&amp;nbsp;out!&amp;nbsp; At some point will have to throw a dart at a world map and see where to explore next!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4700876041891535011-8030235836618798548?l=in-my-moments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://in-my-moments.blogspot.com/feeds/8030235836618798548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4700876041891535011&amp;postID=8030235836618798548&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700876041891535011/posts/default/8030235836618798548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700876041891535011/posts/default/8030235836618798548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-my-moments.blogspot.com/2012/01/irritated-in-bangkok-and-back-home.html' title='Irritated in Bangkok and back home!'/><author><name>Yosha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17638536298999351055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TRZuq8R9dpI/AAAAAAAADH4/WD92ZmBaOZw/S220/rome1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6uCVbTV47fQ/TxYW9cwY6XI/AAAAAAAADmc/VWBvVardGYI/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4700876041891535011.post-1880953945278782421</id><published>2012-01-16T15:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-16T15:54:25.609-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Rayleigh - Paradise with a view...</title><content type='html'>Ever since we got to Thailand we were told we have to visit Rayleigh before we head home.&amp;nbsp; So from Koh Lanta we hopped there for 2 nights.&amp;nbsp; Rayleigh totally lived up to all the hype! It was what I expected Koh Phi Phi to be. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-crVYzkVdirs/TxSH8kA5nwI/AAAAAAAADks/8IpYf94BbXg/s1600/Ray1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-crVYzkVdirs/TxSH8kA5nwI/AAAAAAAADks/8IpYf94BbXg/s320/Ray1.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;The beaches were magnificent!&amp;nbsp; The sand was as smooth as flour.&amp;nbsp; The ocean was gorgeous&amp;nbsp;shades of blue and more fantastically no oil! &amp;nbsp;The beach filled&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;to the brim with people but still fully enjoyable.&amp;nbsp; One of my favourite parts (that I hope Michelle has pics of) was the long boats that operated as restaurants.&amp;nbsp; They cooked everything from pad thai, to fried rice to simple cut fruit.&amp;nbsp; My fav was grilled chicken that you eat of the boat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d9-7atdtGi4/TxSIBjbqWII/AAAAAAAADk0/fu7XUiwHfDQ/s1600/Ray.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d9-7atdtGi4/TxSIBjbqWII/AAAAAAAADk0/fu7XUiwHfDQ/s320/Ray.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best part of the island was this monkey forest you walked through to get to the beach.&amp;nbsp; There were tons of baby monkeys running around...super cute!&amp;nbsp; Seriously look at these faces and tell me evolution isn't a sound theory!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0vxx4rCR_GA/TxSIHnKJFvI/AAAAAAAADk8/Fu7wPkfosjY/s1600/monkey.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="311" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0vxx4rCR_GA/TxSIHnKJFvI/AAAAAAAADk8/Fu7wPkfosjY/s320/monkey.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;We ate seriously well there (not that we were deprived any where along the way!)&amp;nbsp; Our second night I went a bit coconut crazy...drank coconut and had fried riced stuffed in&amp;nbsp;a coconut!&amp;nbsp; Yum!﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9Mgxkuluq5E/TxSJCMbObLI/AAAAAAAADlU/ReyK_YenZPY/s1600/rice.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9Mgxkuluq5E/TxSJCMbObLI/AAAAAAAADlU/ReyK_YenZPY/s320/rice.jpg" width="311" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our plan to stay way from fried food got waylaid when we saw coconut shrimp!﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rsJbMzNa4v4/TxSJKeZxcaI/AAAAAAAADlc/i4KgIRCbIY8/s1600/shrimp.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rsJbMzNa4v4/TxSJKeZxcaI/AAAAAAAADlc/i4KgIRCbIY8/s320/shrimp.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4700876041891535011-1880953945278782421?l=in-my-moments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://in-my-moments.blogspot.com/feeds/1880953945278782421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4700876041891535011&amp;postID=1880953945278782421&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700876041891535011/posts/default/1880953945278782421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700876041891535011/posts/default/1880953945278782421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-my-moments.blogspot.com/2012/01/ever-since-we-got-to-thailand-we-were.html' title='Rayleigh - Paradise with a view...'/><author><name>Yosha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17638536298999351055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TRZuq8R9dpI/AAAAAAAADH4/WD92ZmBaOZw/S220/rome1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-crVYzkVdirs/TxSH8kA5nwI/AAAAAAAADks/8IpYf94BbXg/s72-c/Ray1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4700876041891535011.post-3674440423309814578</id><published>2012-01-09T20:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-09T20:15:04.212-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Elephant Trekking!</title><content type='html'>One thing I really wanted to do in Thailand was to ride an elephant.&amp;nbsp; Originally we intended to fly to Pai but between time and finances (mostly time!) we nixed that trip and decided to hop islands instead.&amp;nbsp; But luckily Koh Lanta seem to have a number of tours.&amp;nbsp; We wanted to find a place that treats the elephants well and didn't have baby elephant shows and such.&amp;nbsp; Our travel agent seemed to understand this and pointed us to an outfit,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hMGwnNLlWJc/TwuN_DYNwWI/AAAAAAAADjc/g4oV_BVuxM8/s1600/elephant.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" rea="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hMGwnNLlWJc/TwuN_DYNwWI/AAAAAAAADjc/g4oV_BVuxM8/s320/elephant.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Now I may have my rose coloured glasses on but this place seemed to treat their elephants well.&amp;nbsp; The trekking was through a shaded grove of trees, the guides allowed the elephants to stop to eat a bit and be playful with other elephants on the trek and for the most part let the elephant travel at his own pace.&amp;nbsp; I was happy that there was no hitting the big guy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-R4xR3lkUBeo/TwuOF7iv8eI/AAAAAAAADjk/uJLpEVkB9eA/s1600/playful.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" rea="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-R4xR3lkUBeo/TwuOF7iv8eI/AAAAAAAADjk/uJLpEVkB9eA/s320/playful.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;At one point we got to take turns to slip of the seat and ride&amp;nbsp;"Nookiay" (our elephant's name, at least I think!)&amp;nbsp;bareback.&amp;nbsp; It was really cool to feel his legs as he shifted from one leg to another.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wLYEEE4olvI/TwuOSHHli0I/AAAAAAAADjs/mwzF_tgWsnY/s1600/ride.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" rea="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wLYEEE4olvI/TwuOSHHli0I/AAAAAAAADjs/mwzF_tgWsnY/s320/ride.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;At the end we got to thank Nookiay and feed him pineapples!&amp;nbsp; Made all three of us happy!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xK-G8FdBL2U/TwuOYbynGgI/AAAAAAAADj0/DBJ4zL6NsV4/s1600/feed.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" rea="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xK-G8FdBL2U/TwuOYbynGgI/AAAAAAAADj0/DBJ4zL6NsV4/s320/feed.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Later Michelle read on a guide book that once Thailand banned the use of elephants for logging and such, there were a number of out of work&amp;nbsp;elephants and handlers begging for food/money in the streets of Bangkok.&amp;nbsp; Eventually someone got the bright idea to move the elephants to touristy areas for treks.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; So hopefully the elephants&amp;nbsp;are treated and fed well in their new career.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4700876041891535011-3674440423309814578?l=in-my-moments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://in-my-moments.blogspot.com/feeds/3674440423309814578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4700876041891535011&amp;postID=3674440423309814578&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700876041891535011/posts/default/3674440423309814578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700876041891535011/posts/default/3674440423309814578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-my-moments.blogspot.com/2012/01/elephant-trekking.html' title='Elephant Trekking!'/><author><name>Yosha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17638536298999351055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TRZuq8R9dpI/AAAAAAAADH4/WD92ZmBaOZw/S220/rome1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hMGwnNLlWJc/TwuN_DYNwWI/AAAAAAAADjc/g4oV_BVuxM8/s72-c/elephant.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4700876041891535011.post-1205551700509926664</id><published>2012-01-05T23:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-07T22:51:14.038-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Paradise in Kho Lanta...</title><content type='html'>An hour ferry ride from Phi Phi got us to the door step (or should I say the pier) of paradise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5kVqUAGBkZM/TwgdghJPlMI/AAAAAAAADic/EaysNb-2Tnc/s1600/ferry.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" rea="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5kVqUAGBkZM/TwgdghJPlMI/AAAAAAAADic/EaysNb-2Tnc/s320/ferry.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This time around we lucked out on our blind booking as this is the view from our little lodge...the view makes up (mostly) for the smell in our bathroom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zTD2rjoC6-0/Twgdv0p9oHI/AAAAAAAADi0/H6fR5rpXqpM/s1600/view.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" rea="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zTD2rjoC6-0/Twgdv0p9oHI/AAAAAAAADi0/H6fR5rpXqpM/s320/view.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Kho Lanta is super quiet compared to Kho Phi Phi.&amp;nbsp; The beaches are proper beaches (if a bit rocky) with space to lie around without a motor boat in sight.&amp;nbsp; The ocean stretches fore miles, sparkling shades of blue without the thin sheen of oil.&amp;nbsp; Though to be fair, the beach at Kho Phi Phi is really&amp;nbsp;a bay so&amp;nbsp;here more&amp;nbsp;ocean to absorb all the crap.&amp;nbsp; Our first night we picked a restaurant at random, ate with our feet immersed in smooth sand and sat around to watch a fire show....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jKWbedqm3ZM/TwgdmPKXymI/AAAAAAAADik/HwqQyaNUzW0/s1600/fs.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="271" rea="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jKWbedqm3ZM/TwgdmPKXymI/AAAAAAAADik/HwqQyaNUzW0/s320/fs.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;There were so few people, it almost seemed like a show just for us...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uDNOk554vkI/TwgdqWCYVHI/AAAAAAAADis/D6s6O7s0hyo/s1600/fs2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" rea="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uDNOk554vkI/TwgdqWCYVHI/AAAAAAAADis/D6s6O7s0hyo/s320/fs2.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;On our second day here we went snorkeling, about 45 min speed boat ride from Lanta.&amp;nbsp; I am proud to say I actually learnt to breathe with one of those snorkel thingies.&amp;nbsp; Felt very much like Darth Vader!&amp;nbsp; The fish were beautiful, I thought i saw nemo but it turned out to be the black and yellow clown fish...was that Dora?&amp;nbsp; The coral still creeps me out though.&amp;nbsp; Some were so huge it practically made it to the surface.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I scurried away from those as fast i could....﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uHY5WsuGsBs/Twgd7NBaDNI/AAAAAAAADi8/IvoUVw_k_dI/s1600/fish.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" rea="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uHY5WsuGsBs/Twgd7NBaDNI/AAAAAAAADi8/IvoUVw_k_dI/s320/fish.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Between snorkeling expeditions, lunch was at one of the&amp;nbsp;most gorgeous beaches I've ever been to!&amp;nbsp; This is&amp;nbsp;saying a lot considering i am from Sri Lanka!&amp;nbsp; The sand was like flour under our feet.&amp;nbsp; Even in the hottest sun it some how remained cool to the feet.&amp;nbsp; The colours of the water...all I can say is wow!&amp;nbsp; The pic below shows&amp;nbsp;teeny tiny stretch...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-m6PYT3dNimM/Twgd-1IUELI/AAAAAAAADjE/UZflresdjg8/s1600/beach.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" rea="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-m6PYT3dNimM/Twgd-1IUELI/AAAAAAAADjE/UZflresdjg8/s320/beach.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;These days life is as follows...roll out of bed, change into&amp;nbsp;the day uniform -&amp;nbsp;swim suit and sarong.&amp;nbsp; Walk on the beach, run for 2 minutes (exercise for the day!), put on a tank top for breakfast, lounge in the water, read, nap, have a fruit shake,&amp;nbsp;lou﻿nge in the water, have lunch, lounge some more until the fingers seem pruny and force myself out of water, then stroll in search for dinner.&amp;nbsp; I am debating offering my engineering&amp;nbsp;services to Thailand government and finding a hut...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oDVecXDI0Qk/TwgeESFmbEI/AAAAAAAADjM/FfZlR2KjGrw/s1600/me.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" rea="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oDVecXDI0Qk/TwgeESFmbEI/AAAAAAAADjM/FfZlR2KjGrw/s320/me.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Food is also out of the world.&amp;nbsp; First night we splurged a bit and tried snapper...it melted like butter in our mouths.&amp;nbsp; Halfway through we gave up on utensils and went at it with our fingers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hMiTIsdetxc/TwZzKBCS-5I/AAAAAAAADh0/X2SxCBRQ5XM/s1600/Kho+lanta+fish.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hMiTIsdetxc/TwZzKBCS-5I/AAAAAAAADh0/X2SxCBRQ5XM/s320/Kho+lanta+fish.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;We childishly giggled over our menu as you can get "no name" for a starter﻿...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EUIIC0wDU6E/TwZ0GIKNSAI/AAAAAAAADiI/ORW4YAGyhZw/s1600/no+name.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="155" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EUIIC0wDU6E/TwZ0GIKNSAI/AAAAAAAADiI/ORW4YAGyhZw/s320/no+name.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;followed by a&amp;nbsp;"pineapple smut" for a drink...I tried this the next day, do not recommend it...too sweet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jWLXtUJJ0_s/TwZ0LaQEadI/AAAAAAAADiU/CU46akefvUU/s1600/menu+1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="147" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jWLXtUJJ0_s/TwZ0LaQEadI/AAAAAAAADiU/CU46akefvUU/s320/menu+1.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Coffee is rich and dark, smells delicious but way too strong for me.&amp;nbsp; When you ask for milk comes in this cute little jug.&amp;nbsp; I need about four more of those so have stopped asking for coffee.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WUTGPkDf8Ec/TwZzOMlexVI/AAAAAAAADh8/icYXVm6L3HE/s1600/IMG_6697.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WUTGPkDf8Ec/TwZzOMlexVI/AAAAAAAADh8/icYXVm6L3HE/s320/IMG_6697.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;But hey if the only thing I have to complain about is the coffee, i think I am doing well and hardly likely to get any sympathy eh?!&amp;nbsp; :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Next post elephant trekking...let me just say OMG!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4700876041891535011-1205551700509926664?l=in-my-moments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://in-my-moments.blogspot.com/feeds/1205551700509926664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4700876041891535011&amp;postID=1205551700509926664&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700876041891535011/posts/default/1205551700509926664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700876041891535011/posts/default/1205551700509926664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-my-moments.blogspot.com/2012/01/paradise-in-kho-lanta.html' title='Paradise in Kho Lanta...'/><author><name>Yosha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17638536298999351055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TRZuq8R9dpI/AAAAAAAADH4/WD92ZmBaOZw/S220/rome1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5kVqUAGBkZM/TwgdghJPlMI/AAAAAAAADic/EaysNb-2Tnc/s72-c/ferry.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4700876041891535011.post-224852783170197660</id><published>2012-01-05T04:59:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-05T23:04:50.112-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sun (finally!) in Kho Phi Phi...</title><content type='html'>We got up ridiculously early on new years day (one of us never slept, it wasn't me, I had a hearty 3 hours of sleep!) to make our way to Phuket via Bangkok (holy Bangkok airport is huge!) We were in Phuket for just one night as we were making our way to Kho Phi Phi the next morning.&amp;nbsp; I was quite concerned that it poured the whole evening and into next morning.&amp;nbsp; But as Michelle says our trip karma held up and it was all blue skies on the way to Phi Phi...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wQeQIfG6oP0/TwZpNy1OqiI/AAAAAAAADhE/SIO1wu324CY/s1600/me.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wQeQIfG6oP0/TwZpNy1OqiI/AAAAAAAADhE/SIO1wu324CY/s320/me.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hellllloooo Phi Phi!!&amp;nbsp; Picture below you see basically all of the living space.&amp;nbsp; It's built up into the mountains, on top of each other and just plain crowded.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I wasn't expecting this.&amp;nbsp; It was cool in it's own&amp;nbsp;way once you get used to it.&amp;nbsp; Also it's all foot traffic and the ocassional bicycle.&amp;nbsp; No cars, no motorbikes, no horns!&amp;nbsp; Bliss!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jpxl0UN4C28/TwVz4l-uUSI/AAAAAAAADfA/EvmiLnd12vM/s1600/kho.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" rea="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jpxl0UN4C28/TwVz4l-uUSI/AAAAAAAADfA/EvmiLnd12vM/s400/kho.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We definitely did not lack sun shine or warmth!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3WKhyEIq67E/TwZn8kkDzNI/AAAAAAAADf8/ADaA92aru54/s1600/Sun.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3WKhyEIq67E/TwZn8kkDzNI/AAAAAAAADf8/ADaA92aru54/s320/Sun.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was our beach for two days...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qOItEXcRGno/TwZnpk-atII/AAAAAAAADfk/vmiQHib7m4E/s1600/sun+glasses.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qOItEXcRGno/TwZnpk-atII/AAAAAAAADfk/vmiQHib7m4E/s320/sun+glasses.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our last two nights we went a bit cheap on our accormodations and well it was a life experince.&amp;nbsp; More on&lt;a href="http://www.worldtourjournal.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt; Michelle's blog&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp; But meh, can't complain too much, we spend most of the day on the beach and one&amp;nbsp;afternoon took long boat tour&amp;nbsp;around the islands...the scenery was just magnificent!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gEOMXsr58CI/TwVyhGrd2-I/AAAAAAAADeg/uS75A2RG-3g/s1600/Mountains.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" rea="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gEOMXsr58CI/TwVyhGrd2-I/AAAAAAAADeg/uS75A2RG-3g/s320/Mountains.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Check out the colour of the water.&amp;nbsp; It was so clear you could easily see to the bottom of the ocean floor...﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zcQ_axt0oUU/TwZoEdYT4YI/AAAAAAAADgI/518rRJJ05Z8/s1600/water.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zcQ_axt0oUU/TwZoEdYT4YI/AAAAAAAADgI/518rRJJ05Z8/s320/water.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At one point we jumped out for some snorkeling, but really you could see the fishies from the boat (pic from the boat as my camera isn't water proof)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JQ6PXORN-Ck/TwZoMry6VoI/AAAAAAAADgU/ymhCExYo1g4/s1600/fish.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JQ6PXORN-Ck/TwZoMry6VoI/AAAAAAAADgU/ymhCExYo1g4/s320/fish.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We hung around for a gorgeous sunset and then back to land for food...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VFPP4xgMIuQ/TwZoTb8o_DI/AAAAAAAADgg/LjtmlTudjrA/s1600/sun+set.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VFPP4xgMIuQ/TwZoTb8o_DI/AAAAAAAADgg/LjtmlTudjrA/s320/sun+set.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When in Thailand what else are you going to eat but curry?!&amp;nbsp; The menus are full of western food though - BLTs, burgers, pasta...seriously?!!&amp;nbsp; Why would you come across the world to have this?&amp;nbsp; and at an inflated price?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-f0mc0xb-v9I/TwZtM0FzjcI/AAAAAAAADhQ/26s3J2OcAqg/s1600/curry.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="199" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-f0mc0xb-v9I/TwZtM0FzjcI/AAAAAAAADhQ/26s3J2OcAqg/s320/curry.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may have even had curry for breakfast!!!&amp;nbsp; With the essential fruit shake of course.&amp;nbsp; In this case banana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YVM1LH-uk5A/TwZoZb0jq2I/AAAAAAAADgs/-lwpXAJW0OM/s1600/breakfast.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YVM1LH-uk5A/TwZoZb0jq2I/AAAAAAAADgs/-lwpXAJW0OM/s320/breakfast.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I saw seafood salad on a menu and was obsessed till I tried it.&amp;nbsp; But sadly it was a bit disappointing.&amp;nbsp; All the elements were there just not dressed well.&amp;nbsp; Still it felt good to have some veggies that were not slathered in oil!﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4yFwbpZ7_NI/TwZtTQ8UrgI/AAAAAAAADhc/KH9VRKQ3lQE/s1600/salad.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="242" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4yFwbpZ7_NI/TwZtTQ8UrgI/AAAAAAAADhc/KH9VRKQ3lQE/s320/salad.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I love love love Kho Phi Phi for it's various bbq (or fried) meat on sticks.&amp;nbsp; We tried shrimp and&amp;nbsp;chicken﻿ but ran out of time for crab.&amp;nbsp; I KNOW!&amp;nbsp; We just didn't plan our time or stomachs properly.&amp;nbsp; Hopefully there are opportunities at the next island and if all fails in Bangkok.&amp;nbsp; Though Mish and I have made a pact to tried grasshopper and frogs in Bangkok.&amp;nbsp; Urrmmm...could someone call my doctor and make an apt for the day I arrive please?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hca3SFN0mVc/TwZoe_CRpcI/AAAAAAAADg4/VAbdqBYwiFc/s1600/shrimp+on+stick.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="153" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hca3SFN0mVc/TwZoe_CRpcI/AAAAAAAADg4/VAbdqBYwiFc/s320/shrimp+on+stick.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Kho Phi Phi was great to see in that the scenery was fantastic.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;BUT I was sorely disappointed in the beaches.&amp;nbsp; On one side of the island the boats come right up to the beach at any given point&amp;nbsp;and it's a pretty narrow beach to start with.&amp;nbsp; There was also some brown debris that I couldn't identify.&amp;nbsp; On the other side of the island big ferries and power boats pulled in.&amp;nbsp; There were designated swimming areas (sans the mystery debris) but up close the water had a thin layer of oil.&amp;nbsp; :(&amp;nbsp; I was quite disappointed at how commercial and polluted this area is becoming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suggest Kho Phi Phi for a day or two, just for the scenery, beach parties and general meham in the village but definitely not for lounging about the beach or swimming in the ocean.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After three days we packed up our crazy heavy bags and beat a path towards Kho Lanta...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4700876041891535011-224852783170197660?l=in-my-moments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://in-my-moments.blogspot.com/feeds/224852783170197660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4700876041891535011&amp;postID=224852783170197660&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700876041891535011/posts/default/224852783170197660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700876041891535011/posts/default/224852783170197660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-my-moments.blogspot.com/2012/01/sun-finally-in-kho-phi-phi.html' title='Sun (finally!) in Kho Phi Phi...'/><author><name>Yosha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17638536298999351055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TRZuq8R9dpI/AAAAAAAADH4/WD92ZmBaOZw/S220/rome1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wQeQIfG6oP0/TwZpNy1OqiI/AAAAAAAADhE/SIO1wu324CY/s72-c/me.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4700876041891535011.post-2230305602631515149</id><published>2012-01-02T08:50:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-03T05:03:29.984-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Living it up in Saigon...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Each morning in Saigon started with a mango strawberry shake from a fabulous french bakery.&amp;nbsp; Outside of France, Vietnam has the best freaking bread (and pastry!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Qew1zXPeJEg/TwG1FCyAKnI/AAAAAAAADdI/-WoNbi9ocAQ/s1600/IMG_6516.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Qew1zXPeJEg/TwG1FCyAKnI/AAAAAAAADdI/-WoNbi9ocAQ/s320/IMG_6516.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Our first night we got caught in the rain and slipped into a restaurant that had Hotpot that we've been wanting to try for a while.&amp;nbsp; Due to some questionable service we got pointers from the service across from us...yes put in all the veg now, keep the lid open etc etc.&amp;nbsp; Quite delicious and amazing to think it's hot broth with veg and seafood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iu24rP6_eL4/TwG1LjDi3dI/AAAAAAAADdQ/vuYMX0y7sJw/s1600/IMG_6513.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iu24rP6_eL4/TwG1LjDi3dI/AAAAAAAADdQ/vuYMX0y7sJw/s320/IMG_6513.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;New Years eve was sent at a bit of an high end restaurant...all right at this point considering we've been street fooding it up any sit down restaurant would seem high end, but the prices confirmed it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QY_CtsoM3-g/TwG1S2Mo1tI/AAAAAAAADdY/OT5ksa_g1KE/s1600/IMG_6548.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QY_CtsoM3-g/TwG1S2Mo1tI/AAAAAAAADdY/OT5ksa_g1KE/s320/IMG_6548.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;But meh you only ring in 2012 once right?&amp;nbsp; So we indulged.&amp;nbsp; Menu was very western (so foreign to us, especially to&amp;nbsp;our stomachs now!)&amp;nbsp; We had lamb wrapped in phyllo on a bed of something green and mashed.&amp;nbsp; We think beans...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ftw7KYkMHyA/TwG1X50ivlI/AAAAAAAADdg/68Xu-4r8DWI/s1600/IMG_6549.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ftw7KYkMHyA/TwG1X50ivlI/AAAAAAAADdg/68Xu-4r8DWI/s320/IMG_6549.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I had a burger...now doesn't this seem like the ultimate burger?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KHHdKIPQVBA/TwG1dIJnv3I/AAAAAAAADdo/SRu09z6qzCs/s1600/IMG_6554.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KHHdKIPQVBA/TwG1dIJnv3I/AAAAAAAADdo/SRu09z6qzCs/s320/IMG_6554.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;One of the many drinks was called traffic light...for obvious reasons.&amp;nbsp; No no not those reasons, the colours of the drink silly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zY08R0acE04/TwG1iVrosSI/AAAAAAAADdw/Yu2YhhHX6V8/s1600/IMG_6558.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zY08R0acE04/TwG1iVrosSI/AAAAAAAADdw/Yu2YhhHX6V8/s320/IMG_6558.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;On our last night in Vietnam, Michelle and I finally discovered Vietnamese Ice coffee aka Ca she sua da.&amp;nbsp;On our last night!!!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Where has this been all my life?!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;It's a concoction of espresso and&amp;nbsp;condensed milk.&amp;nbsp; Hmm...maybe it's a good thing we only had a fleeting affair with this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_d6XzQqVtK0/TwG1nSXlIAI/AAAAAAAADd4/r2GB6gRgLOA/s1600/IMG_6556.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_d6XzQqVtK0/TwG1nSXlIAI/AAAAAAAADd4/r2GB6gRgLOA/s320/IMG_6556.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4700876041891535011-2230305602631515149?l=in-my-moments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://in-my-moments.blogspot.com/feeds/2230305602631515149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4700876041891535011&amp;postID=2230305602631515149&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700876041891535011/posts/default/2230305602631515149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700876041891535011/posts/default/2230305602631515149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-my-moments.blogspot.com/2012/01/living-it-up-in-saigon.html' title='Living it up in Saigon...'/><author><name>Yosha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17638536298999351055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TRZuq8R9dpI/AAAAAAAADH4/WD92ZmBaOZw/S220/rome1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Qew1zXPeJEg/TwG1FCyAKnI/AAAAAAAADdI/-WoNbi9ocAQ/s72-c/IMG_6516.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4700876041891535011.post-2825521519971080609</id><published>2012-01-02T08:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-02T08:41:00.090-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year from Saigon...</title><content type='html'>Saigon (aka Ho Chi Minh City - HCMC) was crazy for all things New Years!&amp;nbsp; The streets are lighted up - at least on the posh side of town, lighted dragons run the side walks (after all it is the year of the dragon soon)&amp;nbsp;and&amp;nbsp;concert stage to rival NYC was set up.&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aILwUjm8UPY/TwGxYnoeeZI/AAAAAAAADcI/2TcaKl4SioU/s1600/IMG_6506.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aILwUjm8UPY/TwGxYnoeeZI/AAAAAAAADcI/2TcaKl4SioU/s320/IMG_6506.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;It seems all of Vietnam was sponsored by Heineken to celebrate the new year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4e4PZcVqM6E/TwGxd4MQiLI/AAAAAAAADcQ/UEiA0K1MqlQ/s1600/IMG_6510.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4e4PZcVqM6E/TwGxd4MQiLI/AAAAAAAADcQ/UEiA0K1MqlQ/s320/IMG_6510.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;We met one of Michelle's friends in Saigon to ring in the new year.&amp;nbsp; The crowds were insane!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Hiked about 45 mins, all dressed up, as traffic was pretty much at a stand still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-X90_PIUsbnA/TwGxjaVvlTI/AAAAAAAADcY/ZOeQTtAPF60/s1600/IMG_6511.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-X90_PIUsbnA/TwGxjaVvlTI/AAAAAAAADcY/ZOeQTtAPF60/s320/IMG_6511.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;It was worth it as the company was fantastic, as was the venue and food.&amp;nbsp; All in all an awesome&amp;nbsp;beginning to the new year!&amp;nbsp; (Look ma I bought new clothes and actually paid for a sleeveless blouse!&amp;nbsp; I may be growing up.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I know it's been a while, I am the brown one...)&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VVW2eQm-Q_4/TwGxnM6lXzI/AAAAAAAADcg/55YkYsluDrk/s1600/IMG_6546.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VVW2eQm-Q_4/TwGxnM6lXzI/AAAAAAAADcg/55YkYsluDrk/s320/IMG_6546.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;As Adidas demanded we released our inner dragon (well a bit...)&amp;nbsp; More &lt;a href="http://www.worldtourjournal.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-l0Vk4iw7JMY/TwGxv7Ffc0I/AAAAAAAADco/gkvDl9f7ZTc/s1600/IMG_6488.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-l0Vk4iw7JMY/TwGxv7Ffc0I/AAAAAAAADco/gkvDl9f7ZTc/s320/IMG_6488.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;We flew to Thailand on New Years day and celebrated the Canadian New Year with pad thai and overpriced chocolate...﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4700876041891535011-2825521519971080609?l=in-my-moments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://in-my-moments.blogspot.com/feeds/2825521519971080609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4700876041891535011&amp;postID=2825521519971080609&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700876041891535011/posts/default/2825521519971080609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700876041891535011/posts/default/2825521519971080609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-my-moments.blogspot.com/2012/01/happy-new-year-from-saigon.html' title='Happy New Year from Saigon...'/><author><name>Yosha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17638536298999351055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TRZuq8R9dpI/AAAAAAAADH4/WD92ZmBaOZw/S220/rome1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aILwUjm8UPY/TwGxYnoeeZI/AAAAAAAADcI/2TcaKl4SioU/s72-c/IMG_6506.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4700876041891535011.post-2730865378053465178</id><published>2011-12-29T00:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-02T08:21:12.073-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunny (kinda) in Nha Tran...</title><content type='html'>We made our way to Nha Trang via 13 hours sleeper bus ride from Hoi An.&amp;nbsp; This bus ride cured me of any&amp;nbsp;good feelings&amp;nbsp;about sleeper buses.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Though I think the problem was&amp;nbsp;more the operators.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;In this particular trip we didn't have assigned seating.&amp;nbsp; The operator was trying to push all the foreigners&amp;nbsp;to the back of the bus&amp;nbsp;where it is&amp;nbsp;cramped and bumpy.&amp;nbsp; This started a good&amp;nbsp;hour yelling session&amp;nbsp;between&amp;nbsp;the operator and a Vietnmese&amp;nbsp;local got on the bus and they magically had assigned sleepers.&amp;nbsp; Go figure!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nha Tran is a sea side town, at the moment mostly families.&amp;nbsp; But there are tons of constructions...lots of big hotels.&amp;nbsp; I am sure sooner than later it will be a huge resort town.&amp;nbsp; We only had one night in Nha Tran...some what on purpose, the water was too cold to frolick and while it was warm it wasn't particularly sunny! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QSSy5hPhSNI/TwGuRIpASpI/AAAAAAAADbo/5mcbnPGZYCs/s1600/IMG_6443.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QSSy5hPhSNI/TwGuRIpASpI/AAAAAAAADbo/5mcbnPGZYCs/s320/IMG_6443.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aZoLdDmOZ0Q/TwGub2TGRkI/AAAAAAAADbw/wTP5U3wTM0o/s1600/IMG_6426.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="179" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aZoLdDmOZ0Q/TwGub2TGRkI/AAAAAAAADbw/wTP5U3wTM0o/s320/IMG_6426.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;We tried clay pots for dinner at a restaurent that supports local orphanages.&amp;nbsp; ﻿Prices probably were a little higher than other places but it was worth it, both for the cause and the taste!&amp;nbsp; It was a bit sweeter than I expected but still really good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-G8Dvdei-tfY/TwGvKXzM0yI/AAAAAAAADb8/LCce52j7aW0/s1600/IMG_6417.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-G8Dvdei-tfY/TwGvKXzM0yI/AAAAAAAADb8/LCce52j7aW0/s320/IMG_6417.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;From here we finally smartened up and took the train to Saigon!&amp;nbsp; I can't properly articulate&amp;nbsp;the improvement.&amp;nbsp; I actually slept some, though by now my body seems to be used to the lack of sleep but still a full day around town!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4700876041891535011-2730865378053465178?l=in-my-moments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://in-my-moments.blogspot.com/feeds/2730865378053465178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4700876041891535011&amp;postID=2730865378053465178&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700876041891535011/posts/default/2730865378053465178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700876041891535011/posts/default/2730865378053465178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-my-moments.blogspot.com/2011/12/sunny-kinda-in-nha-tran.html' title='Sunny (kinda) in Nha Tran...'/><author><name>Yosha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17638536298999351055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TRZuq8R9dpI/AAAAAAAADH4/WD92ZmBaOZw/S220/rome1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QSSy5hPhSNI/TwGuRIpASpI/AAAAAAAADbo/5mcbnPGZYCs/s72-c/IMG_6443.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4700876041891535011.post-7532322852761271026</id><published>2011-12-28T04:20:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-29T00:46:14.623-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fashionistas in Hoi An...</title><content type='html'>Five hour bus ride got us to the picturesque city of Hoi An.&amp;nbsp; It&amp;nbsp;is a&amp;nbsp;LOT less hustle and bustle compared to Hanoi or Hue and a&amp;nbsp;shoppers&amp;nbsp;paradise.&amp;nbsp; The streets&amp;nbsp;are lined&amp;nbsp;with shops that&amp;nbsp;will custom make shoes, clothes (everything from suits to&amp;nbsp;work out clothes to jackets!), hats, and luggage.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Michelle and I indulged in some clothes and shoes.&amp;nbsp; One&amp;nbsp;regret&amp;nbsp;is that our bags&amp;nbsp;are so full&amp;nbsp;already and that&amp;nbsp;we&amp;nbsp;are&amp;nbsp;still in the middle&amp;nbsp;of our trip.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;If I make my&amp;nbsp;way to&amp;nbsp;side&amp;nbsp;of the&amp;nbsp;world again Hoi An&amp;nbsp;will be my last&amp;nbsp;port&amp;nbsp;of call&amp;nbsp;with at least one empty suitcase!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wYY5NVH_Bx8/Tvrbh-I-iYI/AAAAAAAADaE/1aaXD4aq1qg/s1600/3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="275" rea="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wYY5NVH_Bx8/Tvrbh-I-iYI/AAAAAAAADaE/1aaXD4aq1qg/s320/3.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We didn't just shop, we did the culural bit in that we went to My Son ruins, but I am sure Michelle will cover that better.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-K-pfFsLU3vs/Tvv7EG8_uiI/AAAAAAAADbE/1U-Vn2-T4ZQ/s1600/1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" rea="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-K-pfFsLU3vs/Tvv7EG8_uiI/AAAAAAAADbE/1U-Vn2-T4ZQ/s320/1.jpg" width="220" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It&amp;nbsp;was sad to see so much destroyed during the war...you can still see the craters and there were some unexploded B52 bombs on display.&amp;nbsp; They kept mentioning that the americans destroyed the temples, a holy site.&amp;nbsp; But why did they bomb it?&amp;nbsp; Well because it&amp;nbsp;was&amp;nbsp;used as a military base.&amp;nbsp; Well now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_M8RRfio-LM/Tvv7YmVmAOI/AAAAAAAADbQ/iX5xlxeScZ8/s1600/2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" rea="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_M8RRfio-LM/Tvv7YmVmAOI/AAAAAAAADbQ/iX5xlxeScZ8/s320/2.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;A cool part about the ruins is that&amp;nbsp;to this&amp;nbsp;day the construction techniques used by the Cham builders are&amp;nbsp;a mystery.&amp;nbsp;Yes they used brick but there is no mortar between the bricks.&amp;nbsp; So how is it kept together?&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; One hypothesis is that the builders found a way to "glue" bricks together using tree resin. Another&amp;nbsp;theory&amp;nbsp;is that the builders used a sticky mortar made from the same clay as the bricks themselves. Once the bricks were glued together wooden structures were erected and the whole thing set on fire.&amp;nbsp; Kind of a building size kiln.&amp;nbsp; Then everything was painted using sugar/honey/a resin(?) and re-fired.&amp;nbsp; Following the war some areas were rebuilt using current methods.&amp;nbsp; But these areas are already full of moss and falling apart while the Cham builders work is standing!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notice the figure on the building?&amp;nbsp; This is carvings of the priests of the time.&amp;nbsp; No one is sure how the carvings were done either.&amp;nbsp; Most of these carvings are missing heads, stolen by the french and now in some museum in france.&amp;nbsp; Using pics and such of the heads in the museum, they are rebuilding the heads in some carvings (like above)&amp;nbsp;but you can definitely tell the difference!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh we were in Hoi An for Christmas.&amp;nbsp; There was a huge church that did a pretty elaborate play.&amp;nbsp; Joy to the world is Vietnamese is...well...interesting! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EoIIHikgmfE/Tvv949Q_1BI/AAAAAAAADbc/Ouh8Pu2BhnU/s1600/mishandi.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" rea="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EoIIHikgmfE/Tvv949Q_1BI/AAAAAAAADbc/Ouh8Pu2BhnU/s320/mishandi.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Food wise..first night in Hoi An we did the usual street food...in this case Cau Lau, a Hoi An specialty.&amp;nbsp; Similar to Pho in that it's noodles and broth but in this case sliced pork and herbs on top and the broth í quite different.&amp;nbsp; As they say "same same but different"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uRigs2GPP7w/TvrbnFT3EdI/AAAAAAAADaQ/5AuIPJk10IA/s1600/1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="260" rea="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uRigs2GPP7w/TvrbnFT3EdI/AAAAAAAADaQ/5AuIPJk10IA/s320/1.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;This followed by fried banana.&amp;nbsp; Don't worry I have mended my ways on fried food.&amp;nbsp; Apparently there is a limit and you reach that fast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-d8m6cFpSmqQ/Tvrbo4s8IfI/AAAAAAAADaY/xvHVFKg3ANA/s1600/2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" rea="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-d8m6cFpSmqQ/Tvrbo4s8IfI/AAAAAAAADaY/xvHVFKg3ANA/s320/2.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;All right fine I will admit it, I caught a damn cold!&amp;nbsp; Next couple of days we stuck to restaurant food just to give the body a break.&amp;nbsp; Banana shake followed by eggs.&amp;nbsp; Michelle tried Eggs Benedict.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lJJTanUvDXg/TvrbrJ5MClI/AAAAAAAADag/tsbrHsm_umg/s1600/4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" rea="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lJJTanUvDXg/TvrbrJ5MClI/AAAAAAAADag/tsbrHsm_umg/s320/4.jpg" width="270" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Our last lunch in Hoi An&amp;nbsp;we&amp;nbsp;tried&amp;nbsp;eel.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Well Michelle tried&amp;nbsp;eel&amp;nbsp;I had&amp;nbsp;óoast.&amp;nbsp; This&amp;nbsp;ứa&amp;nbsp;eel in&amp;nbsp;lemon grass and chili.&amp;nbsp; I&amp;nbsp;expxpected&amp;nbsp;eel to have more like a squid&amp;nbsp;texture but it&amp;nbsp;ứa more&amp;nbsp;like&amp;nbsp;fish&amp;nbsp;with a spine...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uTRBmLzOH0Q/TvrbtEYSDaI/AAAAAAAADao/FkSDe7S4Q00/s1600/5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" rea="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uTRBmLzOH0Q/TvrbtEYSDaI/AAAAAAAADao/FkSDe7S4Q00/s320/5.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Last bit of indulgence chocolate cream cake...more chocolate cream than cake but all delicious!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-c6jfxvmEDsg/TvrbvXsKutI/AAAAAAAADaw/Zn-yswpQqdk/s1600/6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="278" rea="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-c6jfxvmEDsg/TvrbvXsKutI/AAAAAAAADaw/Zn-yswpQqdk/s320/6.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4700876041891535011-7532322852761271026?l=in-my-moments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://in-my-moments.blogspot.com/feeds/7532322852761271026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4700876041891535011&amp;postID=7532322852761271026&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700876041891535011/posts/default/7532322852761271026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700876041891535011/posts/default/7532322852761271026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-my-moments.blogspot.com/2011/12/fashionistas-in-hoi.html' title='Fashionistas in Hoi An...'/><author><name>Yosha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17638536298999351055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TRZuq8R9dpI/AAAAAAAADH4/WD92ZmBaOZw/S220/rome1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wYY5NVH_Bx8/Tvrbh-I-iYI/AAAAAAAADaE/1aaXD4aq1qg/s72-c/3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4700876041891535011.post-4824299323748613711</id><published>2011-12-28T03:44:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-28T04:21:15.033-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cooking in Hue...</title><content type='html'>Our last morning in Hue we signed up for a cooking class, as it turned out perfect activity for a day pouring down rain!&amp;nbsp; The class included a tour through the local market to gather ingredients.&amp;nbsp; As it turned out we signed up on a saturday, market day for everyone.&amp;nbsp; The place&amp;nbsp;ứa packed with stalls.&amp;nbsp; Reminded me of the weekend markets in Sri Lanka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZV14MzAgHSk/TvrSxf-heDI/AAAAAAAADYA/MNjJTO4U6Fg/s1600/1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="194" rea="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZV14MzAgHSk/TvrSxf-heDI/AAAAAAAADYA/MNjJTO4U6Fg/s320/1.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fresh fruit and vegetable ứa gorgeous!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" rea="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TuokZGp41AU/TvrS1SlzIXI/AAAAAAAADYM/6e-LK1ZVwGA/s320/4.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I don't think the pictures capture the bright fresh colours...﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5TWIMdmawaw/TvrS5UOI-RI/AAAAAAAADYY/reUTjDhZYow/s1600/5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="282" rea="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5TWIMdmawaw/TvrS5UOI-RI/AAAAAAAADYY/reUTjDhZYow/s320/5.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;They also had fresh duck and chicken...﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-r0sfk183CwA/TvrS8Wx1XMI/AAAAAAAADYk/y6Zb9rG_OtM/s1600/2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="274" rea="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-r0sfk183CwA/TvrS8Wx1XMI/AAAAAAAADYk/y6Zb9rG_OtM/s320/2.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Fresh fish...and I mean fresh.&amp;nbsp; In some cases the fish ứa still wriggling in the pan.&amp;nbsp; ;(﻿&amp;nbsp; Thể was also a fresh meat section.&amp;nbsp; The ladies shop the meat bare hand then take money and make change with the same hand.&amp;nbsp; It's true that the money is germ central!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UACsv1yTvZw/TvrTCTI7y6I/AAAAAAAADYw/MABEC-isXx4/s1600/3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" rea="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UACsv1yTvZw/TvrTCTI7y6I/AAAAAAAADYw/MABEC-isXx4/s320/3.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Then it ứa back to the restaurent to start cooking!&amp;nbsp; Check out our hats, don't we look professonal?!&amp;nbsp; Notice the 3/4 full bottle of oil in front of us?&amp;nbsp; It started out full and I joked that by the end of the lesson it will be empty...urm...reality wasn't funny!&amp;nbsp; Everything required dousing in oil but á the chef said "it's okay" bécause we drain it at the end.&amp;nbsp; Colour me skeptical.&amp;nbsp; And I miss paper towels, or paper of any kind...﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iKXFP2kA4Ds/TvrTG9bDfWI/AAAAAAAADY8/fvTCxS7kHFA/s1600/6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" rea="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iKXFP2kA4Ds/TvrTG9bDfWI/AAAAAAAADY8/fvTCxS7kHFA/s320/6.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Anyway we made Hue stuffed pancake with peanut sauce to be eaten chopped up in salad.&amp;nbsp; I finally know the secret of peanut sauce, it must be cooked!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qlsqs1ukR6k/TvrTLUmPS4I/AAAAAAAADZI/13iiMcc5NSY/s1600/7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="154" rea="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qlsqs1ukR6k/TvrTLUmPS4I/AAAAAAAADZI/13iiMcc5NSY/s320/7.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Hue style fresh spring rolls with chili sauce...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-16SwA3xUJd8/TvrTNcv4QPI/AAAAAAAADZQ/EvtlkbmrJn4/s1600/8.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="273" rea="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-16SwA3xUJd8/TvrTNcv4QPI/AAAAAAAADZQ/EvtlkbmrJn4/s320/8.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Deep fried spring rolls...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6d8ed2EdOpE/TvrT1ALUohI/AAAAAAAADZ4/jqAzlYwQUS8/s1600/9.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="311" rea="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6d8ed2EdOpE/TvrT1ALUohI/AAAAAAAADZ4/jqAzlYwQUS8/s320/9.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;And the reason for me signing up, Hue Beef Noodle soup or﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Bre034pzhXk/TvrTS9mvloI/AAAAAAAADZk/19SoSC69-mw/s1600/10.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" rea="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Bre034pzhXk/TvrTS9mvloI/AAAAAAAADZk/19SoSC69-mw/s320/10.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;mỏre corectly&amp;nbsp;Bun Bo Hue...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ds2KColIqRM/TvrTWKOyiSI/AAAAAAAADZs/ZjqDOBUaqkE/s1600/11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="203" rea="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ds2KColIqRM/TvrTWKOyiSI/AAAAAAAADZs/ZjqDOBUaqkE/s320/11.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Vietnamese dinner when I get home!&amp;nbsp; Well with some tweaking...﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4700876041891535011-4824299323748613711?l=in-my-moments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://in-my-moments.blogspot.com/feeds/4824299323748613711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4700876041891535011&amp;postID=4824299323748613711&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700876041891535011/posts/default/4824299323748613711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700876041891535011/posts/default/4824299323748613711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-my-moments.blogspot.com/2011/12/cooking-in-hue.html' title='Cooking in Hue...'/><author><name>Yosha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17638536298999351055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TRZuq8R9dpI/AAAAAAAADH4/WD92ZmBaOZw/S220/rome1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZV14MzAgHSk/TvrSxf-heDI/AAAAAAAADYA/MNjJTO4U6Fg/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4700876041891535011.post-4403826312150863226</id><published>2011-12-25T04:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-25T04:56:07.087-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Soggy in Hue...</title><content type='html'>Fourteen hour bus ride from Hanoi got us to Hue (pronounced "Huey").&amp;nbsp; I won't go as far as to say the bus ride was great but it was manageable.&amp;nbsp; The bus has a bunch of pod like long sleeper chairs and one is yours for the duration.&amp;nbsp; Being a "bit" taller than the average asian, it was a bit of an awkward fit, but the ipod made sleeping possible!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hue seemed a lot slower than Hanoi.&amp;nbsp; You can actually cross the street like a normal jay walker instead of doing a traffic ballet.&amp;nbsp; First afternoon we walked around to discover the city a bit and look for lunch.&amp;nbsp; The minute we saw the lady below Michelle and I made a bee line for one of her mini chairs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WzaoSF1zZXY/TvbslFeTHRI/AAAAAAAADVM/vw-DjFhOVt4/s1600/st+food+lady.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" rea="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WzaoSF1zZXY/TvbslFeTHRI/AAAAAAAADVM/vw-DjFhOVt4/s320/st+food+lady.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We just said we'd each like one and sat down for what ever she dished out.&amp;nbsp; There was an omelette of some sort, mystery fried and sauced meat (we think fish) some delicious noodles and mystery veg on a bed of rice!&amp;nbsp; We are becoming quite the queens of street food as this was delicious and yes you guessed it, cost us a dollar!&amp;nbsp; I am never going to be able to go out for lunch back home...$10 for a salad?!&amp;nbsp; What?!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zhS3Y5Utsog/TvbssNa6xiI/AAAAAAAADVY/QCFgDYTuXhc/s1600/st+food.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="289" rea="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zhS3Y5Utsog/TvbssNa6xiI/AAAAAAAADVY/QCFgDYTuXhc/s320/st+food.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;As it turned out the first day of dry weather was a complete fluke.&amp;nbsp; The rest of the time in Hue it drizzled broken with periods of pouring rain!&amp;nbsp; During such a down pour, we went in search of a Japanese restaurant (Michelle wanted to eat Sushi in Asia) only to find the place closed.&amp;nbsp; So we found our selves at a restaurant/street food place.&amp;nbsp; We pointed at some prawns, squid and veg.&amp;nbsp; I quite liked the prawns, but the squid was a bit too "pure."&amp;nbsp; I was stuffed with something, no idea what but definitely needed to be a bit more "sauced" to get rid of the "fishiness."&amp;nbsp; I guess it was to be expected that we would hit a snag in our quest for street food adventures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YGiUxasMask/TvbszLMlfHI/AAAAAAAADVk/-TE6h1gf7xk/s1600/failure.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" rea="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YGiUxasMask/TvbszLMlfHI/AAAAAAAADVk/-TE6h1gf7xk/s320/failure.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;At this point my umbrella was soaked through&amp;nbsp;as was&amp;nbsp;Michelle's jacket&amp;nbsp;and we were just trying to get back to our hotel.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Along the way we found a french boulangerie﻿ and everything was magically okay when we tasted the little bit of heaven below!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SGZ2FaT1I1M/Tvbs4aaOlbI/AAAAAAAADVw/Je-rxO15sfM/s1600/dessert.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="291" rea="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SGZ2FaT1I1M/Tvbs4aaOlbI/AAAAAAAADVw/Je-rxO15sfM/s320/dessert.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;We felt even better when we realized that the boulangerie helps kids from a Vietnamese orphanage train as chefs/pastry chefs and places them in high end hotels.&amp;nbsp; All the food at the boulagerie was made by these chefs-in-training!﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;All in all I liked Hue, I liked the slower pace, I liked the market.&amp;nbsp; I just wish the weather was a bit drier for us.&amp;nbsp; As we left everything including our hotel room just felt damp!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4700876041891535011-4403826312150863226?l=in-my-moments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://in-my-moments.blogspot.com/feeds/4403826312150863226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4700876041891535011&amp;postID=4403826312150863226&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700876041891535011/posts/default/4403826312150863226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700876041891535011/posts/default/4403826312150863226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-my-moments.blogspot.com/2011/12/soggy-in-hue.html' title='Soggy in Hue...'/><author><name>Yosha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17638536298999351055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TRZuq8R9dpI/AAAAAAAADH4/WD92ZmBaOZw/S220/rome1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WzaoSF1zZXY/TvbslFeTHRI/AAAAAAAADVM/vw-DjFhOVt4/s72-c/st+food+lady.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4700876041891535011.post-1140157723639941653</id><published>2011-12-21T23:01:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-22T02:35:22.560-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost in Hanoi...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I'd like to think I am good at following maps, but sheesh Hanoi kicked my bum!&amp;nbsp; The hostel map showed fairly grid like European designed city, but the streets are nothing like that...there are crazy 4-5 street intersections and just plain old streets that are no where on a map!&amp;nbsp; But about the 2nd day we learnt to recognize enough to make our way back to the hostel.&amp;nbsp; We spent a day in Hanoi, did a day trip to Halong bay (gorgeous!) and one more full day visiting Hanoi cultural sights - Ho Chi Minh mausoleum, his house, palace etc.&amp;nbsp; Check out &lt;a href="http://worldtourjournal.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Michelle's blog&lt;/a&gt; for details.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Ho Chi Minh's mausoleum was a bit sad for me as he wished to be cremated and vetoed a mausoleum rather wanting the money to go towards schools.&amp;nbsp; But upon his death the incoming party changed his will, embalmed the man and built a mausoleum anyway.&amp;nbsp; It's done up very elegantly, the body is well preserved, there are tons of guards in white but this is all against what he wanted.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Anyway to change gears to food (and people) we met Neil on the Halong bay tour.&amp;nbsp; On his recommendation we searched for street food bbq.&amp;nbsp; I am guessing this was a restaurant as well, all the guys were wearing yellow t-shirts with 47 on it, but all the people were sitting in mini stools on the side walk.&amp;nbsp; At one point I was sitting on the street pretty much in the gutter!&amp;nbsp; Kind of like Korean bbq they give you a hot grill with a heat source.&amp;nbsp; Then you drizzle a generous amount of oil and throw beef and veg. (pic below) and season with a lemon and spice mixture.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ldwN3VfnMOY/TvKrlMleLMI/AAAAAAAADUc/9jVMnUBrNPg/s1600/bbq+neil.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ldwN3VfnMOY/TvKrlMleLMI/AAAAAAAADUc/9jVMnUBrNPg/s320/bbq+neil.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;It was delicious!!&amp;nbsp; An experienced we would have missed had we not met Neil!&amp;nbsp; So thanks Neil, for the brilliant company and for being such an adventurous foodie!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QlK76w5nyg8/TvKqO1lqgKI/AAAAAAAADSw/6aFL5Cgz3nE/s1600/bbq.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="210" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QlK76w5nyg8/TvKqO1lqgKI/AAAAAAAADSw/6aFL5Cgz3nE/s320/bbq.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Following the meal we stopped at a bar where again you sit on the streets on mini stools.&amp;nbsp; Can you spot the foreigners?!&amp;nbsp; I keep saying this reminds me of the after work bars over spilling with people in London...well sans the suits and wine of course. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sNqcgIbjjMQ/TvLWRQOcd3I/AAAAAAAADUo/pq3_JdcldRU/s1600/st+bar.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sNqcgIbjjMQ/TvLWRQOcd3I/AAAAAAAADUo/pq3_JdcldRU/s320/st+bar.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Next morning we decided to be like the locals, walked down the alley from our hostel for beef noodle pho.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rxuqMa12GiQ/TvKqZgd3q2I/AAAAAAAADTI/ON6NYty2zbo/s1600/breakfast+st.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rxuqMa12GiQ/TvKqZgd3q2I/AAAAAAAADTI/ON6NYty2zbo/s320/breakfast+st.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;All this for one dollar!&amp;nbsp; The pho was so much better than the restaurant we ate at during our first day in Hanoi! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ebwSdBbgOP0/TvKqec_xDnI/AAAAAAAADTU/5Dt0vRY5m_k/s1600/st+food.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="277" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ebwSdBbgOP0/TvKqec_xDnI/AAAAAAAADTU/5Dt0vRY5m_k/s320/st+food.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;This is a bit of a weird story but follow me...after all the cultural sights, we followed Neil's guide book to a restaurant that only serves one dish and has been for years, maybe centuries (I said maybe!) &lt;span class="st"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IqDhhZed3w8/TvKqjiUzzAI/AAAAAAAADTg/TYeOrZAUSUI/s1600/lunch+res.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IqDhhZed3w8/TvKqjiUzzAI/AAAAAAAADTg/TYeOrZAUSUI/s320/lunch+res.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;We asked for the menu, this is what we got....&lt;span class="st"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="201" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EPxQJcgKksU/TvKqn09HaRI/AAAAAAAADTs/2aeqYYzJTZY/s320/menu.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="st"&gt;The dish is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="st"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;monkfish marinated&lt;/i&gt; in galangal &amp;amp; saffron, stir-fried right at your table with a bowl of rice noodles, peanuts, sauce and some herbs.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4zokWUSjfYo/TvLYiS69ssI/AAAAAAAADU0/nF4fldVHdJQ/s1600/grilled+fish.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;a&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4zokWUSjfYo/TvLYiS69ssI/AAAAAAAADU0/nF4fldVHdJQ/s320/grilled+fish.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qnXEZeX1w0k/TvKrMUFMyoI/AAAAAAAADUE/SYXyNEBfBh4/s1600/lunch.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qnXEZeX1w0k/TvKrMUFMyoI/AAAAAAAADUE/SYXyNEBfBh4/s320/lunch.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Was it good?&amp;nbsp; That's a big yes!&amp;nbsp; The sauce (cooked oil really!) tasted like a better version of butter (if there is such a thing!)&amp;nbsp; The fish was moist, and the vegetable perfect though I am not sure what everything was.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lr8gTSssMWI/TvLZV_wUb5I/AAAAAAAADVA/Zo6CyAPnqfo/s1600/lunch+done.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lr8gTSssMWI/TvLZV_wUb5I/AAAAAAAADVA/Zo6CyAPnqfo/s320/lunch+done.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;But here's the weird part...following the meal we got the bill and we were very slow (some might even say dumb) in trying to figure out to split the bill 3 ways.&amp;nbsp; Not quite true, we figured out how much each had to pay but making the proper change was an issue.&amp;nbsp; At one point we told the owner what each of us owed and asked to pay individually.&amp;nbsp; She shook her head at us and a few minutes later dropped some money at our table.&amp;nbsp; No idea why.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Eventually we left a pile of money BUT the owner refused our payment!&amp;nbsp; She gave us back our money plus the money she gave us!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I am still confused as to what happened.&amp;nbsp; It was beyond a free meal....she gave us money to eat at her place, or maybe gave us money to leave the restaurant. 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border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;So I think we all knew I was going to be a bit of a slacker at this blog thing!&amp;nbsp; But Michelle is great at updates found &lt;a href="http://worldtourjournal.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.﻿&amp;nbsp; But now that I actually have my act together here's a slice of Beijing food&amp;nbsp;culture...well at least the bit we experienced.&amp;nbsp; We were pretty tame I think.&amp;nbsp; Stayed away from the donkey, dog (apparently a bit chewier than beef) and cat!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Our first night we went in search of Peking duck...I mean when in Beijing what else are we going to start with!&amp;nbsp; We found a&amp;nbsp;restaurant near&amp;nbsp;our hostel, not the fast foodish contemporary restaurant recommended by Lonely planet.&amp;nbsp; The restaurant was packed with local&amp;nbsp;people, we were the only foreigners, not that it made&amp;nbsp;any waves.&amp;nbsp;So I think we got a pretty authentic experience.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Below is "chicken" with sprouts and peppers wrapped in pancake.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xr4EMbziLsU/TvE5sac_53I/AAAAAAAADRg/HMBgkWFb_pY/s1600/peking+duck.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="256" oda="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xr4EMbziLsU/TvE5sac_53I/AAAAAAAADRg/HMBgkWFb_pY/s320/peking+duck.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;This followed by Peking duck again wrapped in pancake.&amp;nbsp; In an attempt to be some what healthy we ordered bok choy in garlic that came drenched in oil.&amp;nbsp; ﻿Don't get me wrong it was delicious but healthy well that's another story!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xzek33tHomg/TvE8OQwTIHI/AAAAAAAADSY/RPBB97WuXz0/s1600/pkduck.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="149" oda="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xzek33tHomg/TvE8OQwTIHI/AAAAAAAADSY/RPBB97WuXz0/s320/pkduck.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;﻿Overall our first meal was fantastic!&amp;nbsp; The duck was&amp;nbsp;crispy on the outside, moist on the inside.&amp;nbsp; The whole thing felt pretty rich, so definitely a once in a while celebration meal.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Next&amp;nbsp;day we were lured in with free tea into a tea store where the lady performed a mini ceremony.&amp;nbsp; It seemed like she washed the leaves with the first batch of hot water and then offered us the second, third, fourth version until we finally turned our cup upside down!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wYA__KORnoY/TvE5684ahsI/AAAAAAAADRw/3eTzpdmREeQ/s1600/Tea+cere.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" oda="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wYA__KORnoY/TvE5684ahsI/AAAAAAAADRw/3eTzpdmREeQ/s320/Tea+cere.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Second night we went to a little whole in the wall place.&amp;nbsp; I judged the tastes and authenticity by the crowds in the restaurant and this place was pretty full!&amp;nbsp; Top going clockwise&amp;nbsp;is chicken with veg﻿ and peanuts, sweet peas in garlic (and oil!!!) and fried&amp;nbsp;chili crispy shrimp.&amp;nbsp; The shrimp came with the heads on which I just munched through.&amp;nbsp; Somehow the fried chili peppers didn't&amp;nbsp; seem as hot as their fried version.&amp;nbsp; Again delicious!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CjfyIy57V8E/TvE6IYf6SQI/AAAAAAAADSA/-BcUuo7NTLg/s1600/meal+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="196" oda="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CjfyIy57V8E/TvE6IYf6SQI/AAAAAAAADSA/-BcUuo7NTLg/s320/meal+2.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;For our last lunch we went back to the first Roast duck restaurant.&amp;nbsp; This is mashed potatoes with blueberry sauce (i.e blueberry pie filling!)&amp;nbsp; I know what you are thinking but seriously you must try this!&amp;nbsp; It is delicious!&amp;nbsp; I am pretty sure the potatoes were powdered, so I can only imagine how good real potatoes will be.&amp;nbsp; Family and friends back in Ottawa, you won't have to&amp;nbsp;wonder, I will be recreating this for you once I am home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FP1qoIV808I/TvE6BETPPNI/AAAAAAAADR4/877jtzPXRYc/s1600/mashed+potatoe.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" oda="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FP1qoIV808I/TvE6BETPPNI/AAAAAAAADR4/877jtzPXRYc/s320/mashed+potatoe.jpg" width="296" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;﻿Lucy, we tried the preserved eggs just for you.&amp;nbsp; OMG so good.&amp;nbsp; I will have to wiki at some point to figure out how the egg white turns into this translucent gel like thing, but all I can say is sooo good!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eYAN3Yi-bF0/TvE6dh1UUCI/AAAAAAAADSI/gfnH-x0g0VA/s1600/anciant+egg.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="254" oda="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eYAN3Yi-bF0/TvE6dh1UUCI/AAAAAAAADSI/gfnH-x0g0VA/s320/anciant+egg.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Last not least we tried scallops with veg.&amp;nbsp; As usual it was good but the scallops were not really what we are used to.&amp;nbsp; To begin with it was pretty small and surrounded by a tail?!&amp;nbsp; Meh whatever, it was good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1TwbYv2BfQ0/TvE6kJ0RQ_I/AAAAAAAADSQ/UJANtkQBar8/s1600/scallops.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" oda="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1TwbYv2BfQ0/TvE6kJ0RQ_I/AAAAAAAADSQ/UJANtkQBar8/s320/scallops.jpg" width="289" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;﻿All in all no complaints about Beijing on the food front.&amp;nbsp; We just wish we had more time to sample through more of the exotic like black chicken with turtle in a nutritious broth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Next food in Hanoi...for that let me just say at one point I was sitting in a mini kid stool, on the street, near the gutter and having the best bbq!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4700876041891535011-6144811272343266886?l=in-my-moments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://in-my-moments.blogspot.com/feeds/6144811272343266886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4700876041891535011&amp;postID=6144811272343266886&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700876041891535011/posts/default/6144811272343266886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700876041891535011/posts/default/6144811272343266886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-my-moments.blogspot.com/2011/12/eating-through-beijing.html' title='Eating through Beijing...'/><author><name>Yosha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17638536298999351055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TRZuq8R9dpI/AAAAAAAADH4/WD92ZmBaOZw/S220/rome1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xr4EMbziLsU/TvE5sac_53I/AAAAAAAADRg/HMBgkWFb_pY/s72-c/peking+duck.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4700876041891535011.post-2996617551957144128</id><published>2011-12-20T20:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-20T20:41:04.091-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Airplane Food...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I know people moan about airplane food, but I don't understand it!&amp;nbsp; I love airplane food, maybe not so much the cold sandwich and chips from Air Canada for $15 but the international food is awesome!&amp;nbsp; This was our&amp;nbsp;dinner from JAL from Chicago to Narita...Chicken and Noodles, with cold noodles wih sauce, ceasar salad (aka crouton salad!), plum wine (YUM!) and haggandas ice cream.&amp;nbsp; JAL was huge on ice cream!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lCM3XUkoHZQ/TvE3x9W3x5I/AAAAAAAADRI/qFcOf92tHVc/s1600/airplane.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="249" oda="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lCM3XUkoHZQ/TvE3x9W3x5I/AAAAAAAADRI/qFcOf92tHVc/s320/airplane.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Following meal service they set up snack stations in the back of the plane...all you can eat rice crackers of various forms, cookies and even a chocolate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eastern airlines seem to serve food no matter how short the flight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4700876041891535011-2996617551957144128?l=in-my-moments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://in-my-moments.blogspot.com/feeds/2996617551957144128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4700876041891535011&amp;postID=2996617551957144128&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700876041891535011/posts/default/2996617551957144128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700876041891535011/posts/default/2996617551957144128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-my-moments.blogspot.com/2011/12/airplane-food.html' title='Airplane Food...'/><author><name>Yosha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17638536298999351055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TRZuq8R9dpI/AAAAAAAADH4/WD92ZmBaOZw/S220/rome1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lCM3XUkoHZQ/TvE3x9W3x5I/AAAAAAAADRI/qFcOf92tHVc/s72-c/airplane.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4700876041891535011.post-6709670268483873738</id><published>2011-12-06T11:09:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-06T11:29:11.641-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Spiced Pumpkin Cakes with Ginger Walnut Streusel and Rum Caramel Glaze...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Now that I am home (and have been for 2+ years already eek!) I am some what the designated baker for the brothers work events/charities. &amp;nbsp;I am not complaining (yet) since this gives me a chance to try stuff and not have it lying around the house. &amp;nbsp;One of my brothers bake sales I am made these Spiced Pumpkin Cakes with Ginger Walnut Streusel. &amp;nbsp;Except I screwed up the streusel a bit not that it affected the taste! &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lkM7jO6ekhY/Tt4-MSw5O5I/AAAAAAAADQ4/abJECsifrtw/s1600/2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="221" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lkM7jO6ekhY/Tt4-MSw5O5I/AAAAAAAADQ4/abJECsifrtw/s320/2.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;The recipe is from this fantastic food blog, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.apricosa.com/2011/11/gewurzter-kurbiskuchen-spiced-pumpkin.html" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Apricosa&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &amp;nbsp;IF nothing else check out the brilliant pictures for this cake, thousand times better than my dark version! &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hXeQmlkwbEA/Tt4-G7az7TI/AAAAAAAADQw/XdgA0Ka4L8A/s1600/3.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hXeQmlkwbEA/Tt4-G7az7TI/AAAAAAAADQw/XdgA0Ka4L8A/s320/3.JPG" width="298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I used all pumpkin since I forgot to get sweet potatoes. &amp;nbsp;Even though my grocery store is open 24 hours I refused to run out to get sweet potatoes at&amp;nbsp;midnight!!! I used evaporated milk instead of&amp;nbsp;condensed&amp;nbsp;milk (didn't want them too sweet) and as usual I cut the sugar in the recipe. I also added an extra layer to these cakes since I've been all about rum lately. &amp;nbsp;I made a quick rum caramel syrup to glaze over everything. &amp;nbsp;All in all delicious and definitely to be repeated.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Oh in case you are curious, apparently these sold out first. &amp;nbsp;The brother could be just being nice too so I keep baking...he's a lawyer, they are wiley...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4700876041891535011-6709670268483873738?l=in-my-moments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://in-my-moments.blogspot.com/feeds/6709670268483873738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4700876041891535011&amp;postID=6709670268483873738&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700876041891535011/posts/default/6709670268483873738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700876041891535011/posts/default/6709670268483873738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-my-moments.blogspot.com/2011/12/now-that-i-am-home-and-have-been-for-2.html' title='Spiced Pumpkin Cakes with Ginger Walnut Streusel and Rum Caramel Glaze...'/><author><name>Yosha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17638536298999351055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TRZuq8R9dpI/AAAAAAAADH4/WD92ZmBaOZw/S220/rome1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lkM7jO6ekhY/Tt4-MSw5O5I/AAAAAAAADQ4/abJECsifrtw/s72-c/2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4700876041891535011.post-7965612967335623312</id><published>2011-12-05T10:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-06T10:47:48.505-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cake'/><title type='text'>Croquembouche...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;A mini croquembouche to a christmas party that wasn't a christmas party. &amp;nbsp;I had planned to free style the structure but pretty soon realized that at least for the try in need a base - so made a cone from cardboard, covered with foil and started assembling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Pu94Af6FzP4/Tt4ztUsXn7I/AAAAAAAADQo/474NFhDZoHI/s1600/1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Pu94Af6FzP4/Tt4ztUsXn7I/AAAAAAAADQo/474NFhDZoHI/s320/1.JPG" width="251" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I piped the&amp;nbsp;profiteroles&amp;nbsp;this time in order to get it small and the same size. &amp;nbsp;This was semi successful. &amp;nbsp;Filled them with a rum pastry cream - Yum and definitely to be repeated! &amp;nbsp;Though next batch I am debating trying a chai pastry cream. &amp;nbsp;The caramel was based on&lt;a href="http://www.foodnetwork.ca/recipes/Pastry/recipe.html?dishid=9012" target="_blank"&gt; Laura Calder's&lt;/a&gt; advice. &amp;nbsp;I love the depth of caramalization but for a bigger batch reheating would not be be an option. &amp;nbsp;I guess learn to work faster or work with small caramel batches.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4700876041891535011-7965612967335623312?l=in-my-moments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://in-my-moments.blogspot.com/feeds/7965612967335623312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4700876041891535011&amp;postID=7965612967335623312&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700876041891535011/posts/default/7965612967335623312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700876041891535011/posts/default/7965612967335623312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-my-moments.blogspot.com/2011/12/croquembouche.html' title='Croquembouche...'/><author><name>Yosha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17638536298999351055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TRZuq8R9dpI/AAAAAAAADH4/WD92ZmBaOZw/S220/rome1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Pu94Af6FzP4/Tt4ztUsXn7I/AAAAAAAADQo/474NFhDZoHI/s72-c/1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4700876041891535011.post-4759291108698137740</id><published>2011-10-23T21:43:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-23T22:13:15.607-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cake'/><title type='text'>Cake Blocks...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Next to the&lt;a href="http://in-my-moments.blogspot.com/2010/04/cake-done.html"&gt; wedding cake &lt;/a&gt;this was one of my biggest projects, a cake for the baby shower. Somehow the hardest the part was stacking the cake to form blocks. Not having any square cake pans I had to make sheet cakes and stack...in some cases "glue" pieces together. It's still a bit homey (can you see the crumbs!) but I am pretty happy with this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WthsDxpo7uc/TqTDXE9QKjI/AAAAAAAADQI/bh3Z0qREYJI/s1600/c1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 263px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666869032373987890" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WthsDxpo7uc/TqTDXE9QKjI/AAAAAAAADQI/bh3Z0qREYJI/s400/c1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Best part of this was there were so many cake bits and pieces. Bad part - there were so many cake bits and pieces! Don't ask how many meals in the last 3-4 days ended up being cake. Mmmm cake! It was a &lt;a href="http://in-my-moments.blogspot.com/2010/07/chocolate-peanut-butter-cake.html"&gt;chocolate cake with peanut butter frosting&lt;/a&gt;. It speaks well for this cake that even after consuming all this cake if I find any more crumbs in my kitchen I will still pounce on it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-h9aENEQm_d4/TqTDPNKh-rI/AAAAAAAADP8/Uibe56WZvNY/s1600/c2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 276px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666868897138211506" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-h9aENEQm_d4/TqTDPNKh-rI/AAAAAAAADP8/Uibe56WZvNY/s400/c2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The parents to be have picked a Winnie the Pooh theme...one of my good friends just happen to be an artsie with some skillz. She did these paintings free hand using edible markers, paint brush and food colouring. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-34XMVWSGRQQ/TqTDEV30K4I/AAAAAAAADPw/l3xFFdbYPK4/s1600/C3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 353px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666868710497069954" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-34XMVWSGRQQ/TqTDEV30K4I/AAAAAAAADPw/l3xFFdbYPK4/s400/C3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I originally covered backs of the cake with melted chocolate planning to paint on that, but edible markers had issues. But, basic sugar cookie covered with royal icing was perfect.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4700876041891535011-4759291108698137740?l=in-my-moments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://in-my-moments.blogspot.com/feeds/4759291108698137740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4700876041891535011&amp;postID=4759291108698137740&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700876041891535011/posts/default/4759291108698137740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700876041891535011/posts/default/4759291108698137740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-my-moments.blogspot.com/2011/10/cake-blocks.html' title='Cake Blocks...'/><author><name>Yosha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17638536298999351055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TRZuq8R9dpI/AAAAAAAADH4/WD92ZmBaOZw/S220/rome1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WthsDxpo7uc/TqTDXE9QKjI/AAAAAAAADQI/bh3Z0qREYJI/s72-c/c1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4700876041891535011.post-251690965613633868</id><published>2011-06-15T14:17:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-11T12:49:46.373-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cake'/><title type='text'>Homage to the Leaning Tower of Pissa...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;It is once again time for the bro's work cake auction.   Last year it was the &lt;a href="http://in-my-moments.blogspot.com/2010/08/90-dollar-cake.html"&gt;$90 cake&lt;/a&gt; and got beat by $15.  This year I was determined to get the highest bid...yes yes it's not a competition it's for charity...whatever.  I decided to pander to the masses (though it's not hard to pander when I am card carrying chocoholic!) and make the ultimate chocolate cake - 16 layers of cake and mousse topped with chocolate ganache.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The plan was not to pay hommage to the tower of pissa.   Plan was not to present a chocolaty mess.  Plan was to make it elegant, inviting, at the very least, pretty something like &lt;a href="http://www.bakerella.com/fourteen-for-the-fourteenth/"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Od2dassIq1U/Tfj3k8_giYI/AAAAAAAADPo/TLeh9jPF2Lg/s1600/cake1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Od2dassIq1U/Tfj3k8_giYI/AAAAAAAADPo/TLeh9jPF2Lg/s400/cake1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618512749364545922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;But I had issues from the beginning.  My willy nilly method of cutting sugar bit me in the behind.  Apparently I really should pay attention the sugar egg ratio!  Lesson learnt (maybe.)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mousse should be made the night before, or at the very least a couple of hours in the freezer.  Lesson learnt.  Really should smooth out the cake before frosting and ganaching.  All these led to the homiest cake I've ever made!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PIaGJcNVTOc/Tfj3kv232yI/AAAAAAAADPg/lXBLZwVHsbM/s1600/cake2.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PIaGJcNVTOc/Tfj3kv232yI/AAAAAAAADPg/lXBLZwVHsbM/s400/cake2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618512745838664482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;But apparently this is what a &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;$230&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; cake looks like.  With corporate and government matching this is actually a &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;$1311 &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;cake.  All money raised goes to the Ottawa trauma centre (a bit ironic, no?!)  You can get the more elegant &lt;i&gt;professionally&lt;/i&gt; made cake shipped for $75 +tax (not sure where, google pls.)  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This mess is one of a kind.  Mine.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh yes, got beat by $20 by a "brownie explosion."  Damn it!  Back o the drawing board...I will get you yet my pretty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4700876041891535011-251690965613633868?l=in-my-moments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://in-my-moments.blogspot.com/feeds/251690965613633868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4700876041891535011&amp;postID=251690965613633868&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700876041891535011/posts/default/251690965613633868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700876041891535011/posts/default/251690965613633868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-my-moments.blogspot.com/2011/06/homage-to-leaning-tower-of-pissa.html' title='Homage to the Leaning Tower of Pissa...'/><author><name>Yosha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17638536298999351055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TRZuq8R9dpI/AAAAAAAADH4/WD92ZmBaOZw/S220/rome1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Od2dassIq1U/Tfj3k8_giYI/AAAAAAAADPo/TLeh9jPF2Lg/s72-c/cake1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4700876041891535011.post-1851579751205107847</id><published>2011-04-06T07:40:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-06T08:59:18.388-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cake'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><title type='text'>Anatomy of a failed cake...</title><content type='html'>I am not sure why I am showing you this first pic, but admire the plate. How cute is that?! This was a x-mas present (or a birthday present!) but either way do I have great friends or what?! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592434447212630802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ztwq9m9EiEs/TZxRf-_EUxI/AAAAAAAADPI/-YmIBtFvZYs/s400/c1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;The disaster in this case was very much due to my carelessness and stupidity. Stacked two cakes, on the third I cut out a circle so only the ring remained. I broke the “ring” on top and from then on it’s been a bit of an issue. In this particular cake I planned to make the centre cream white (which is actually a custard….Mini aside happy dance I MADE CUSTARD!!! This is huge for me. All this while I’ve curdled everything I’ve made but finally. Might be my new cute pots though!) but I hadn’t left enough before I made the rest chocolate! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592439702703997234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tYdu_vgYi-w/TZxWR5N2gTI/AAAAAAAADPQ/kc7Iecv4zt4/s400/c2.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Then I realized the cake ring was a bit too deep to do the stacking thing (you'll see later). Hmmm…maybe the ring wasn't the best idea...back to the drawing board for a bit. But to stack some height, I covered it up with a piece that I had cut off from another cake. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dJ7icEwJIeY/TZxRfkIKpfI/AAAAAAAADPA/Vrz5Bunl4VU/s1600/c3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592434440003036658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dJ7icEwJIeY/TZxRfkIKpfI/AAAAAAAADPA/Vrz5Bunl4VU/s400/c3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I forgot to take a pic of it stacked. I used the centre I had cut out before, cut that into squares and stacked in the ring of the top cake then poured with the custard. And ran out of custard! But in hindsight I probably should have left it as is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Z7XQGsk4wnQ/TZxRfWS4GUI/AAAAAAAADO4/ENtY27B5h9Y/s1600/c4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592434436289861954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Z7XQGsk4wnQ/TZxRfWS4GUI/AAAAAAAADO4/ENtY27B5h9Y/s400/c4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; But no I made a new batch. I tried to leave this white, but it wasn’t setting well and figured adding the chocolate would help. It did, but now too much custard on top! Bah! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JWPaa8TBQFU/TZxRfX-ubII/AAAAAAAADOw/4wLjvFxRCZY/s1600/c5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592434436742212738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JWPaa8TBQFU/TZxRfX-ubII/AAAAAAAADOw/4wLjvFxRCZY/s400/c5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I originally made a larger cake for a friends bday. For that I made the same cake, but a chocolate mousse filling and drenched the top with ganache. I figure custard was a bit on the calorie light side, not much but a bit counts! Okay fine it wasn't so much about the calories, I just didn't have cream in the house!!! Recipes below:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;One Bowl Yet to Fail (knock on wood), Super Moist Chocolate cake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Preheat to 350 deg F. Prep two 9-in pans&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2 cups flour (&lt;em&gt;I’ve done 1 cup AP, 1 cup WW&lt;/em&gt;) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2 cups sugar (&lt;em&gt;I cut down to 1 cup some times even 3/4 cup&lt;/em&gt;) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;¾ cup cocoa &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1.5 tsp baking powder &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1.25 tsp baking soda&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1/2 tsp salt 1 cup milk (&lt;em&gt;I’ve added yogurt, cream or sour cream before&lt;/em&gt;) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;½ cup oil (&lt;em&gt;something light, even though original recipe calls for veg oil&lt;/em&gt;) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2 eggs &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;¾ cup boiling water vanilla &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mix all dry ingredients, add milk, oil, eggs. Mix well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Add boiling water, mix well. Finish with vanilla. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Batter will be thin. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bake for 23-25 mins&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No Egg Chocolate Mousse&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;125 g chocolate chopped, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;melted ½ cup butter (&lt;em&gt;I think I added less&lt;/em&gt;) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;100 ml cream &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;¼ cup icing sugar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 tsp espresso powder (optional)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whip the cream till soft peaks , beat in icing sugar, leave aside (Max the mixer is so good at this!) Melt the chocolate, add butter, stir till it cools (&lt;em&gt;didn’t take very long, I was surprised&lt;/em&gt;!) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Add a bit of whipped cream at a time until incorporated. Here I added cream to the chocolate, whipped by hand to mix a bit then got Max to beat it again till it firmed. Then stuck in the fridge.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Custard&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2 egg yolks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 tbsp flour (&lt;em&gt;I used arrow root powder, I am sure corn starch would work too&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 tbsp sugar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;14 tbsp milk (&lt;em&gt;I used skim&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vanilla or vanilla bean&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3 oz chocolate chopped&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In a pot add sugar to egg yolks, mix well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Add arrowroot or whatever thickener powder. Mix well, get rid of all lumps. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Add milk bit at at a time, mixing well to avoid lumps.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Once all milk is added (If using vanilla bean add now) place on stove on mid heat. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stir, stir, stir and stir some more. Seriously do not leave the pan unattended, more unstirred.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Once thickened remove from heat add chocolate. The chocolate will help thicken further.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4700876041891535011-1851579751205107847?l=in-my-moments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://in-my-moments.blogspot.com/feeds/1851579751205107847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4700876041891535011&amp;postID=1851579751205107847&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700876041891535011/posts/default/1851579751205107847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700876041891535011/posts/default/1851579751205107847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-my-moments.blogspot.com/2011/04/anatomy-of-failed-cake.html' title='Anatomy of a failed cake...'/><author><name>Yosha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17638536298999351055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TRZuq8R9dpI/AAAAAAAADH4/WD92ZmBaOZw/S220/rome1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ztwq9m9EiEs/TZxRf-_EUxI/AAAAAAAADPI/-YmIBtFvZYs/s72-c/c1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4700876041891535011.post-5524356426268594559</id><published>2011-02-07T12:01:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-07T12:42:10.355-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Out and about'/><title type='text'>Sunsets in Hikkaduwa...</title><content type='html'>Day 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TS3RUD-G1vI/AAAAAAAADJk/4FfFmEFqEkw/s1600/1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561331257465820914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TS3RUD-G1vI/AAAAAAAADJk/4FfFmEFqEkw/s400/1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TS3RNKli-YI/AAAAAAAADJc/nQpU5B2EFLI/s1600/2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561331138982771074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 171px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TS3RNKli-YI/AAAAAAAADJc/nQpU5B2EFLI/s400/2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Day 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TS3RHPCjeAI/AAAAAAAADJU/57JRdNUWWFw/s1600/3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561331037098964994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TS3RHPCjeAI/AAAAAAAADJU/57JRdNUWWFw/s400/3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TS3RAfIRhWI/AAAAAAAADJM/fIvrAWIeIJQ/s1600/4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561330921158837602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TS3RAfIRhWI/AAAAAAAADJM/fIvrAWIeIJQ/s400/4.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Day 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TS3Q5vBMv6I/AAAAAAAADJE/XUwnSTmPri0/s1600/5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561330805165047714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TS3Q5vBMv6I/AAAAAAAADJE/XUwnSTmPri0/s400/5.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TS3Q0qYeU5I/AAAAAAAADI8/Wgbx48M5iwE/s1600/6.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561330718021145490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TS3Q0qYeU5I/AAAAAAAADI8/Wgbx48M5iwE/s400/6.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TS3Qumij4mI/AAAAAAAADI0/EJS915BGR2o/s1600/7.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561330613910495842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TS3Qumij4mI/AAAAAAAADI0/EJS915BGR2o/s400/7.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TS3QpSF_flI/AAAAAAAADIs/icH02BfHJ1s/s1600/8.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561330522522615378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TS3QpSF_flI/AAAAAAAADIs/icH02BfHJ1s/s400/8.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TS3QkNL5bpI/AAAAAAAADIk/Yus3gr6JWMQ/s1600/9.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561330435305860754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TS3QkNL5bpI/AAAAAAAADIk/Yus3gr6JWMQ/s400/9.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Day 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TS3QdZg4GRI/AAAAAAAADIc/nuyOhqbJv4Q/s1600/10.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561330318355994898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TS3QdZg4GRI/AAAAAAAADIc/nuyOhqbJv4Q/s400/10.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4700876041891535011-5524356426268594559?l=in-my-moments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://in-my-moments.blogspot.com/feeds/5524356426268594559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4700876041891535011&amp;postID=5524356426268594559&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700876041891535011/posts/default/5524356426268594559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700876041891535011/posts/default/5524356426268594559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-my-moments.blogspot.com/2011/02/sunsets-in-hikkaduwa.html' title='Sunsets in Hikkaduwa...'/><author><name>Yosha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17638536298999351055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TRZuq8R9dpI/AAAAAAAADH4/WD92ZmBaOZw/S220/rome1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TS3RUD-G1vI/AAAAAAAADJk/4FfFmEFqEkw/s72-c/1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4700876041891535011.post-3828196835757434642</id><published>2011-02-04T08:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-04T11:02:21.944-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Out and about'/><title type='text'>HIkkaduwa...</title><content type='html'>After all the climbing and travelling we headed to the southern coast in Hikkaduwa for the last week in Sri Lanka. The brothers and Sam were excited to surf...Hikkaduwa is making a name for great surfing conditions, I was just excited to finally spend some time in the ocean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TS4fpMr_KkI/AAAAAAAADNc/6VzCV5Sf3Hc/s1600/1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561417382489958978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TS4fpMr_KkI/AAAAAAAADNc/6VzCV5Sf3Hc/s400/1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TS4fjYFhKXI/AAAAAAAADNU/96pkrsQxdOw/s1600/2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561417282470619506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 231px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TS4fjYFhKXI/AAAAAAAADNU/96pkrsQxdOw/s400/2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Among these rocks are supposed to be beautiful coral reef and a turtle hatchery. Most snorkel to this area or take a glass bottom tour boat. We briefly considered but that would have interfered with all the lying around we were doing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TS4felhnIHI/AAAAAAAADNM/CJgx0JqxP8M/s1600/3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561417200178765938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TS4felhnIHI/AAAAAAAADNM/CJgx0JqxP8M/s400/3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I tried to head out earlier for a 30-45 min walk in the morning. This was pretty much all the exercise I got during the day! Though we weren't in a fishing village there were still lines being pulled out in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TS4fW0dHIwI/AAAAAAAADNE/w06SiDLJUiQ/s1600/4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561417066747470594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TS4fW0dHIwI/AAAAAAAADNE/w06SiDLJUiQ/s400/4.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I am not sure how long this tree will stay alive but hopefully it flourishes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TS4fROHotkI/AAAAAAAADM8/6e84YbugozI/s1600/4-7.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561416970557503042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TS4fROHotkI/AAAAAAAADM8/6e84YbugozI/s400/4-7.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I spent most of the day sleeping or reading in one of these cabana type things or&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TS4fIlg8_CI/AAAAAAAADM0/umBwjRU-KAM/s1600/5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561416822218882082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TS4fIlg8_CI/AAAAAAAADM0/umBwjRU-KAM/s400/5.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; lying in the water. I averaged 4-5 hours in the water, enough to make me dark enough to almost match the little brother's colour! I am still not sure how I feel about my tanning...me the Sri Lankan...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TS4fCINwCsI/AAAAAAAADMs/R6eWUZEoWFU/s1600/5-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561416711274498754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 304px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TS4fCINwCsI/AAAAAAAADMs/R6eWUZEoWFU/s400/5-1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We had a couple of rainy days, one was just bit of drizzling that I ignored and spent immersed in the ocean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TS4e7Xiff0I/AAAAAAAADMk/bbYvvmlpBtE/s1600/6.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561416595128942402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TS4e7Xiff0I/AAAAAAAADMk/bbYvvmlpBtE/s400/6.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The bro and Sam attempted surfing most days...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TS4e13xW5oI/AAAAAAAADMc/g-Kw0fvlnrc/s1600/7.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561416500702013058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 279px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TS4e13xW5oI/AAAAAAAADMc/g-Kw0fvlnrc/s400/7.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Towards the evening of the second day the kid managed to stay up on the board...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TS4ewtoIWsI/AAAAAAAADMU/5fmkY2Dmles/s1600/8.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561416412079610562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 323px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TS4ewtoIWsI/AAAAAAAADMU/5fmkY2Dmles/s400/8.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; for a bit anyways...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TS4eoYyIrLI/AAAAAAAADMM/TUkcxwcrAyU/s1600/9.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561416269045476530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 308px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TS4eoYyIrLI/AAAAAAAADMM/TUkcxwcrAyU/s400/9.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We typically stayed to watch the sunset and a couple days had some gorgeous settings!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TS4eh-K9tnI/AAAAAAAADME/iotw5ygPXiE/s1600/10.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561416158822643314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TS4eh-K9tnI/AAAAAAAADME/iotw5ygPXiE/s400/10.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4700876041891535011-3828196835757434642?l=in-my-moments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://in-my-moments.blogspot.com/feeds/3828196835757434642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4700876041891535011&amp;postID=3828196835757434642&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700876041891535011/posts/default/3828196835757434642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700876041891535011/posts/default/3828196835757434642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-my-moments.blogspot.com/2011/02/hikkaduwa.html' title='HIkkaduwa...'/><author><name>Yosha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17638536298999351055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TRZuq8R9dpI/AAAAAAAADH4/WD92ZmBaOZw/S220/rome1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TS4fpMr_KkI/AAAAAAAADNc/6VzCV5Sf3Hc/s72-c/1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4700876041891535011.post-3490554260233446460</id><published>2011-01-21T08:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-21T08:02:29.439-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Out and about'/><title type='text'>Siri Pada...once in a lifetime climb...</title><content type='html'>From France we hopped to Barcelona, Rome, Nice and Monoco then Sri Lanka for two weeks. I am waiting for my bro to come home with my pics so until then I will skip to the last part of my trip, 2 weeks in Sri Lanka, country of my roots. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We landed early morning Dec 26, then on the 27 woke up at 4am, hopped on a train for 6 hours to climb a mountain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564351766149274770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TTiMczqlHJI/AAAAAAAADOc/A5iYAPgshN4/s400/6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A climb of 7362 feet or 2243 meters aka 4 hours of craziness followed by another 4 hours of freezing and a 3 hour descent. This is how I spent my second day in Sri Lanka…you know the country known for the gorgeous beaches and beautiful weather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TS3hcDJYeNI/AAAAAAAADKc/qdw8lV7LaQY/s1600/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561348986869676242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 194px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TS3hcDJYeNI/AAAAAAAADKc/qdw8lV7LaQY/s400/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oh most if the pics on this post are from our way down. I’ve been racking my brain, I am still not sure who’s bright idea it was that we climb this thing. I am laying this at my father’s feet though…if it seems crazy and Sri Lanka related yeah I am sure my father was involved! Due to some what last minute timing we couldn’t secure seats on the train and ended up standing in a 3rd class cabin for the most of 6 hours! I can't put into words how packed this train was...personal space was very much a premium.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564351838714256546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TTiMhB_a3KI/AAAAAAAADOk/BGxwNelYbQ8/s400/7.jpg" border="0" /&gt; The scenery was gorgeous at least the bit I could see as we leaned down occasionally. Sadly no pics. Then a 1.5 hour bus ride through winding tea estates and we finally arrived at the bottom of the mountain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564351324810591042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TTiMDHjPO0I/AAAAAAAADOM/qxWfVVjw4MQ/s400/4.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Bit of history...Sri Pada, aka the Adam's Peak or the Samanala Kanda has the unique distinction of being a sacred mountain to the followers of four of the world's major religions: The Buddhists claim that the foot print was left by the Buddha during the third and final of his visits to Sri Lanka as early as 300 BC. Hindus call the mountain Sivan Adi Padham, as they believe it was the world-creative dance of the god Shiva that left the giant footprint (5 feet 7 inches by 2 feet 6 inches). The Portuguese Christians claimed the impression to be the footprint of St. Thomas who, according to legend, first brought Christianity to Sri Lanka. And finally, the Arabs record it as being the solitary footprint of Adam where he stood for a thousand years of penance on one foot. An Arab tradition tells that when Adam was expelled from heaven, God put him on the peak to make the shock less terrible - Ceylon being that place on earth closest to and most like paradise. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TS3hW49jUiI/AAAAAAAADKU/A6rTQI921-c/s1600/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561348898236355106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TS3hW49jUiI/AAAAAAAADKU/A6rTQI921-c/s400/2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After a nap and full dinner of rice and curry we started climbing the mountain around 10pm. Most do the climb late into the night to avoid the heat but also to catch the sunrise at the summit. The start of the climb was deceptively simple, a nice easy hike through tea estates. The trail of stone and earth steps were lit with white fluorescent (you can see the fuzzy light path in the next pic) light revealing only short distances at a time. The mountain blended into the darkness around, and except for a bright light marking the path, you could not discern its height…just saw the orange lights that marked the summit. Every so often I’d look up and try to convince myself the orange light wasn’t as far away as it look then sigh and run to try to catch up with my group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564351266580449938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TTiL_uoFypI/AAAAAAAADOE/_CuH2717AUI/s400/3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;The start of the climb was deceptively simple, a nice easy hike through tea estates. The trail of stone and earth steps were lit with white fluorescent light revealing only short distances at a time. The mountain blended into the darkness around, and except for a bright light marking the path, you could not discern its height…just saw the orange lights that marked the summit. Every so often I’d look up and try to convince myself the orange light wasn’t as far away as it look then sigh and run to try to catch up with my group&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564351376400811330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TTiMGHvThUI/AAAAAAAADOU/beADXhMXucE/s400/5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;The steps are lined with little shops that are filled to the brim with all manner of imaginable things and also give you that much needed bit of rest at regular intervals. The brothers and Sam being in much better shape than I, seem to have an easier time but I made use of the rest stops!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561348806280644130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TS3hRiZmhiI/AAAAAAAADKM/TZyfh9Pa5EE/s400/3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;When we finally reached the only part of the climb that had railings, I was&lt;em&gt; sure&lt;/em&gt; that the summit was around the corner…nope not so much the railing was need since at this point we started climbing pretty much straight up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TS3hKxrNX1I/AAAAAAAADKE/7SXbdcs0dqQ/s1600/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561348690121940818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TS3hKxrNX1I/AAAAAAAADKE/7SXbdcs0dqQ/s400/4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; But we finally reached the top about 4 hours before sunrise. To say it was windy and cold is a bit of an understatement…clouds floated by us! Despite everyone telling us it would be cold I didn’t believe it till we got there and my teeth started chattering. I mean I live in Ottawa, I survived Edmonton so cold? In Sri Lanka?! Pshh! This is when I truly appreciated my winter coat! What baffled me was that there were women and little kids wearing just dresses and seemed to be somewhat fine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TS3hEnk_voI/AAAAAAAADJ8/32xUGpP9GCI/s1600/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561348584332312194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TS3hEnk_voI/AAAAAAAADJ8/32xUGpP9GCI/s400/5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sunrise finally arrived but weather didn’t cooperate with us. The clouds blocked the full view but still it was cool to see view. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564351219915426674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 299px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TTiL9AySC3I/AAAAAAAADN8/vdmiOfvMJGw/s400/2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;The descent was a tiny bit easier than the climb and we walked straight into one of the hotels for breakfast - Sri Lanka style! Let me just stay grilled thick bread (to call it toast is insulting) slathered with butter and mango jam, Sri Lankan omelets, tea and I mentioned the bread right?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564351174502018018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TTiL6Xm4a-I/AAAAAAAADN0/IQx0S4J2eqM/s400/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Despite the next two days of screaming calves I am glad I did it. But it is definitely a once in a life time experience! We met a family on the bus where the father was climbing for the 17th time and his 11 yr old son for the 9th time. Most definitely not me. I think one of the reasons it was doable was that I didn't realize how crazy it was. Ignorance really is bliss!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TS3g6dSWSpI/AAAAAAAADJs/OuWuLK65EJg/s1600/7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561348409771051666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TS3g6dSWSpI/AAAAAAAADJs/OuWuLK65EJg/s400/7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;There is a saying, to para phrase - if you don't climb once you are fool, if you climb more than once you are a fool! I am no fool...well some of the time!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4700876041891535011-3490554260233446460?l=in-my-moments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://in-my-moments.blogspot.com/feeds/3490554260233446460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4700876041891535011&amp;postID=3490554260233446460&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700876041891535011/posts/default/3490554260233446460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700876041891535011/posts/default/3490554260233446460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-my-moments.blogspot.com/2011/01/siri-padaonce-in-lifetime-climb.html' title='Siri Pada...once in a lifetime climb...'/><author><name>Yosha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17638536298999351055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TRZuq8R9dpI/AAAAAAAADH4/WD92ZmBaOZw/S220/rome1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TTiMczqlHJI/AAAAAAAADOc/A5iYAPgshN4/s72-c/6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4700876041891535011.post-4799195196942358838</id><published>2011-01-12T15:18:00.013-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-12T16:23:33.172-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Out and about'/><title type='text'>Last days in Paris...</title><content type='html'>I spent my second day in Paris mostly walking around the Latin Quarter.  I attempted to follow of the neighbourhood guides on my tour book.  Attempt being the operative word, I have a bit more appreciation for the boring old checker board roads of North America.  At a point I gave up and just wondered through the streets!  Not a bad way to enjoy the day.  For lunch I stopped at one of the many kebab places for this delicious concoction! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TS4N14POiBI/AAAAAAAADL8/vkapOBSVCho/s1600/IMG_2826.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561397809129621522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TS4N14POiBI/AAAAAAAADL8/vkapOBSVCho/s400/IMG_2826.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I walked into yet another church, crashed a wedding and found group setting up for a free Vivaldi concert!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TS4NwSKDyiI/AAAAAAAADL0/pGZidBZCmBI/s1600/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561397713008052770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 308px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TS4NwSKDyiI/AAAAAAAADL0/pGZidBZCmBI/s400/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; They were brilliant!  The acoustics alone were fantastic.  I didn't understand the language enough to figure out if the group were some sort of professionals or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TS4NqPYhf5I/AAAAAAAADLs/9rWsv6n05jc/s1600/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561397609184198546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TS4NqPYhf5I/AAAAAAAADLs/9rWsv6n05jc/s400/2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I made sure to maximize on the crepe experience...the first one I tried was a nutella made by&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TS4NfwGA-zI/AAAAAAAADLk/TLxaBbc8c1U/s1600/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561397428986379058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 284px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TS4NfwGA-zI/AAAAAAAADLk/TLxaBbc8c1U/s400/3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; this guy here who was thrilled to pose for a picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TS4NZxwwGAI/AAAAAAAADLc/ZfFEPpgjxXw/s1600/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561397326354847746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 294px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TS4NZxwwGAI/AAAAAAAADLc/ZfFEPpgjxXw/s400/4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The crepes were all generally good but the best I had was on my last day in France at the Lyon Christmas market.  Best good-bye to the country.  As an aside check out the size of the nutella bottle here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TS4NTtJ7t0I/AAAAAAAADLU/yH-SwcNMy20/s1600/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561397222039074626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TS4NTtJ7t0I/AAAAAAAADLU/yH-SwcNMy20/s400/5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Last day in Paris I followed yet another one of the tour guide startig at the Moulin Rouge.  I am sure this is much more impressive at night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TS4NOWOQDwI/AAAAAAAADLM/9g4_2Rj5ItQ/s1600/6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561397129983823618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 284px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TS4NOWOQDwI/AAAAAAAADLM/9g4_2Rj5ItQ/s400/6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I wound my way around to Montmartre.  The square was filled with artists and tourists.  The paintings were gorgeous and equally expensive for someone on a budget!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TS4NH3AGPnI/AAAAAAAADLE/j9eSbxm3kKc/s1600/7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561397018523745906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TS4NH3AGPnI/AAAAAAAADLE/j9eSbxm3kKc/s400/7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I seriously debated throwing out my budget (they accepted VISA!!) but at the last moment I considered that I had just started my travels and didn't want to damage anything. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TS4M-g56LTI/AAAAAAAADK8/1Gv4gbE5ir4/s1600/8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561396857973386546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TS4M-g56LTI/AAAAAAAADK8/1Gv4gbE5ir4/s400/8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Around the corner from the artist square was the Basilica of the Scre Coeur (Sacred Heart) or the white church.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TS4M4beB1xI/AAAAAAAADK0/EUPNRjjvNNo/s1600/9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561396753435055890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TS4M4beB1xI/AAAAAAAADK0/EUPNRjjvNNo/s400/9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TS4MxCWnjnI/AAAAAAAADKs/FEcV8s49x7o/s1600/10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561396626434002546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TS4MxCWnjnI/AAAAAAAADKs/FEcV8s49x7o/s400/10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was my last few hours in Paris.  I ran out of time to fully explore the city so definitely require another trip.  Maybe next time I'll have time and a nice enough day for a Seine river cruise!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4700876041891535011-4799195196942358838?l=in-my-moments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://in-my-moments.blogspot.com/feeds/4799195196942358838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4700876041891535011&amp;postID=4799195196942358838&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700876041891535011/posts/default/4799195196942358838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700876041891535011/posts/default/4799195196942358838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-my-moments.blogspot.com/2011/01/last-days-in-paris.html' title='Last days in Paris...'/><author><name>Yosha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17638536298999351055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TRZuq8R9dpI/AAAAAAAADH4/WD92ZmBaOZw/S220/rome1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TS4N14POiBI/AAAAAAAADL8/vkapOBSVCho/s72-c/IMG_2826.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4700876041891535011.post-3627858983569276437</id><published>2010-12-25T14:33:00.013-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-25T16:28:34.707-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Out and about'/><title type='text'>Paris - Day 1</title><content type='html'>On my last night in Europe I am finally taking a couple of posts to capture my time. I landed in Paris on an early Friday morning, surprisingly refreshed as I was able to catch some sleep on the aircraft. I have to admit there was a more space than I anticipated, was even able to stretch out my some what long legs! It was no first class but the Boeing 777 is a beautiful aircraft. All right moving on...this post isn’t about the aircraft, though I could go on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TRZhBWBctaI/AAAAAAAADHQ/jZBMk1U4x1M/s1600/untitled.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554733866127504802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 215px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TRZhBWBctaI/AAAAAAAADHQ/jZBMk1U4x1M/s400/untitled.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was picked up by one of my friend’s dad. A two hour drive to just pick me up and spend the day with me. I can’t express how generous and thoughtful this was and how grateful I am. Ha my karma can’t be too bad this lifetime I definitely won the jackpot in the friends department! Anyway after a bit of a crazy drive into Paris we walked at metroed around the sites. First stop Avenue des Champs-Elysees. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TRZPw-G45AI/AAAAAAAADHA/9hB-8OSJ18E/s1600/00.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554714893132293122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TRZPw-G45AI/AAAAAAAADHA/9hB-8OSJ18E/s400/00.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The avenue spans from the place de la Concorde (nothing to do with the aircraft as I was sad to discover!) to the Arc de Triomphe. These days this is the most prestigious shopping in Paris! This was one of the many high end car dealerships we walked by. Though I am not sure you can call them dealerships!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554707479785041810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TRZJBdPK75I/AAAAAAAADGo/w1OsgSzho3Y/s400/2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Louis Vuitton has their own building...this is as close to the shop as I got!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554716276118739394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 331px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TRZRBeIjWcI/AAAAAAAADHI/dFz75mDLMs8/s400/0.JPG" border="0" /&gt;But back to the actual sites...Place de la Concorde one of the largest squares in Paris has great views on every side. In the old days Marie Antoinette, King Louis XVI and many others were guillotined during the terror. Nice eh?! Middle of the square is a large Egyptian obelisk brought from the Temple of Luxor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TRZJQp1g-mI/AAAAAAAADG4/8i2BrY5dawI/s1600/01.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554707740865133154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TRZJQp1g-mI/AAAAAAAADG4/8i2BrY5dawI/s400/01.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;At this time of year the street is lined with Christmas markets. Each city we visited had their version of the x-mas market.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TRZJBKPC-GI/AAAAAAAADGg/J_q32UcNYE4/s1600/christmas%2Bmarket.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554707474684246114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TRZJBKPC-GI/AAAAAAAADGg/J_q32UcNYE4/s400/christmas%2Bmarket.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The stall spanned food type places -everything from street eats (seriously check out the size of the pan!!) to food gifts (dry saussage, jams, preserves etc.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554707480671149138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TRZJBgib3FI/AAAAAAAADGw/6RRRn2MQKd8/s400/1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;to x-mas gifts (soaps, candles, pottery, clothes) to funky x-mas decorations...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TRZJA09WzuI/AAAAAAAADGY/zjuN8JDI0tc/s1600/14.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554707468972904162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TRZJA09WzuI/AAAAAAAADGY/zjuN8JDI0tc/s400/14.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Another thing common to in these parts are outdoor tented cafes/restaurents with heaters. I guess if it doesn't get to minus 30 you can do these stuff. But the part I found genius was that the tables and chairs were set to face the street! Perfect for people watching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TRZJA6oR8YI/AAAAAAAADGQ/Bywd7BmhjCw/s1600/3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554707470495117698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TRZJA6oR8YI/AAAAAAAADGQ/Bywd7BmhjCw/s400/3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;L’Arc de Triomphe is on the other end of the ave. The monument was commissioned Napolean as a tribute to his victories as emperor france and completed years after his death. But more currently it marks the tomb of the unknown soldier. We bought tickets to go to the top, only realizing afterward that the elevator was out of order and we had to climb. My first introduction to spiral staircases – I am not a fan! Still the climb wasn’t as bad and it was fully worth it. Inside near the top is a small museum showing the history and meaning of the monument. It also tracked other countries tombs of unkown soldiers and I was bit surprised to realize Canada was the last to establish one in 2000.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TRZIjNJKgpI/AAAAAAAADGI/hZ4cGAp2qV8/s1600/4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554706960068805266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 311px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TRZIjNJKgpI/AAAAAAAADGI/hZ4cGAp2qV8/s400/4.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A flame burns in a bronze bowl over the grave that was first lighted on 1923. Each evening at 6 o'clock a different group of ex-servicemen or a patriotic society is asked to march to the arch to rekindle the flame. During this thing I've developed a thing for arcs and the beautiful details on them...I am sure there is a meaning I haven't looked it up yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TRZIi6VeWVI/AAAAAAAADGA/Ygd1Z4b9xSU/s1600/5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554706955020163410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 365px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TRZIi6VeWVI/AAAAAAAADGA/Ygd1Z4b9xSU/s400/5.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The view from the top was is magnificant! Even better on a sunny day I am willing to bet! Sadly my pictures won’t do it justice. It was quite the cloudy blah day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TRZIiu_Y93I/AAAAAAAADF4/ZUcy_Hi_Im8/s1600/6.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554706951974745970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TRZIiu_Y93I/AAAAAAAADF4/ZUcy_Hi_Im8/s400/6.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It was pointed to me that the arch is surrounded by a large rounded about known as the Star (the tile/brick road is fashioned like a star!) and 12 thoroughfares lead from it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TRZIir_SsnI/AAAAAAAADFw/zPTO5RYySsM/s1600/7.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554706951169028722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TRZIir_SsnI/AAAAAAAADFw/zPTO5RYySsM/s400/7.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Next on the tour was the Eiffel tower. I am going to take a leap and say Eiffel tower is probably the symbol of Paris. It was build back in the 1880’s for the universal exhibition and centennial of the French revolution. Apparently it was almost torn down in the early 1900 and only saved due to it’s use as a telegraphy antenna!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TRZIiHAnG8I/AAAAAAAADFo/QSCoAdYUcMw/s1600/8.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554706941242448834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TRZIiHAnG8I/AAAAAAAADFo/QSCoAdYUcMw/s400/8.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is as close to the tower as I got. I am/was a lot more impressed than this pic shows! I meant to go back to take a look at the construction up close but 2 days in Paris I realized isn’t a lot of time! So the geek in me looked up some fast facts….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Number of Steel Workers: 300&lt;br /&gt;Number of Workers Killed during Construction: 1 (I was surprised!)&lt;br /&gt;Rivets: 2,500,000 (I am guessing +/- a few hundred!)&lt;br /&gt;Steel pieces: 18,038&lt;br /&gt;Height: 300.51 meters (986 feet) (+/- 15 cm depending on temperature)&lt;br /&gt;1st level - 57 meters&lt;br /&gt;2nd level - 115 meters&lt;br /&gt;3rd level - 276 meters&lt;br /&gt;Height including television antenna: 320.755 meters (1052 feet)&lt;br /&gt;Weight: 7,000 tons (1,000 tons removed during 1990's renovation)&lt;br /&gt;Base: 412 feet square, although also noted as about 2.5 acres&lt;br /&gt;Foundation Pressure: 58.26 to 64 psi (9000 psf) (Seriously!!)&lt;br /&gt;Paint: 50 tons every 7 years&lt;br /&gt;Paint Color: Dark Brown&lt;br /&gt;Steps to Top: 1665 per the official website&lt;br /&gt;Steps walkable by visitors (Ground to 2nd floor): 704&lt;br /&gt;Lighting : 352 projectors of 1000 watts&lt;br /&gt;June 14, 1940 the German flag was hoisted on the Eiffel Tower as German army entered and occupied Paris&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TRZIEZk5tiI/AAAAAAAADFg/5NUmbt2K7ts/s1600/9.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554706430830425634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TRZIEZk5tiI/AAAAAAAADFg/5NUmbt2K7ts/s400/9.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Last stop was Notre Dame Cathedral aka Our Lady of Paris. It is called one of the best examples of French gothic architecture in Europe. It was restored and saved from destruction (what is with these guys and wanting to destroy their buildings?!!) I don’t remember the time period! This was one of the first buildings to use the flying buttress (arched exterior supports!) This stuck in my head as my of last exams for a structures course in university wanted us to analyze a flying buttress. None of us knew what the heck a flying buttress was and the only reason I got the question right was by playing with the units.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TRZIEMuYzkI/AAAAAAAADFY/xhNJ5OoA3ts/s1600/10.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554706427380551234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TRZIEMuYzkI/AAAAAAAADFY/xhNJ5OoA3ts/s400/10.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; As with most cathedrals here, the entranc/interior is grand...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TRZID3aoLxI/AAAAAAAADFQ/FJ26s5P_TM8/s1600/11.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554706421660528402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TRZID3aoLxI/AAAAAAAADFQ/FJ26s5P_TM8/s400/11.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Best part for me was the stained glass windows. On a sunny day I am sure you can get some decent pics, but not so much this particular day. Let me just say they were beautiful and if I ever own a house I am seriously considering looking into it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TRZID2ei4-I/AAAAAAAADFI/jgfu1bWZHuw/s1600/12.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554706421408523234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TRZID2ei4-I/AAAAAAAADFI/jgfu1bWZHuw/s400/12.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This waste end of my first day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TRZIDhRyyPI/AAAAAAAADFA/PpyTTeJlcuA/s1600/13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554706415717894386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TRZIDhRyyPI/AAAAAAAADFA/PpyTTeJlcuA/s400/13.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; That night I slept a solid 12 hours! I stayed with one of my uncle’s cousins who were again super nice, to the point they were willing to spend their weekend shepherding me around Paris. Luckily I talked them out of it, but happily settled for a three course meal! Did I mention he was a chef?! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4700876041891535011-3627858983569276437?l=in-my-moments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://in-my-moments.blogspot.com/feeds/3627858983569276437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4700876041891535011&amp;postID=3627858983569276437&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700876041891535011/posts/default/3627858983569276437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700876041891535011/posts/default/3627858983569276437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-my-moments.blogspot.com/2010/12/paris-day-1.html' title='Paris - Day 1'/><author><name>Yosha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17638536298999351055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TRZuq8R9dpI/AAAAAAAADH4/WD92ZmBaOZw/S220/rome1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TRZhBWBctaI/AAAAAAAADHQ/jZBMk1U4x1M/s72-c/untitled.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4700876041891535011.post-2806805869675292100</id><published>2010-12-17T10:35:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-17T10:45:33.460-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Out and about'/><title type='text'>Where in the world...</title><content type='html'>My  office is clean (can actually see my desk!),  my house is clean (some what!) and I haven updated this forever, so this  can only mean one thing...yup I am on vacation.  So Bonjur from Paris, my first stop.  I  walk around as much as  I could in three days and spent more than I could afford but definitely not  enough at the Louvre...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TQuDoMdm89I/AAAAAAAADEQ/glp2s6ZmCuI/s1600/me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TQuDoMdm89I/AAAAAAAADEQ/glp2s6ZmCuI/s400/me.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551675692227687378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I chose the paintings wing and of course the Mona Lisa being one.  It is definitely better and different up close but there were much more impressive paintings I for my two cents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TQuDiiy6pxI/AAAAAAAADEI/jlzVs4LJsAo/s1600/Mona%2BLisa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 306px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TQuDiiy6pxI/AAAAAAAADEI/jlzVs4LJsAo/s400/Mona%2BLisa.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551675595143423762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mona Lisa is behind glass with the people being a good distance away.  Bit hard to get a proper picture.  But there always seem to be a huge crowd there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TQuDbLNkZ6I/AAAAAAAADEA/e3ZAxLavWyQ/s1600/crowd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TQuDbLNkZ6I/AAAAAAAADEA/e3ZAxLavWyQ/s400/crowd.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551675468553676706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;From Paris on to Lyon to meet up with my brother, then Annecy for a day trip and now am in Barcelona as I write this.  Next stop Rome, to meet my brother again (It was a bit weird leaving Lyon couple of days ago and saying to the bro...&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;see you in Rome!&lt;/span&gt; and meaning it!)  Cannot download my camera into this computer, try to update when back in Lyon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4700876041891535011-2806805869675292100?l=in-my-moments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://in-my-moments.blogspot.com/feeds/2806805869675292100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4700876041891535011&amp;postID=2806805869675292100&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700876041891535011/posts/default/2806805869675292100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700876041891535011/posts/default/2806805869675292100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-my-moments.blogspot.com/2010/12/where-in-world.html' title='Where in the world...'/><author><name>Yosha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17638536298999351055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TRZuq8R9dpI/AAAAAAAADH4/WD92ZmBaOZw/S220/rome1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TQuDoMdm89I/AAAAAAAADEQ/glp2s6ZmCuI/s72-c/me.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4700876041891535011.post-724164976303111883</id><published>2010-11-26T03:08:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-26T03:08:00.478-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cards'/><title type='text'>Winter sledding...</title><content type='html'>It's been a while since I went sledding.  I wanted to go last year, just didn't happen.  Maybe this year.  FYI weather gods - this is not, I repeat, not an invitation to pummel us with snow.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TOrNv8i4OjI/AAAAAAAADD4/7oKxX20f2G8/s1600/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542468515022780978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 342px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TOrNv8i4OjI/AAAAAAAADD4/7oKxX20f2G8/s400/5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I was doing a bunch of ornament cards when I spotted this image.   While the image is super cute, I have a really hard time colouring it in.  Hmmm...time to consult a 6yr old?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4700876041891535011-724164976303111883?l=in-my-moments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://in-my-moments.blogspot.com/feeds/724164976303111883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4700876041891535011&amp;postID=724164976303111883&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700876041891535011/posts/default/724164976303111883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700876041891535011/posts/default/724164976303111883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-my-moments.blogspot.com/2010/11/winter-sledding.html' title='Winter sledding...'/><author><name>Yosha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17638536298999351055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TRZuq8R9dpI/AAAAAAAADH4/WD92ZmBaOZw/S220/rome1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TOrNv8i4OjI/AAAAAAAADD4/7oKxX20f2G8/s72-c/5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4700876041891535011.post-2614872464620301598</id><published>2010-11-24T01:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-24T01:09:00.138-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cards'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inkadinkado'/><title type='text'>Reindeer...</title><content type='html'>I don't know how I feel about this reindeer image, at time it reminds me of the Harry Potter &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Magical_creatures_in_Harry_Potter#Thestrals"&gt;Thestrals&lt;/a&gt; but I quite like the rest of the card!  On a complete aside this is the first time I paid attention to the spelling of "reindeer.  Ha "rein" deer, I get it!  I get it!  I always thought it was "raindeer" and was quite confused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TOqHzltTnYI/AAAAAAAADDw/JRo7eXEdhGc/s1600/10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542391611798035842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 335px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TOqHzltTnYI/AAAAAAAADDw/JRo7eXEdhGc/s400/10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Now this one...I am still not sure if the patterned paper matches, but too late now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TOqHwCABaFI/AAAAAAAADDo/CzzCJNHw5SM/s1600/12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542391550673250386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 270px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TOqHwCABaFI/AAAAAAAADDo/CzzCJNHw5SM/s400/12.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4700876041891535011-2614872464620301598?l=in-my-moments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://in-my-moments.blogspot.com/feeds/2614872464620301598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4700876041891535011&amp;postID=2614872464620301598&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700876041891535011/posts/default/2614872464620301598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700876041891535011/posts/default/2614872464620301598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-my-moments.blogspot.com/2010/11/reindeer.html' title='Reindeer...'/><author><name>Yosha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17638536298999351055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TRZuq8R9dpI/AAAAAAAADH4/WD92ZmBaOZw/S220/rome1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TOqHzltTnYI/AAAAAAAADDw/JRo7eXEdhGc/s72-c/10.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4700876041891535011.post-642593975927836713</id><published>2010-11-22T09:42:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T09:53:14.528-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cards'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inkadinkado'/><title type='text'>Holiday trumpet...</title><content type='html'>So one of the Ottawa stations has already started playing 24/7 christmas songs.  Come on...it's still freaking November.  Yeah the holiday spirit hasn't quite touched me yet, but at least I have some cards now.  I have multiples of the same card this year, still this is at least better than when I thought I'd actually need to buy cards!   I am not sure my stash is big enough but I may just squeak by in sending cards for the people in my list that will appreciate a home made card!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TOqBe9rultI/AAAAAAAADDg/dM7ALeLnC8o/s1600/9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542384660386846418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 308px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TOqBe9rultI/AAAAAAAADDg/dM7ALeLnC8o/s400/9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am loving this Inkadinkado holiday set and the gold emboss just melts beautifully!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4700876041891535011-642593975927836713?l=in-my-moments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://in-my-moments.blogspot.com/feeds/642593975927836713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4700876041891535011&amp;postID=642593975927836713&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700876041891535011/posts/default/642593975927836713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700876041891535011/posts/default/642593975927836713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-my-moments.blogspot.com/2010/11/holiday-trumpet.html' title='Holiday trumpet...'/><author><name>Yosha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17638536298999351055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TRZuq8R9dpI/AAAAAAAADH4/WD92ZmBaOZw/S220/rome1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TOqBe9rultI/AAAAAAAADDg/dM7ALeLnC8o/s72-c/9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4700876041891535011.post-1823960085041810203</id><published>2010-11-12T01:56:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-12T01:56:00.107-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cards'/><title type='text'>Simple...</title><content type='html'>Every year I tell myself that I will keeps the cards simple and every year I seem to spend hours on one card. Not that it really shows in the final product. But this year I am a bit crunched for time. Things can't get any simpler than this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TNmLYRXdZ6I/AAAAAAAADDY/5n2pfAIbntk/s1600/c3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537610465923655586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 270px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TNmLYRXdZ6I/AAAAAAAADDY/5n2pfAIbntk/s400/c3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4700876041891535011-1823960085041810203?l=in-my-moments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://in-my-moments.blogspot.com/feeds/1823960085041810203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4700876041891535011&amp;postID=1823960085041810203&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700876041891535011/posts/default/1823960085041810203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700876041891535011/posts/default/1823960085041810203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-my-moments.blogspot.com/2010/11/simple_12.html' title='Simple...'/><author><name>Yosha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17638536298999351055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TRZuq8R9dpI/AAAAAAAADH4/WD92ZmBaOZw/S220/rome1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TNmLYRXdZ6I/AAAAAAAADDY/5n2pfAIbntk/s72-c/c3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4700876041891535011.post-6511948856361965433</id><published>2010-11-09T12:43:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-09T12:50:13.831-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cards'/><title type='text'>An angel?</title><content type='html'>Not me the card!  I bought this set mostly for this image.  I like to it with gold embossing at some point...for this particular one I am not too thrilled with the background.  Starting again is painful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TNmIgCurCSI/AAAAAAAADDI/PvezIAShQtM/s1600/c1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537607300898556194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 344px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TNmIgCurCSI/AAAAAAAADDI/PvezIAShQtM/s400/c1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I actually like the background in this, a teeny bit too busy but I can live with it.  It's the other bits I am not sure I can live with...thought the coffee cup articulates my current philosophy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TNmIfqV7SBI/AAAAAAAADDA/T06Q11FbhjU/s1600/c2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537607294352312338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 246px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TNmIfqV7SBI/AAAAAAAADDA/T06Q11FbhjU/s400/c2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; i will add some glitter, glitter makes everything better I find.  But I am saving that till I post it so I don't have to live with glitter residue for the next 6 weeks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4700876041891535011-6511948856361965433?l=in-my-moments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://in-my-moments.blogspot.com/feeds/6511948856361965433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4700876041891535011&amp;postID=6511948856361965433&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700876041891535011/posts/default/6511948856361965433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700876041891535011/posts/default/6511948856361965433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-my-moments.blogspot.com/2010/11/angel.html' title='An angel?'/><author><name>Yosha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17638536298999351055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TRZuq8R9dpI/AAAAAAAADH4/WD92ZmBaOZw/S220/rome1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TNmIgCurCSI/AAAAAAAADDI/PvezIAShQtM/s72-c/c1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4700876041891535011.post-5859814185210609</id><published>2010-11-07T03:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-07T03:15:00.479-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cake'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sky High'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><title type='text'>A big Petit-four...</title><content type='html'>I don't want to jinx anything but I have hope that I may actually work my way through a cookbook.  Don't ask...I've had this unexplainable urge to cook every single recipe in a cookbook.  Hopefully it will be this layer cake book, &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.ca/Sky-High-Irresistible-Triple-Layer-Cakes/dp/0811854485/ref=sr_1_2?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;qid=1288660998&amp;amp;sr=8-2"&gt;Sky High&lt;/a&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TM9mcBJx0hI/AAAAAAAADC4/qM89sx3FvF0/s1600/c1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534755098593448466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 273px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TM9mcBJx0hI/AAAAAAAADC4/qM89sx3FvF0/s400/c1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The latest cake was for one of my dearest friend's bday. Let me just say, pear jam, home made marzipan, dark chocolate and almond cake!  In an effort to save on the calories I only glazed the top.  Though a teeny tiny bit dry (next time will have to remember to spray syrup!) the  cake was fantastic, even if I say so myself.   I hope she thought so too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TM9mbyllOZI/AAAAAAAADCw/leIg8Tuw4fE/s1600/c2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534755094683531666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 231px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TM9mbyllOZI/AAAAAAAADCw/leIg8Tuw4fE/s400/c2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to make this again, though I hope that is only after I finish all the recipes.  Oh Max, the mixer, and I are getting along like gangbusters!  (what exactly does that mean?!!!)  He/it is enough to mix and fluff away while I do other stuff.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4700876041891535011-5859814185210609?l=in-my-moments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://in-my-moments.blogspot.com/feeds/5859814185210609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4700876041891535011&amp;postID=5859814185210609&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700876041891535011/posts/default/5859814185210609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700876041891535011/posts/default/5859814185210609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-my-moments.blogspot.com/2010/11/big-petit-four.html' title='A big Petit-four...'/><author><name>Yosha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17638536298999351055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TRZuq8R9dpI/AAAAAAAADH4/WD92ZmBaOZw/S220/rome1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TM9mcBJx0hI/AAAAAAAADC4/qM89sx3FvF0/s72-c/c1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4700876041891535011.post-5855778745821979931</id><published>2010-11-05T04:01:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-11-05T04:01:00.272-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Not a card'/><title type='text'>1st Shawl...done!</title><content type='html'>It took a while, but I finally finished the shawl I started crocheting...umm...XX months ago!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TM9jqhjRU-I/AAAAAAAADCo/1oJ-hehn_oE/s1600/c1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534752049273590754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 258px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TM9jqhjRU-I/AAAAAAAADCo/1oJ-hehn_oE/s400/c1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; On the plus side I am less than a month late for my aunt's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;bday&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TM9jqkV39bI/AAAAAAAADCg/hjBDjiHgGSE/s1600/c2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534752050022708658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 329px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TM9jqkV39bI/AAAAAAAADCg/hjBDjiHgGSE/s400/c2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is a record for me...everyone knows my gift policy is +/- 6months...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TM9jqWyh5sI/AAAAAAAADCY/A-L-fvgrpT4/s1600/c3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534752046384801474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 261px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TM9jqWyh5sI/AAAAAAAADCY/A-L-fvgrpT4/s400/c3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4700876041891535011-5855778745821979931?l=in-my-moments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://in-my-moments.blogspot.com/feeds/5855778745821979931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4700876041891535011&amp;postID=5855778745821979931&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700876041891535011/posts/default/5855778745821979931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700876041891535011/posts/default/5855778745821979931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-my-moments.blogspot.com/2010/11/1st-shawldone.html' title='1st Shawl...done!'/><author><name>Yosha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17638536298999351055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TRZuq8R9dpI/AAAAAAAADH4/WD92ZmBaOZw/S220/rome1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TM9jqhjRU-I/AAAAAAAADCo/1oJ-hehn_oE/s72-c/c1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4700876041891535011.post-3267375589875505925</id><published>2010-11-03T04:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-11-03T04:48:00.565-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Out and about'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cards'/><title type='text'>First Snow and X-mas Line up...</title><content type='html'>For all of you that keeps asking me (you know who you are!) yes Ottawa had it's first snow storm Oct 30 2010...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TM9gJ5f8MDI/AAAAAAAADCQ/6X4SoOerWtA/s1600/snow1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534748190231506994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TM9gJ5f8MDI/AAAAAAAADCQ/6X4SoOerWtA/s400/snow1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Apparently 6 cm...though it should be melted by the end of the week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TM9gJdEA8FI/AAAAAAAADCI/P-HjxmFjRw8/s1600/snow2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534748182598185042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TM9gJdEA8FI/AAAAAAAADCI/P-HjxmFjRw8/s400/snow2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; On the plus side got me in the mood for x-mas cards...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TM9gJAckbkI/AAAAAAAADCA/-y_x3e_9aIk/s1600/s1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534748174916546114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 334px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TM9gJAckbkI/AAAAAAAADCA/-y_x3e_9aIk/s400/s1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; About time...I have a month left with 30+ cards to go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TM9gIrP32QI/AAAAAAAADB4/xfoCFuETLWE/s1600/s3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534748169226148098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 298px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TM9gIrP32QI/AAAAAAAADB4/xfoCFuETLWE/s400/s3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; For this particular set I really like the B&amp;amp;W with the red...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TM9gIfxuTxI/AAAAAAAADBw/-jEYK0e6bOU/s1600/s4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534748166146903826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 323px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TM9gIfxuTxI/AAAAAAAADBw/-jEYK0e6bOU/s400/s4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4700876041891535011-3267375589875505925?l=in-my-moments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://in-my-moments.blogspot.com/feeds/3267375589875505925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4700876041891535011&amp;postID=3267375589875505925&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700876041891535011/posts/default/3267375589875505925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700876041891535011/posts/default/3267375589875505925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-my-moments.blogspot.com/2010/11/first-snow-and-x-mas-line-up.html' title='First Snow and X-mas Line up...'/><author><name>Yosha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17638536298999351055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TRZuq8R9dpI/AAAAAAAADH4/WD92ZmBaOZw/S220/rome1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TM9gJ5f8MDI/AAAAAAAADCQ/6X4SoOerWtA/s72-c/snow1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4700876041891535011.post-7461754082579271445</id><published>2010-11-01T20:31:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-11-01T20:56:32.785-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cards'/><title type='text'>Up up and away...</title><content type='html'>I needed a card to wish a friend well on her new job. Finally a good time to pull out my crafy stuff and sit down! Although the return was way too slow...many many mistakes plus 2hr later I had this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TM9cRTK4M2I/AAAAAAAADBo/1W_GnejgQNk/s1600/Card1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534743919335060322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 321px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TM9cRTK4M2I/AAAAAAAADBo/1W_GnejgQNk/s400/Card1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I am not thrilled with this but not bad...if the 3D cut out was a bit more balloonish and less freaky eye, I would have been happier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TM9cQ7pIZ7I/AAAAAAAADBg/rkaKHT5Xn7s/s1600/card2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534743913019500466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TM9cQ7pIZ7I/AAAAAAAADBg/rkaKHT5Xn7s/s400/card2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; One card down, 30 or more x-mas cards to start...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TM9cQlu8_lI/AAAAAAAADBY/ZXi0UbE3v1I/s1600/card3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534743907138338386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 260px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TM9cQlu8_lI/AAAAAAAADBY/ZXi0UbE3v1I/s400/card3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4700876041891535011-7461754082579271445?l=in-my-moments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://in-my-moments.blogspot.com/feeds/7461754082579271445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4700876041891535011&amp;postID=7461754082579271445&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700876041891535011/posts/default/7461754082579271445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700876041891535011/posts/default/7461754082579271445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-my-moments.blogspot.com/2010/11/up-up-and-away.html' title='Up up and away...'/><author><name>Yosha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17638536298999351055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TRZuq8R9dpI/AAAAAAAADH4/WD92ZmBaOZw/S220/rome1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TM9cRTK4M2I/AAAAAAAADBo/1W_GnejgQNk/s72-c/Card1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4700876041891535011.post-353835404518412053</id><published>2010-10-25T08:12:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T08:34:46.872-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><title type='text'>Dill Bread...</title><content type='html'>I had told myself no more buying bread once in my new place, it will be all home made.  Of course I never planned to stick to this, this was the equivalent of I won't eat chocolate for a week, well after I finish this piece and the couple of bars in the cupboard. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TMV0lH2iarI/AAAAAAAADA4/XNZNLBndL5g/s1600/bread.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531955898406300338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TMV0lH2iarI/AAAAAAAADA4/XNZNLBndL5g/s400/bread.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Surprisingly, a month into my new place, after my first loaf (my mom bought it!  Really.)  I have stuck to the no commercial bread policy!  But I have friends coming to dinner this week so needed to get cracking with Max (the mixer)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TMV0hJ7cdrI/AAAAAAAADAw/tCUYmn5Fdak/s1600/bread0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531955830244275890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 298px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TMV0hJ7cdrI/AAAAAAAADAw/tCUYmn5Fdak/s400/bread0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I attempted the Dill bread from Joy of Cooking but with pictures from &lt;a href="http://smittenkitchen.com/2007/02/for-beaming-bewitching-breads/"&gt;Smitten Kitchen&lt;/a&gt;.  It took some coaxing but the bread finally rose, all nice and pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TMV0bEfYHUI/AAAAAAAADAo/QrxFFSv5HD4/s1600/bread1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531955725705157954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 273px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TMV0bEfYHUI/AAAAAAAADAo/QrxFFSv5HD4/s400/bread1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; In the end, the bread was okay but nothing fantastic though.  i thought with all that dill and onion there would be good flavours.  But it was just an okay loaf of bread. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TMV0XVUQAII/AAAAAAAADAg/Wt8ctNu0MwU/s1600/bread3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531955661502414978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 314px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TMV0XVUQAII/AAAAAAAADAg/Wt8ctNu0MwU/s400/bread3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Back to the drawing board...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4700876041891535011-353835404518412053?l=in-my-moments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://in-my-moments.blogspot.com/feeds/353835404518412053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4700876041891535011&amp;postID=353835404518412053&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700876041891535011/posts/default/353835404518412053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700876041891535011/posts/default/353835404518412053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-my-moments.blogspot.com/2010/10/dill-bread.html' title='Dill Bread...'/><author><name>Yosha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17638536298999351055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TRZuq8R9dpI/AAAAAAAADH4/WD92ZmBaOZw/S220/rome1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TMV0lH2iarI/AAAAAAAADA4/XNZNLBndL5g/s72-c/bread.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4700876041891535011.post-8922080381680310938</id><published>2010-10-23T05:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-23T05:24:00.288-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cake'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><title type='text'>Apple Sauce Cake...</title><content type='html'>One of my aunts had a birthday early October, making it the perfect time to put Max into action, use up some of the apples, then pretend the cake is a bit "healthy!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TLkQNuG1M6I/AAAAAAAAC9A/FsyFA3YywTc/s1600/max.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528467845475021730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TLkQNuG1M6I/AAAAAAAAC9A/FsyFA3YywTc/s400/max.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; In a number of firsts, I also pulled out the cake stand I got for my bday last year (do my friends know me or what?! Though I've known this particular frend for...urmm...15+ years. Yeah we are not counting anymore!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TLkP-U2YphI/AAAAAAAAC84/hucWfOcvT2g/s1600/max2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528467580997117458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 349px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TLkP-U2YphI/AAAAAAAAC84/hucWfOcvT2g/s400/max2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I had a bit of an issue getting this cake to bake up well. I pulle it out, laid it on the rack, realized despite testing it was still a bit raw, managed to get it back into the pan and bake again. Amazingly after all this it was still very moist (thank you apple sauce!) and light (thank you Max!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TLkPMsZhhsI/AAAAAAAAC8o/O-USuVe1DOM/s1600/max3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528466728325056194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TLkPMsZhhsI/AAAAAAAAC8o/O-USuVe1DOM/s400/max3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Recipe to follow....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4700876041891535011-8922080381680310938?l=in-my-moments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://in-my-moments.blogspot.com/feeds/8922080381680310938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4700876041891535011&amp;postID=8922080381680310938&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700876041891535011/posts/default/8922080381680310938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700876041891535011/posts/default/8922080381680310938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-my-moments.blogspot.com/2010/10/apple-sauce-cake.html' title='Apple Sauce Cake...'/><author><name>Yosha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17638536298999351055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TRZuq8R9dpI/AAAAAAAADH4/WD92ZmBaOZw/S220/rome1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TLkQNuG1M6I/AAAAAAAAC9A/FsyFA3YywTc/s72-c/max.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4700876041891535011.post-8566979521235655082</id><published>2010-10-20T01:07:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-21T10:05:35.122-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Out and about'/><title type='text'>Autumn in Ottawa 2010...</title><content type='html'>I LOVE LOVE LOVE Autumn. Not so much what comes after but live for the moment right?! I am not sure why (I've been meaning to google) but the autumn colours this year in Ontario has been freaking fantastic! We went for a family hike and I went a bit snap happy. Sadly I didn't get to see the red leaves I wanted to, but the yellow/orange with the blue sky was still amazing. Here's a mini (yet yes probably too many) look...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TLkZ1qdEHcI/AAAAAAAADAY/npPvPh_5id0/s1600/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528478427293949378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TLkZ1qdEHcI/AAAAAAAADAY/npPvPh_5id0/s400/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TLkZtvhY-1I/AAAAAAAADAQ/1SKxJly44t4/s1600/10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528478291215317842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TLkZtvhY-1I/AAAAAAAADAQ/1SKxJly44t4/s400/10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TLkZtYhFxSI/AAAAAAAADAI/VXSNNsQHgMU/s1600/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528478285040043298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TLkZtYhFxSI/AAAAAAAADAI/VXSNNsQHgMU/s400/2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TLkZtVVFxnI/AAAAAAAADAA/FvohHCCpm3w/s1600/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528478284184405618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TLkZtVVFxnI/AAAAAAAADAA/FvohHCCpm3w/s400/3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TLkZs9aYxpI/AAAAAAAAC_4/jG5kDXISJQY/s1600/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528478277764171410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TLkZs9aYxpI/AAAAAAAAC_4/jG5kDXISJQY/s400/4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TLkZsqgpgEI/AAAAAAAAC_w/FF9K3WEPilw/s1600/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528478272690159682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TLkZsqgpgEI/AAAAAAAAC_w/FF9K3WEPilw/s400/5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TLkY55N-MKI/AAAAAAAAC_o/2z6bdopvUrc/s1600/9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528477400465027234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TLkY55N-MKI/AAAAAAAAC_o/2z6bdopvUrc/s400/9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TLkY5PkRc1I/AAAAAAAAC_Y/azXHEhTa_qk/s1600/13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528477389284275026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TLkY5PkRc1I/AAAAAAAAC_Y/azXHEhTa_qk/s400/13.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TLkY49BazbI/AAAAAAAAC_Q/soRLcNULEfE/s1600/14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528477384306249138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TLkY49BazbI/AAAAAAAAC_Q/soRLcNULEfE/s400/14.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TLkY4gxINvI/AAAAAAAAC_I/D2zI37VPoNY/s1600/15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528477376721729266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TLkY4gxINvI/AAAAAAAAC_I/D2zI37VPoNY/s400/15.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TLkYAgDQqwI/AAAAAAAAC_A/3epTJke2JSA/s1600/16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528476414456670978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TLkYAgDQqwI/AAAAAAAAC_A/3epTJke2JSA/s400/16.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TLkYAdvGeQI/AAAAAAAAC-4/_QiRsnO8-KE/s1600/17.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528476413835245826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TLkYAdvGeQI/AAAAAAAAC-4/_QiRsnO8-KE/s400/17.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TLkX_3bFQRI/AAAAAAAAC-w/HgDoW5OS7uE/s1600/18.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528476403550732562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TLkX_3bFQRI/AAAAAAAAC-w/HgDoW5OS7uE/s400/18.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TLkX_6odSrI/AAAAAAAAC-o/n-SWJef7p5o/s1600/19.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528476404412140210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TLkX_6odSrI/AAAAAAAAC-o/n-SWJef7p5o/s400/19.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TLkX_gjZRdI/AAAAAAAAC-g/kH17AhQBxlw/s1600/20.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528476397411583442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TLkX_gjZRdI/AAAAAAAAC-g/kH17AhQBxlw/s400/20.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TLkXNq6ukFI/AAAAAAAAC9Y/FInlzIjLblY/s1600/28.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528475541200343122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TLkXNq6ukFI/AAAAAAAAC9Y/FInlzIjLblY/s400/28.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TLkW_LZ-baI/AAAAAAAAC9I/4jsNcUNW9eM/s1600/30.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528475292223303074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TLkW_LZ-baI/AAAAAAAAC9I/4jsNcUNW9eM/s400/30.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 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Easiest and fastest option seemed to be apple sauce and apple butter.  I spent a couple of nights peeling, coring, and chopping apples (isn't my life full of adventure!)  Threw it all into a slow cooker with cinnamon, nutmeg, bit of apple juice and a vanilla bean.  Overnight made apple sauce, 8 or more hours on low heat made apple butter!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All this maybe used up half a bushel of apples.  I branched out to pies.  I used the dough from &lt;a href="http://www.kayotic.nl/blog/chocolate-apple-pie"&gt;this recipe&lt;/a&gt; with slight changes.  It's not the typical flaky North American crust.  But in some ways I prefer this crust.  It is definitely "healthier" than the flaky crust.  It actually makes for a very smooth, supple dough and super easy to work with!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TLkCOCFlWyI/AAAAAAAAC8Y/-fCrSOlFWng/s1600/Pie0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528452457675709218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 234px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TLkCOCFlWyI/AAAAAAAAC8Y/-fCrSOlFWng/s400/Pie0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Tried a lattice for the first time!  Came out okay I think, next time thinner strips eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TLkCIwqTsoI/AAAAAAAAC8Q/aZ0fKGZXZg8/s1600/Pie1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528452367098557058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 336px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TLkCIwqTsoI/AAAAAAAAC8Q/aZ0fKGZXZg8/s400/Pie1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I tried mini pies using silicone muffin inserts.  They came out super well and I plan on trying this with a muffin tin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TLkCC0gZJ8I/AAAAAAAAC8I/PSMxQKZp8EQ/s1600/Pie2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528452265051498434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 269px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TLkCC0gZJ8I/AAAAAAAAC8I/PSMxQKZp8EQ/s400/Pie2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Recipe with changes as follows:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dough:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;1.5  cup flour&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4.5 oz butter (125 gr, just over 1/2 cup) at room temp&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2 tbsp granulated sugar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1/2 tsp vanilla extract&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 tbsp cold water&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2 eggs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Apple stuffing:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;7 medium apples (about 27oz – 750gr)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 tsp cinnamon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1/2 tsp nutmeg&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1/4-1/2 tsp cloves&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lime&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Apple sauce &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sugar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* Combine butter and flour.  Add all other ingredients.  Mix/knead till supple.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* Roll dough, transfer to pan, muffin tins.  Refrigerate rolled dough with pan and remaining crust for 30 mins.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Pre heat for 375 deg F.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Peel, chop apples, toss with spices.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Pour and sort apples on to the crust.  Sprinkle couple of tbsp of apple sauce on top.  My theory is that the apple sauce will help the apples soften a bit.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* Roll out top crust, place on pan.  Brush top crust with egg white and sprinkle some sugar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* Bake for 35-40 min till crust is crispy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4700876041891535011-4308013882383089765?l=in-my-moments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://in-my-moments.blogspot.com/feeds/4308013882383089765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4700876041891535011&amp;postID=4308013882383089765&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700876041891535011/posts/default/4308013882383089765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700876041891535011/posts/default/4308013882383089765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-my-moments.blogspot.com/2010/10/not-typical-apple-pie.html' title='Not the typical Apple Pie...'/><author><name>Yosha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17638536298999351055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TRZuq8R9dpI/AAAAAAAADH4/WD92ZmBaOZw/S220/rome1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TLkCOCFlWyI/AAAAAAAAC8Y/-fCrSOlFWng/s72-c/Pie0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4700876041891535011.post-5464123574443351655</id><published>2010-10-15T21:08:00.010-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-15T21:35:28.010-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Out and about'/><title type='text'>Apples...</title><content type='html'>A couple of weeks ago...well sheesh practically a month ago, we picked the perfect chilly, rainy-ish day to pick apples...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TLj8BYccOKI/AAAAAAAAC8A/hQXynCE_U_M/s1600/a6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528445643269093538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TLj8BYccOKI/AAAAAAAAC8A/hQXynCE_U_M/s400/a6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The first place we visited didn't spray their apples and some sort of thing had infected the apples (aren't I the well informed nature girl!) Apparently what ever it was, was only skin deep and was perfectly safe. Though I got a second opinion on practically 80% of the apples I picked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TLj7642nB3I/AAAAAAAAC74/WlPNb0FjzWU/s1600/a2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528445531709704050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TLj7642nB3I/AAAAAAAAC74/WlPNb0FjzWU/s400/a2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We also went on what turned out to be the last day of apple picking. So as they say the pickings were slim!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TLj71QgndVI/AAAAAAAAC7w/_EoC5KZZsJc/s1600/a1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528445434980693330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TLj71QgndVI/AAAAAAAAC7w/_EoC5KZZsJc/s400/a1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Four legged neighbours poked their heads into see the progress...all right fine, we may have bribed them with some apples. But aren't they cute? Cuter since they didn't &lt;a href="http://in-my-moments.blogspot.com/2010/06/tis-season.html"&gt;chase me&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TLj7gcRErKI/AAAAAAAAC7g/V4vF0GvDORk/s1600/a4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528445077359471778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TLj7gcRErKI/AAAAAAAAC7g/V4vF0GvDORk/s400/a4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Still we managed to pick a full bushel of apples and let the poor guy tow it around!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TLj7V219gZI/AAAAAAAAC7Y/0-2qkkHJo0k/s1600/a3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528444895514952082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 359px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TLj7V219gZI/AAAAAAAAC7Y/0-2qkkHJo0k/s400/a3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; All right full disclosure, I may have only picked about 1/2 of my bag. But it wasn't my fault...the camera is very distracting and the trees kept attacking me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TLj7NDbS15I/AAAAAAAAC7Q/nbE_PY-58Hk/s1600/a5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528444744273942418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 346px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TLj7NDbS15I/AAAAAAAAC7Q/nbE_PY-58Hk/s400/a5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So half a bushel of apples all for me. My future (now past) was full of apple sauce, apple butter, apple pie and apple cake! Stay tuned... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4700876041891535011-5464123574443351655?l=in-my-moments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://in-my-moments.blogspot.com/feeds/5464123574443351655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4700876041891535011&amp;postID=5464123574443351655&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700876041891535011/posts/default/5464123574443351655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700876041891535011/posts/default/5464123574443351655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-my-moments.blogspot.com/2010/10/apples.html' title='Apples...'/><author><name>Yosha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17638536298999351055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TRZuq8R9dpI/AAAAAAAADH4/WD92ZmBaOZw/S220/rome1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TLj8BYccOKI/AAAAAAAAC8A/hQXynCE_U_M/s72-c/a6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4700876041891535011.post-3740177233646612800</id><published>2010-09-24T13:19:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-24T13:27:01.629-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Out and about'/><title type='text'>Back to the land of the grown ups...</title><content type='html'>The parents kitchen has been some what quiet (at least with regard to me!) and will remain so because I have, well almost, moved!  Yup that’s right my own four walls and tall ceiling! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TJzewel9ojI/AAAAAAAAC7I/-B3zfWig0-U/s1600/main+room2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520532167676764722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 386px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TJzewel9ojI/AAAAAAAAC7I/-B3zfWig0-U/s400/main+room2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This time around I’ve been some what reluctant to live in my place until it is clean, neat and organized.  Maybe because I have the option or maybe because the new TV season is starting and I am once again a hopeless addict.  But I am finally ready.  I have isolated the remaining mess to the guest room/craft room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TJzeU_cwERI/AAAAAAAAC7A/FQ52OGNsDBY/s1600/2nd+bedrm+aka+craft+rm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520531695460159762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TJzeU_cwERI/AAAAAAAAC7A/FQ52OGNsDBY/s400/2nd+bedrm+aka+craft+rm.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; But really what you are interested in is the kitchen right?!  When I first saw it I moaned that it was teeny tiny but I am a bit more used to it.  I still moan at the lack of counter space and ugly fluorescent lighting...but hey my very own space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TJzd68dEoiI/AAAAAAAAC64/XFs1mE7LTd4/s1600/Max+uncovered.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520531247979602466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TJzd68dEoiI/AAAAAAAAC64/XFs1mE7LTd4/s400/Max+uncovered.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; But more importantly meet Max – the mixer my parents got for me a couple of years ago and have sat in a box for a couple of years (3-4?!) “until I got my own place!”  Have I used him you might ask?!  No don’t be silly, it took years to open the box, it will take a couple of weeks to actually turn on the power.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TJzd05mtBjI/AAAAAAAAC6w/kvChe3aNsXM/s1600/Meet+Max.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520531144135476786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TJzd05mtBjI/AAAAAAAAC6w/kvChe3aNsXM/s400/Meet+Max.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though maybe this weekend.   There is an apple cake I really want to try out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4700876041891535011-3740177233646612800?l=in-my-moments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://in-my-moments.blogspot.com/feeds/3740177233646612800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4700876041891535011&amp;postID=3740177233646612800&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700876041891535011/posts/default/3740177233646612800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700876041891535011/posts/default/3740177233646612800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-my-moments.blogspot.com/2010/09/back-to-land-of-grown-ups.html' title='Back to the land of the grown ups...'/><author><name>Yosha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17638536298999351055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TRZuq8R9dpI/AAAAAAAADH4/WD92ZmBaOZw/S220/rome1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TJzewel9ojI/AAAAAAAAC7I/-B3zfWig0-U/s72-c/main+room2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4700876041891535011.post-1648647074508200132</id><published>2010-09-01T09:37:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-11-01T21:17:06.947-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cake'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sky High'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><title type='text'>Bit of a Ginger, Chiffon, Key Lime disaster...</title><content type='html'>It was my father's birthday a couple of weekend's ago. I searched around for a recipe that is light, not too sweet and not chocolate. Seriously. The man doesn't like chocolate. I am tempted to say I am adopted but his genes are pretty well imprinted on me.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/THW9uKZoOTI/AAAAAAAAC6g/wojwykiQL0g/s1600/cake1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509518319921150258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 325px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/THW9uKZoOTI/AAAAAAAAC6g/wojwykiQL0g/s400/cake1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So we settled on a Ginger Chiffon cake with Key Lime curd. Everything was good till, you know, I started baking! Actually that whole weekend was a bit of a baking fiasco!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/THW9lgerl4I/AAAAAAAAC6Y/einBNrliJ8I/s1600/CC.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509518171229099906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 186px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/THW9lgerl4I/AAAAAAAAC6Y/einBNrliJ8I/s400/CC.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; First we held back on the ginger. Mom and I agreed 2 tblsp of fresh ginger would be too strong. FYI there is a reason why we don't have a cook book out there. Two I used my 9in diameter, 1in (maybe 1.5in) deep cake pan for the chiffon instead of the newly bought 8in dia, 3 in deep cake pans. Yes stupidity has no bounds. So the cake rose beautifully and w/o support on the sides just flopped! FLOPPED I tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/THW9ZzFmReI/AAAAAAAAC6Q/TJUBRGe3OBM/s1600/cc1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509517970065737186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/THW9ZzFmReI/AAAAAAAAC6Q/TJUBRGe3OBM/s400/cc1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The curd was good except I burned it a bit (I have issues with custard like things!) and had to make a second batch since one batch was good only for one layer. Might have been a sunken cake issue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/THW9RoEY8oI/AAAAAAAAC6I/80hRJgI8GSE/s1600/cc2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509517829668926082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/THW9RoEY8oI/AAAAAAAAC6I/80hRJgI8GSE/s400/cc2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I skipped the buttercream and just topped with more curd, but jeez how ugly could a cake get?!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/THW9G4ovzAI/AAAAAAAAC6A/HgDFonqU_0Y/s1600/cake.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509517645137824770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/THW9G4ovzAI/AAAAAAAAC6A/HgDFonqU_0Y/s400/cake.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; On the upside it did taste good. Obviously couldn't taste the ginger, but the cake was pretty light and the curd was good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/THW87FL8rgI/AAAAAAAAC54/ogiKIA9H3qQ/s1600/cake+slice.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509517442348264962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 254px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/THW87FL8rgI/AAAAAAAAC54/ogiKIA9H3qQ/s400/cake+slice.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I will try this again, there is very good potential for this cake (yes even in my hands!) The recipe is from &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.ca/Sky-High-Irresistible-Triple-Layer-Cakes/dp/0811854485/ref=sr_1_3?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1283274182&amp;amp;sr=8-3"&gt;Sky High&lt;/a&gt; (highly recommend the book) but can also be found out and about the net, &lt;a href="http://sugareverythingnice.blogspot.com/2010/08/ginger-chiffon-cake-with-key-lime-curd.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://thiswifebakes.blogspot.com/2009/08/ginger-chiffon-cake-with-key-lime-curd.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4700876041891535011-1648647074508200132?l=in-my-moments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://in-my-moments.blogspot.com/feeds/1648647074508200132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4700876041891535011&amp;postID=1648647074508200132&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700876041891535011/posts/default/1648647074508200132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700876041891535011/posts/default/1648647074508200132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-my-moments.blogspot.com/2010/08/bit-of-ginger-chiffon-key-lime-disaster.html' title='Bit of a Ginger, Chiffon, Key Lime disaster...'/><author><name>Yosha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17638536298999351055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TRZuq8R9dpI/AAAAAAAADH4/WD92ZmBaOZw/S220/rome1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/THW9uKZoOTI/AAAAAAAAC6g/wojwykiQL0g/s72-c/cake1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4700876041891535011.post-8578452016189150376</id><published>2010-08-26T06:20:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-11-01T21:18:18.973-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cake'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sky High'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><title type='text'>90 dollar cake...</title><content type='html'>My little brother's work auctioned off cakes to raise funds for Cancer research. After much debating we settled on the Lemon-Blueberry cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/THWz2IltuJI/AAAAAAAAC5w/pLNhwMKelAg/s1600/c1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509507461757646994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 243px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/THWz2IltuJI/AAAAAAAAC5w/pLNhwMKelAg/s400/c1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Filling was a home-made blueberry-lemon-ginger jam. As I was piling on the jam I wondered how to stop it from ooozing out. Luckily just before I layered the second cake I remembered the icing dam which probably saved the day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/THWz1y9DQ6I/AAAAAAAAC5o/RxVy_to9QqM/s1600/c2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509507455949947810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 322px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/THWz1y9DQ6I/AAAAAAAAC5o/RxVy_to9QqM/s400/c2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I had extra icing so went a little crazy with the stars. Not quite what I imagined but not bad eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/THWzotZvHAI/AAAAAAAAC5Y/mXN57jkuyaI/s1600/c4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509507231121349634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 363px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/THWzotZvHAI/AAAAAAAAC5Y/mXN57jkuyaI/s400/c4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;I was quite happy with the buttercream this time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/THWzn58Yf_I/AAAAAAAAC5I/1rVd6tsZaPk/s1600/c6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509507217308024818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 303px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/THWzn58Yf_I/AAAAAAAAC5I/1rVd6tsZaPk/s400/c6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I wish the cake could have been a bit smoother, I am blaming my missing spatula on this. And yes there is a story behind the sign!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/THWzndydqjI/AAAAAAAAC5A/yfMZjw3aKJw/s1600/c7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509507209750227506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 390px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/THWzndydqjI/AAAAAAAAC5A/yfMZjw3aKJw/s400/c7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End of long story, the cake was bought for $90, only the second highest bid though. My cake's bum was kicked by another bought for $105 split between 20 some people. I bet it was chocolate...I would have bid on chocolate too! But the ladies who bought this sem to have enjoyed it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4700876041891535011-8578452016189150376?l=in-my-moments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://in-my-moments.blogspot.com/feeds/8578452016189150376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4700876041891535011&amp;postID=8578452016189150376&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700876041891535011/posts/default/8578452016189150376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700876041891535011/posts/default/8578452016189150376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-my-moments.blogspot.com/2010/08/90-dollar-cake.html' title='90 dollar cake...'/><author><name>Yosha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17638536298999351055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TRZuq8R9dpI/AAAAAAAADH4/WD92ZmBaOZw/S220/rome1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/THWz2IltuJI/AAAAAAAAC5w/pLNhwMKelAg/s72-c/c1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4700876041891535011.post-4690534886393734705</id><published>2010-08-24T09:47:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-24T13:37:12.269-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><title type='text'>Tarts...</title><content type='html'>Imagine you are throwing a BBQ for 30 or so people.  You get the brilliant idea to make mini butter tarts.  These are great two or three bite finger food.  Plus they are super cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/THPNoICQ0yI/AAAAAAAAC4Q/2SJoI9jp_Sk/s1600/tarts.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508972858439684898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/THPNoICQ0yI/AAAAAAAAC4Q/2SJoI9jp_Sk/s400/tarts.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I am a huge believer in cute food, unless of course it tastes SO good that the appearance means nothing.  In these cases ugly might be a plus, more for you.  But I digress…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/THPNnm0P9JI/AAAAAAAAC4A/FwQAkJpd-R8/s1600/t3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508972849522537618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 345px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/THPNnm0P9JI/AAAAAAAAC4A/FwQAkJpd-R8/s400/t3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So yes you are all jazzed to make these tarts.  Spend hours on research to find the perfect recipe, because you lost the kickass recipe your friend gave you for Christmas.  Quest - a good recipe sans corn syrup, because despite the commercial where happy people are frolicking in a park eating corn syrup based food you still think it is worse for you than straight up sugar. But again I digress…thus far you have – a good recipe, check.  Ingredients, check (after a market rush to buy flour, seriously what kind of baker doesn’t have pastry flour in the house?!) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/THPNb2jFDkI/AAAAAAAAC34/YoQn4ml8Rjk/s1600/t4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508972647587057218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 397px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/THPNb2jFDkI/AAAAAAAAC34/YoQn4ml8Rjk/s400/t4.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Then you realize you don’t have the 24 qty mini muffin pan.  After all your pan is in one of the many boxes waiting for moving day and you didn’t make it to your friends to borrow hers.  This is where my weekend fiasco serves as a lesson.  &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;STOP&lt;/span&gt;, make the drive to your friends or the shop and buy a 24 qty mini muffin pan.  Two pans will not be too much and baking 100 some tarts 12 at a time is freaking insane! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508972855474274258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 237px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/THPNn8_QP9I/AAAAAAAAC4I/qlyV-7_IOPE/s400/t2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4700876041891535011-4690534886393734705?l=in-my-moments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://in-my-moments.blogspot.com/feeds/4690534886393734705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4700876041891535011&amp;postID=4690534886393734705&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700876041891535011/posts/default/4690534886393734705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700876041891535011/posts/default/4690534886393734705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-my-moments.blogspot.com/2010/08/tarts.html' title='Tarts...'/><author><name>Yosha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17638536298999351055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TRZuq8R9dpI/AAAAAAAADH4/WD92ZmBaOZw/S220/rome1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/THPNoICQ0yI/AAAAAAAAC4Q/2SJoI9jp_Sk/s72-c/tarts.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4700876041891535011.post-1729295652290646629</id><published>2010-08-17T12:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-17T12:55:27.462-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cake'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><title type='text'>Edible Faces aka Cake Pops...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.bakerella.com/category/pops-bites/"&gt;Cake Pops&lt;/a&gt;. Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TGnb7X7ubsI/AAAAAAAAC3Q/9y5muEtWbF8/s1600/cp8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506173832520429250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 254px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TGnb7X7ubsI/AAAAAAAAC3Q/9y5muEtWbF8/s400/cp8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;How brilliant is this concept. It is small enough to eat in a few bites but big enough to satisfy your sweet tooth! I have been coveting this forever. FYI Bakerella- if your page view count went up by a couple of thousand the last couple of months…well that’s me. Clicking on this recipe weekly, no daily, no hourly…maybe not that bad, but definitely couple of times a day,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to drool, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to plan, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to plot. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just to find an excuse and time to whip this up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TGnaCfas27I/AAAAAAAAC3A/qLwnmCbF8o8/s1600/cp1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506171755765226418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 381px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TGnaCfas27I/AAAAAAAAC3A/qLwnmCbF8o8/s400/cp1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Some how I ended up picking one of my busiest weekends to do this and to top it off started sunday night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TGnaCEY_aVI/AAAAAAAAC24/IIYvh-n5jBM/s1600/cp2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506171748510296402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 395px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TGnaCEY_aVI/AAAAAAAAC24/IIYvh-n5jBM/s400/cp2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The rolling wasn't as easy as I thought. I don't know why I thought it would be easy, after all I have issues making perfectly round meatballs. I used a small ice cream scoop as a starting point, but well let's just say the imperfections add character.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TGnaB7nbtlI/AAAAAAAAC2w/Kh-LKp-ziWg/s1600/cp3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506171746154952274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 309px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TGnaB7nbtlI/AAAAAAAAC2w/Kh-LKp-ziWg/s400/cp3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My second big issue was that I don't have access to edible ink pens. These are the times I miss living in the US. So I tried this gel thing that was meh, I would have prefered something thinner, but the problem is they take time to dry. I didn't have enough styrofoam to stick them in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TGnZwxYWALI/AAAAAAAAC2g/gmBTwKXKbT4/s1600/cp5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506171451349532850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 262px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TGnZwxYWALI/AAAAAAAAC2g/gmBTwKXKbT4/s400/cp5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Plus, I forgot to heed the warning to stick these in just halfway, so my guys started cracking under the pressure aka gravity. Let's not mention the fact that I am supposed to be an structural engineer. I have been mocked enough by these guy. Yes yes they maybe sunny happy faces but their eyes say "hey moron I can't believe you didn't pay attn to basic physics and here I am paying the price for it!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TGnZwNS7A3I/AAAAAAAAC2Q/Ju-y0qJvCdY/s1600/cp7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506171441663116146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 372px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TGnZwNS7A3I/AAAAAAAAC2Q/Ju-y0qJvCdY/s400/cp7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is the point you chomp on them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TGnZJNrWRWI/AAAAAAAAC2A/eoeDCr4beW4/s1600/CP9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506170771750667618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 254px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TGnZJNrWRWI/AAAAAAAAC2A/eoeDCr4beW4/s400/CP9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;with out mercy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506173221240576898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 252px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TGnbXyvQG4I/AAAAAAAAC3I/hyWBmLKc-i4/s400/cp10.jpg" border="0" /&gt; If you attempt these, pay attention to the instructions &lt;a href="http://www.bakerella.com/red-velvet-cake-balls/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.bakerella.com/hope-these-put-a-smile-on-your-face/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; or buy the book here. &lt;em&gt;Yes&lt;/em&gt; there is a &lt;a href="http://www.bakerella.com/cake-pops/"&gt;book&lt;/a&gt;! I am trying to resist (stupid Canadian prices). It's hard cover &lt;em&gt;and &lt;/em&gt;spiral bound. Hey stop taking bets on my downfall.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4700876041891535011-1729295652290646629?l=in-my-moments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://in-my-moments.blogspot.com/feeds/1729295652290646629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4700876041891535011&amp;postID=1729295652290646629&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700876041891535011/posts/default/1729295652290646629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700876041891535011/posts/default/1729295652290646629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-my-moments.blogspot.com/2010/08/edible-faces-aka-cake-pops.html' title='Edible Faces aka Cake Pops...'/><author><name>Yosha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17638536298999351055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TRZuq8R9dpI/AAAAAAAADH4/WD92ZmBaOZw/S220/rome1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TGnb7X7ubsI/AAAAAAAAC3Q/9y5muEtWbF8/s72-c/cp8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4700876041891535011.post-1296038257678516621</id><published>2010-08-16T13:31:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-16T13:31:38.224-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><title type='text'>Zucchini Goat Cheese Tart...</title><content type='html'>This is a bit of a success and failure...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TFyhKDN1q4I/AAAAAAAAC1M/MZB8fSeVjV4/s1600/pie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502450038774016898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 314px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TFyhKDN1q4I/AAAAAAAAC1M/MZB8fSeVjV4/s400/pie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I used the sautéed &lt;a href="http://www.101cookbooks.com/archives/sautaed-zucchini-recipe.html"&gt;Zucchini recipe &lt;/a&gt;from Heidi wrapped it in &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TFyhAV5MLQI/AAAAAAAAC1E/5eLIgmTgnXk/s1600/sautee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502449871988993282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TFyhAV5MLQI/AAAAAAAAC1E/5eLIgmTgnXk/s400/sautee.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the tart base recipe from &lt;a href="http://smittenkitchen.com/2010/05/rustic-rhubarb-tarts/"&gt;Smitten Kitchen &lt;/a&gt;(sans the sugar of course) with a base of goat cheese and topped with toasted almonds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TFygj-v1nLI/AAAAAAAAC08/xl_b7w5USDY/s1600/pie1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502449384739413170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 302px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TFygj-v1nLI/AAAAAAAAC08/xl_b7w5USDY/s400/pie1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It looked pretty...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TFygaRJW0xI/AAAAAAAAC00/m2EAV5pKYfk/s1600/pie2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502449217879593746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TFygaRJW0xI/AAAAAAAAC00/m2EAV5pKYfk/s400/pie2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and after the first one (can you guess which one was first?!) got the hang of wrapping them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TFygS-piDNI/AAAAAAAAC0s/6n0nNztdf8U/s1600/pie3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502449092655189202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 277px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TFygS-piDNI/AAAAAAAAC0s/6n0nNztdf8U/s400/pie3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; But the taste was kind of meh.  The Zucchini sauteed by itself was good, but I think it was a bit to delicate for a rustic type tart base.  I think it really needed the puffy flaky base especially to highlight the goat cheese. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TFygINjzAwI/AAAAAAAAC0k/43X4VH5gNws/s1600/pie4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502448907679105794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 302px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TFygINjzAwI/AAAAAAAAC0k/43X4VH5gNws/s400/pie4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; At some point (probably next Zucchini season!)  i'd like to try this again when I learn how to make puffy flaky pastry!  Oh well eat and learn right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4700876041891535011-1296038257678516621?l=in-my-moments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://in-my-moments.blogspot.com/feeds/1296038257678516621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4700876041891535011&amp;postID=1296038257678516621&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700876041891535011/posts/default/1296038257678516621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700876041891535011/posts/default/1296038257678516621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-my-moments.blogspot.com/2010/08/zucchini-goat-cheese-tart.html' title='Zucchini Goat Cheese Tart...'/><author><name>Yosha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17638536298999351055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TRZuq8R9dpI/AAAAAAAADH4/WD92ZmBaOZw/S220/rome1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TFyhKDN1q4I/AAAAAAAAC1M/MZB8fSeVjV4/s72-c/pie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4700876041891535011.post-875619433177417771</id><published>2010-08-08T19:16:00.014-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-25T14:23:20.962-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Biscuits'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><title type='text'>Smookies...</title><content type='html'>I work in one of the typical sky scraper downtown government buildings with a basement full of food places. Most of it I can easily resist and more often than not I am disappointed at the selection available. But there are days I can't talk myself out of the giant oatmeal cookies topped with cranberries, peanuts, sunflower seeds, pumpkin seeds, and pine nuts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TF9aNdcznpI/AAAAAAAAC1k/CXESTKcypyE/s1600/C3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503216456960286354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 346px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TF9aNdcznpI/AAAAAAAAC1k/CXESTKcypyE/s400/C3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;But here's the thing - I hate the cookie! It is too sweet, sometimes too oily and often it sits in my stomach like a stone all afternoon! I mostly buy it for the toppings, I will even admit to quickly counting the pine nuts before I make a cookie choice, but of course end up eating the whole cookie! Then I curse myself then promise myself it was the last time but a couple of days I fall...no jump off the wagon. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503216257191896274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 354px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TF9aB1QT5NI/AAAAAAAAC1c/TzxCe6qqMGQ/s400/c2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;So finally, in self defense I sent an SOS to my fabulous healthy baking friends (though I did leave out the friend that lives in my city. Sigh. don't ask me why.) I was rewarded with the a bunch of recipes, first for a try - Smookies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503217984080569474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 392px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TF9bmWap5II/AAAAAAAAC1s/dOrOOXtrW7A/s400/c1.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;Sorry...pictures middle of the night with crappy lighta and a flash surprisingly does not come out well. Go figure! I am not sure why they are called "smookies" I will have to ask. I did an online nutritional count and actually got an A for this recipe! First time ever, but this doesn't suprise me. The recipe originated from my west coast, everything natural but taste so much better than any junk food baker friend. These can of course be adapted any which way and I did, this is the recipe I used with my modifications....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Dry Ingredients:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 cup whole wheat flour&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1/2 cup oat flour&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1/4 cup wheat germ (bran)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1/4 cup multi grain flour&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3 tbsp sugar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 tsp baking soda&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 1/4 tsp baking powder and cinnamon each&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;salt, nutmeg&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2/3 cup sunflower seeds&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2/3 cup pumpkin seeds&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2/3 cup dried cranberries&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2/3 cup chocolate chips&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2-4 tbsp ground flax seed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*this mixture can be anything you'd like. If adding raisins I recommend soaking in some water to plump them up and also to prevent them from burning or turning in to hard little bits (or is that just me?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mix together in one bowl:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2/3 cup quick oats&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2/3 cup rolled oats (I didn't have enough yogurt so used 2/3 cups quick oats, otherwise use all rolled oats)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 cup yogurt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;+ grated orange zest&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;+ grated carrot (I used 2 med carrots, I imagine you could use zucchini too)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Wet Ingredients:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1/4 cup olive oil&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1/4-1/3 cup peanut butter&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2 eggs (original called for 3 egg whites)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vanilla&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1/4 cup maple syrup (or honey) I added maple syrup to the sweetness I wanted. This is flexible.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;*If use all rolled oats, add yogurt, zest, carrots and mix thoroughly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Mix all dry ingredients&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Mix wet ingredients&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Mix all ingredients till just combined. Less mixing the better! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*form into size of cookie you'd like. They don't spread, but do plump up a bit. I've been told these are good in mini muffin cups!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Bake at 375 deg F for 10 mins&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*I made 44 cookies, gone in 2 days, except for the ones I stashed in the freezer.  Shhhhh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4700876041891535011-875619433177417771?l=in-my-moments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://in-my-moments.blogspot.com/feeds/875619433177417771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4700876041891535011&amp;postID=875619433177417771&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700876041891535011/posts/default/875619433177417771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700876041891535011/posts/default/875619433177417771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-my-moments.blogspot.com/2010/08/smookies.html' title='Smookies...'/><author><name>Yosha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17638536298999351055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TRZuq8R9dpI/AAAAAAAADH4/WD92ZmBaOZw/S220/rome1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TF9aNdcznpI/AAAAAAAAC1k/CXESTKcypyE/s72-c/C3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4700876041891535011.post-1166303701321416071</id><published>2010-08-02T15:34:00.012-04:00</published><updated>2010-11-01T21:19:19.336-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cake'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sky High'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><title type='text'>Blueberry Lemon Cake...</title><content type='html'>I cracked open the &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.ca/Sky-High-Irresistible-Triple-Layer-Cakes/dp/0811854485/ref=sr_1_2?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1280842287&amp;amp;sr=8-2"&gt;Sky High &lt;/a&gt;book once again to find a celebration cake recipe. In this case the occasion being the first visit to my friend's new house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TFcetm6vdgI/AAAAAAAAC0c/hNI8pHl6kS0/s1600/ccc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500899238746224130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 340px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TFcetm6vdgI/AAAAAAAAC0c/hNI8pHl6kS0/s400/ccc.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Since all the guests were the fruit type and one couple was not the chocolate type (yes yes I know, I don't understand either) I settled on the blueberry lemon cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500898471526370610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 220px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TFceA8zRjTI/AAAAAAAAC0E/5_z2w99UeO0/s400/CC.JPG" border="0" /&gt;The cake required only egg whites giving it a nice white cake base. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500898595178196834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TFceIJcKr2I/AAAAAAAAC0M/IgTYpwXPJJM/s400/C0.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p&gt;Middle of making the batter I realized I need the blueberry-lemon (+ ginger!) preserve/jam not just for the filling but also to mix with some batter to marble the cake. I swear I read through all the steps before starting! I obviously have issues! So I got started on this particular preserve/jam and realized the blueberry had little stems (I then remembered I was warned about this!) I so did not have time for this so, errm... pureed stems and all! Phish! No one would have realized. I was also supposed to strain to get rid of the skin and such but isn't that where the nutrition (and pollution) is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TFceTAbHRxI/AAAAAAAAC0U/H_xzRT0pdzs/s1600/c.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500898781736421138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 168px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TFceTAbHRxI/AAAAAAAAC0U/H_xzRT0pdzs/s400/c.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The cake was supposed to have a butter cream icing on it. I figured the rustic (and less calorie) version suited an afternoon bbq.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500898366153876290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 281px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TFcd60Qg40I/AAAAAAAACz8/WRxV0s0-8Ds/s400/C4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Though I did attempt to make a custard from the left over egg yolks. Let's just say there is a reason custard powder exists. Though everyone was pretty gracious and slathered their cake slices with my goo! &lt;a href="http://smittenkitchen.com/2008/06/pistachio-petit-four-cake/"&gt;The Pistachio Petit Four&lt;/a&gt; cake (also from Sky High) next I think. I made marzipan today! Well my version of marzipan anyway!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4700876041891535011-1166303701321416071?l=in-my-moments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://in-my-moments.blogspot.com/feeds/1166303701321416071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4700876041891535011&amp;postID=1166303701321416071&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700876041891535011/posts/default/1166303701321416071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700876041891535011/posts/default/1166303701321416071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-my-moments.blogspot.com/2010/08/blueberry-lemon-cake.html' title='Blueberry Lemon Cake...'/><author><name>Yosha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17638536298999351055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TRZuq8R9dpI/AAAAAAAADH4/WD92ZmBaOZw/S220/rome1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TFcetm6vdgI/AAAAAAAAC0c/hNI8pHl6kS0/s72-c/ccc.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4700876041891535011.post-6331418977901556630</id><published>2010-07-28T08:06:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T09:42:31.648-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Out and about'/><title type='text'>An Evening with Sting...</title><content type='html'>This is mostly for me, since my memory has more holes than a seive! I told a detailed story of the Sting concert to a friend and thought I so should record this somewhere due to the afore mentioned seive! These pics are not mine...I followed the no camera rule, though no one else did. Camera flashes were crazy! These were from one of my friends that I didn't even realize was there! Can get lost in a crowd of 8500...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TFAliiQkKzI/AAAAAAAACzs/rSXYxMRkXxk/s1600/sting.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498936420261440306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 294px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TFAliiQkKzI/AAAAAAAACzs/rSXYxMRkXxk/s400/sting.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stings current tour is him accompanied by the Royal Philharmonic Concert Orchestra. I was surprised to see that the orchestra was fully involved in the performance. There were a number of excellent solos, choreographed dancing (by the musicians!) and the conductor was so animated I could have happily spent the evening watching him! But Sting was a good distraction too! I realized most of Sting's song are meant to be accompanied by an Orchestra (not Roxanne, didn't like that version) not the sythesizers of the 80s.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TFAlieNu_cI/AAAAAAAACzk/ha3GaUckow8/s1600/dynamic_resize.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498936419175824834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TFAlieNu_cI/AAAAAAAACzk/ha3GaUckow8/s400/dynamic_resize.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; For a bunch of songs he explained the origins and it was pretty interesting. These all apparently made an impression on me, I am surprised I remember so much!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He talked about a friend of his in New York in the '80s who was able to steal the satellite feed of Russian television stations, so the two of the m would get drunk and watch Russian children's programs late into the evening (they'd watch late night Saturday in NY which was morning Sunday in Moscow). When he saw how much care went into those programs, he realized that Russians love their kids as well, despite what the Cold War had taught him, inspired him to write 'Russians.' His only "politics" was to say it's too bad these ideals still aren't embraced by the world yet. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498936051968039074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 314px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TFAlNGQk2KI/AAAAAAAACzE/BgvWTl0daHY/s400/dynamic_resize2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Talking about love songs he said "In my humble experience, there are two kinds of love songs. The 'I love you and you love me' variety, which are boring and don't really go anywhere. And then there's the 'I love you and you love someone else,' songs, which are far more interesting. Painful, but interesting."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TFAlh246jZI/AAAAAAAACzc/AXbtx0V4KdA/s1600/dynamic_resize5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498936408619519378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 292px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TFAlh246jZI/AAAAAAAACzc/AXbtx0V4KdA/s400/dynamic_resize5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He talked about his father, apparently his whole family was sea people - ship builders, seamen, etc. etc. but his dad was a milkman. The dad encouraged Sting to go to sea when you finish school which he took to mean go live a life filled with adventure. He joked that he really let his dad down by becoming a musician, but after he died, Sting wrote 'Why Should I Cry For You?' for his father (who knew!) He finally earn his seamen licence when he was a singer on a cruise ship and that he "f***ing hated it!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TFAlhvmHrEI/AAAAAAAACzU/LXJMfdbgrBM/s1600/dynamic_resize4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498936406661639234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 271px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TFAlhvmHrEI/AAAAAAAACzU/LXJMfdbgrBM/s400/dynamic_resize4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He put on a vampiric, Victorian frock coat to sing a very haunting version of the 'Moon Over Bourbon Street' and with the orchestra it was very phantom of the opera type. Very cool!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before 'I Hung My Head', (which was new to me) he said he LOVED TV westerns (his favourite: Bonanza), and lamented, "I tried to write country songs but I don't look good in hats." But that he earned his country wings when Toby Keith (?) covered one of his songs but his ultimate validation was when Johnny Cash covered "I Hung my head."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TFAlRvVjDXI/AAAAAAAACzM/N4wZgWRaJbw/s1600/dynamic_resize3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498936131714223474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TFAlRvVjDXI/AAAAAAAACzM/N4wZgWRaJbw/s400/dynamic_resize3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;'The End of the Game' is based on the end of a couple of foxes; He said he found the English fox hunt disgusting and barbaric (he was more eloquent) but then when he became a farmer a fox got into the pen and "killed all of my goddamn chickens." At that point, he said understood the other side!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh final thing I remember, he said he gets asked all the time how he writes his songs and he's never been able to give a concise answer…but he noticed that for most songs he gets a tune and he sets up his music completely before ever thinking of the lyrics. Then he walks around and hope to god he gets a story to tell (this last pic is from a local news paper). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498940254092586450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 360px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TFApBsZI7dI/AAAAAAAACz0/Wc1W4lckAGA/s400/dynamic_resize6.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;With 'Tomorrow We'll See' (a song I hadn't heard before) he said it was "extremely disturbing" because the story was about a "male transsexual prostitute." He went on about how he was so uncomfortable that he wanted to just move away but then his inner voice said who are you to judge, you could be me in another life, in another circumstance. I didn't realize this was part of this lyrics. He said writing the song, and exploring this darkness, taught him tolerance. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Check out the &lt;a href="http://www.elyrics.net/read/s/sting-lyrics/tomorrow-we_ll-see-lyrics.html"&gt;lyrics&lt;/a&gt;, it's very visual. Visual in terms of the plight of this guy...come on people this is a family friendly blog!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4700876041891535011-6331418977901556630?l=in-my-moments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://in-my-moments.blogspot.com/feeds/6331418977901556630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4700876041891535011&amp;postID=6331418977901556630&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700876041891535011/posts/default/6331418977901556630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700876041891535011/posts/default/6331418977901556630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-my-moments.blogspot.com/2010/07/evening-with-sting.html' title='An Evening with Sting...'/><author><name>Yosha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17638536298999351055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TRZuq8R9dpI/AAAAAAAADH4/WD92ZmBaOZw/S220/rome1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TFAliiQkKzI/AAAAAAAACzs/rSXYxMRkXxk/s72-c/sting.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4700876041891535011.post-6034993939217157031</id><published>2010-07-26T09:13:00.015-04:00</published><updated>2010-11-01T21:20:18.782-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cake'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sky High'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><title type='text'>Chocolate Peanut Butter Cake</title><content type='html'>I wanted to make a “congratulations on your first job and its such a fantastic stepping stone for you” cake for a friend. At least I think we are friends. Hey SZ we are friends right? All right we’ll assume we are friends, after all I made her a cake and my brother claimed it was the “best cake” I’ve made yet(yes he was quite sure to add the YET!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TE4mt8OJogI/AAAAAAAACy8/9K3UuxxIRMw/s1600/pbc3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498374765767401986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 363px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TE4mt8OJogI/AAAAAAAACy8/9K3UuxxIRMw/s400/pbc3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So this started with flipping through my copy of “&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.ca/Sky-High-Irresistible-Triple-Layer-Cakes/dp/0811854485/ref=sr_1_2?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1280150139&amp;amp;sr=8-2"&gt;sky high&lt;/a&gt;.” The words peanut butter and chocolate just grabbed me by the taste buds. The cake looked simple and chocolaty enough, though my cakes didn’t rise as much as I thought. Then I did use a pan that was 1 inch larger than recommended, though I didn't think it would make such a big diff! Sadly the layers were a bit thin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TE4mntiUbPI/AAAAAAAACy0/uC1YS7X2GZc/s1600/pb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498374658746248434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 232px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TE4mntiUbPI/AAAAAAAACy0/uC1YS7X2GZc/s400/pb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;The ganache sounded lovely - peanut butter, chocolate and cream (sans corn syrup, I avoid corn syrup!) How could that be wrong? But the frosting was a little mind bending. Cream cheese + peanut butter and icing. Now I like cream cheese (kinda) and I love peanut butter but the combination just seemed weird. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well…I was wrong…SO WRONG. They are the perfect combo for frosting. Somehow the cream cheese highlights the pb while hiding itself in the creaminess. The colour was amazing…I wish I had a better pic. I’ve tried to make pb frosting before and something was always missing…who would have thought it would be cream cheese! Go figure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh yes this is not a cake if you are counting calories or hung up on the amount of fat, but if you like PB and chocolate this will blow your mind…all right full disclosure here…I have yet to have a piece of the full cake! My review thus far is based on the leftover frosting I’ve been savouring by the teaspoon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TE4mWwc8lMI/AAAAAAAACyk/4GkUNjG_9j4/s1600/pbc2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498374367471244482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 304px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TE4mWwc8lMI/AAAAAAAACyk/4GkUNjG_9j4/s400/pbc2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sadly there was a casualty in this effort. I guess there must be sacrifices for the "best cake!" But really it was my own idocy...for the first time I decided to take a short cut in making ganache by using the microwave. Ganache came out okay (not the best, it didn’t flow like I wanted it to…) but the bowl somehow fell, slipped through my fingers, couldn’t be halted by a hip jab and somehow fell at the exact angle to crack neatly in two. Right lessons learnt, no short cuts! Oh well, at least it’s only 75c at IKEA…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TE4mJPj-DBI/AAAAAAAACyU/DhsNm1fBork/s1600/V.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498374135304031250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 236px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TE4mJPj-DBI/AAAAAAAACyU/DhsNm1fBork/s400/V.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh right I didn't post the recipe here, but if you need it let me know...or google...couple other ladies made the cake and was nice enough to post all the details. Plus their pics are a lot better than mine!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4700876041891535011-6034993939217157031?l=in-my-moments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://in-my-moments.blogspot.com/feeds/6034993939217157031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4700876041891535011&amp;postID=6034993939217157031&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700876041891535011/posts/default/6034993939217157031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700876041891535011/posts/default/6034993939217157031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-my-moments.blogspot.com/2010/07/chocolate-peanut-butter-cake.html' title='Chocolate Peanut Butter Cake'/><author><name>Yosha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17638536298999351055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TRZuq8R9dpI/AAAAAAAADH4/WD92ZmBaOZw/S220/rome1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TE4mt8OJogI/AAAAAAAACy8/9K3UuxxIRMw/s72-c/pbc3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4700876041891535011.post-2887000714191738055</id><published>2010-07-07T08:56:00.011-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-08T20:26:09.876-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><title type='text'>How to make Jam...</title><content type='html'>....step by step...well my steps anyway!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TDZrwS3ArQI/AAAAAAAACyM/Rhv4SmLctOw/s1600/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491695273065360642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 383px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TDZrwS3ArQI/AAAAAAAACyM/Rhv4SmLctOw/s400/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 1. Get super excited about picking strawberries the second winter looses its grip on the world (for us this was march/april?) Be reminded that the strawberries must grow before you can pick it! Darn mother nature! Nixed again. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Wait patiently…stop chuckling, I can be patient. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Be reminded that the strawberries are ready for picking. This step maybe skipped I have some what of a short attention span.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Start scouring the internet for Jam recipes. Shake your head at the amount of sugar required. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. Ask what you think is simple question from the resident guru…do you add the crazy amount of sugar for the sweetness or to make sure the jam sets? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. Try not to be intimidated by the page long explanation, get introduced to pectin. Immediately research pectin pros/cons. In the end, meh if it is good enough for the above mentioned guru it's good enough for you! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. Use the supposed research skills that the parents paid good money for aka order all canning/preserving related books from the library. Reading said books are optional. Just the large stack of books will make you feel confident. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TDZpRvvWddI/AAAAAAAACx0/PH0mf2Tknp4/s1600/books.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491692549218661842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 318px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TDZpRvvWddI/AAAAAAAACx0/PH0mf2Tknp4/s400/books.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. Oh right go &lt;a href="http://in-my-moments.blogspot.com/2010/06/tis-season.html"&gt;pick some Strawberries &lt;/a&gt;(avoid the whole being chased by horses experience)…and buy "no sugar pectin". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;9. Attempt the first batch. Sterilize all bottles/jars, caps er not so much the baking gloves (don’t ask.) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;10. Foolishly mix in your precious vanilla bean right at the beginning. I say foolishly since you have to skim the white froth stuff (what is the white stuff?) and find your vanilla beans in the froth. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;11. Give up on de-frothing...think about the poor bean! Evidence exist, hear about it from mom the next day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TDZo9AmOnhI/AAAAAAAACxs/FjJYPQcQRq0/s1600/bottles.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491692192966549010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 310px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TDZo9AmOnhI/AAAAAAAACxs/FjJYPQcQRq0/s400/bottles.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 12. Bottle Jam, boil filled jars, wait patiently for the 24-48 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TDZoirmx6bI/AAAAAAAACxk/IED6ImSbO9Y/s1600/boil.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491691740655118770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TDZoirmx6bI/AAAAAAAACxk/IED6ImSbO9Y/s400/boil.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 13. Attempt a second batch, take a novice friend and her strawberries along for the ride. Sadly you are somewhat the expert in this relationship but luckily the friend is good at reading/following directions! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. De-froth, &lt;em&gt;then&lt;/em&gt; add vanilla bean! Feel adventurous add cardamom, remember you wanted to add basil well next batch…meh next batch (&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;updated&lt;/span&gt; – next batch = next year I guess, strawberry picking season seems to be over)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;15. Boil the full jars, again let rest. It’s okay to be stupidly excited when you hear the jars pop announcing the proper seal on the jams! It's probably not okay to call your friends at midnight when your last jar pops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait a week or so (though 48 hrs is enough) rip into a jar. Verdict &lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pretty good, a little more sugar would have been better but it is strawberry and delicious on oatmeal. Not too much guilt eating Jam on oatmeal since hey it’s low sugar.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Strawberry cardamom? Good if you like cardamom but end of the day it’s strawberries with cardamom and if we go by my family, it’s an acquired taste.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Though techinally I guess I made strawberry preserves not jam (I think)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now that you've caught the jamming (oh right canning, gotta remember the lingo) figure out what else you can can! (ha ha can can!) and figure out what do with all the jam. Next up in the fruit picking...raspberries and blueberries. Mmmmm blueberry jam!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Note to self - explore strawberry mango jam next year.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;All that said I used:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; 7-8 cups of strawberry, 1cup sugar, 1 pkg no sugar pectin and 1 vanilla bean&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491693407024275970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 369px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TDZqDrUJYgI/AAAAAAAACyE/udKuJ4wCa9w/s400/jam2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4700876041891535011-2887000714191738055?l=in-my-moments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://in-my-moments.blogspot.com/feeds/2887000714191738055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4700876041891535011&amp;postID=2887000714191738055&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700876041891535011/posts/default/2887000714191738055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700876041891535011/posts/default/2887000714191738055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-my-moments.blogspot.com/2010/07/how-to-make-jam.html' title='How to make Jam...'/><author><name>Yosha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17638536298999351055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TRZuq8R9dpI/AAAAAAAADH4/WD92ZmBaOZw/S220/rome1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TDZrwS3ArQI/AAAAAAAACyM/Rhv4SmLctOw/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4700876041891535011.post-3605370782371413726</id><published>2010-07-01T14:20:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-01T14:25:23.298-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Out and about'/><title type='text'>Happy Canada Day!</title><content type='html'>No whinning today!  I am in Canada more in the capital and I'll be spending the day with some of my long time friends that hung in there for me as I hopped through and out of the country!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TCzcmerIaSI/AAAAAAAACxc/8Vcpn91p0zU/s1600/maple.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TCzcf5lO9XI/AAAAAAAACxU/Wp6vxT7lk2g/s1600/maple2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489004486448838002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 274px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TCzcf5lO9XI/AAAAAAAACxU/Wp6vxT7lk2g/s400/maple2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;I will be back to nit pick at these cupcakes though...I had issues!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4700876041891535011-3605370782371413726?l=in-my-moments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://in-my-moments.blogspot.com/feeds/3605370782371413726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4700876041891535011&amp;postID=3605370782371413726&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700876041891535011/posts/default/3605370782371413726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700876041891535011/posts/default/3605370782371413726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-my-moments.blogspot.com/2010/07/happy-canada-day.html' title='Happy Canada Day!'/><author><name>Yosha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17638536298999351055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TRZuq8R9dpI/AAAAAAAADH4/WD92ZmBaOZw/S220/rome1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TCzcf5lO9XI/AAAAAAAACxU/Wp6vxT7lk2g/s72-c/maple2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4700876041891535011.post-6485640561713908008</id><published>2010-06-30T02:49:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-30T10:21:54.679-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Out and about'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><title type='text'>Tis the season...</title><content type='html'>...for Strawberries!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TCrrLwwjARI/AAAAAAAACxM/ucFDdDH8xDI/s1600/strawberry+plant.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488457683203981586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 321px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TCrrLwwjARI/AAAAAAAACxM/ucFDdDH8xDI/s400/strawberry+plant.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I didn't realize how many farms surrounded Ottawa! After a thorough search of the area farms (aka who had the most informative website or who answered the phone) I went strawberry picking twice so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TCrrDBXrM_I/AAAAAAAACxE/9OkNRloW0WM/s1600/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488457533044241394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TCrrDBXrM_I/AAAAAAAACxE/9OkNRloW0WM/s400/3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My first trip included a trip to another farm to visit my friends horse. I feel some what posh saying I have a friend with a horse! They - horses - were cute and super soft to touch but I really could have done without being chased by two horses on a muddy field. The trouble started with me feeding them some carrots and them not understanding when I ran out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Horse "Oh I am sure you have some in your many pockets." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me "No no I really don't and &lt;em&gt;come on&lt;/em&gt; my footwear is &lt;em&gt;so&lt;/em&gt; not suited for this mud" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am so not a girly girl, I don't mind mud, but I have to be in that frame of mind or you know at a spa!  Still the horses were cute enough and the place was pretty enough that I am wiling to try again when it's dry and I have better footwear and of course someone else is feeding them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Back to strawberries...both trips resulted in me getting eaten by bugs (I have no idea which ones, I just have bumps on my arms!) and all this just reinforced (and I am not ashamed to admit) Yes I am very much a city girl, thank you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TCrqDi6fFPI/AAAAAAAACws/DP73eoAERoE/s1600/strawberry2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488456442536989938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 290px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TCrqDi6fFPI/AAAAAAAACws/DP73eoAERoE/s400/strawberry2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Still I guess some of the pain and suffering was worth it for the bright, juicy, red goodness of these berries. It's going to take some time for me to go back to eating store bought California or Mexico (wait are there strawberries from Mexico?) grown berries. These had maybe a full 20 min travel time from being picked to being in my mouth. Though I will admit some only had seconds to travel before being chomped up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TCrp6yGEp_I/AAAAAAAACwk/yXhV1F3uHNo/s1600/jam.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488456291993298930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TCrp6yGEp_I/AAAAAAAACwk/yXhV1F3uHNo/s400/jam.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The 16L of strawberries made it to some jam (holy the amount of sugar that goes into home made jam recipes.  I drastically slashed the sugar amounts, I am guessing the "jam" will be a bit tart, but I am hoping more strawberry flavoured!), a mango-strawberry pie and a decent quantity for my snacks. Today I am hoping to start my small batch of strawberry vodka.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All in all, a spring tradition I am hoping to continue!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4700876041891535011-6485640561713908008?l=in-my-moments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://in-my-moments.blogspot.com/feeds/6485640561713908008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4700876041891535011&amp;postID=6485640561713908008&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700876041891535011/posts/default/6485640561713908008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700876041891535011/posts/default/6485640561713908008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-my-moments.blogspot.com/2010/06/tis-season.html' title='Tis the season...'/><author><name>Yosha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17638536298999351055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TRZuq8R9dpI/AAAAAAAADH4/WD92ZmBaOZw/S220/rome1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TCrrLwwjARI/AAAAAAAACxM/ucFDdDH8xDI/s72-c/strawberry+plant.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4700876041891535011.post-3024225458154977714</id><published>2010-06-24T21:51:00.010-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-24T22:19:40.801-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cake'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><title type='text'>Lime Yogurt Cake with Raspberry and Blueberry something...</title><content type='html'>Went to a friend's bbq last weekend bearing a lime cake. Lime seemed some what fresh and crisp for a summers day. Again I cut the sugar by more than half of the original. I joked that one of these days my cakes will just not set due to the lack of sugar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TCQMmNVQwqI/AAAAAAAACwc/M8GYE_NRwzM/s1600/cake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486524096597508770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 243px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TCQMmNVQwqI/AAAAAAAACwc/M8GYE_NRwzM/s400/cake.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Instead of frosting I made a raspberry syrup, sauce (what ever it's called) and actually laboured through the straining process. Again I tried to minmize the sugar...maybe should have added some more...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TCQMcQznQUI/AAAAAAAACwU/dXUyS9cJRoo/s1600/rasp1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486523925731426626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 294px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TCQMcQznQUI/AAAAAAAACwU/dXUyS9cJRoo/s400/rasp1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also made a blueberry sauce which was marginally better I think. Didn't bother straining out the skin...maybe next time...yeah probably not, I am lazy like that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TCQMGCcvcPI/AAAAAAAACwM/rRW7wwC8qzU/s1600/blueberry.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486523543920275698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 314px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TCQMGCcvcPI/AAAAAAAACwM/rRW7wwC8qzU/s400/blueberry.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I added extra lime zest (must buy a zester, must buy a zester, or a micro plane) hence the green viny things in the cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TCQL6DypUKI/AAAAAAAACwE/Gsr9NK4zHts/s1600/cake2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486523338122154146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TCQL6DypUKI/AAAAAAAACwE/Gsr9NK4zHts/s400/cake2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The recipe was from &lt;a href="http://smittenkitchen.com/2010/04/lime-yogurt-cake-with-blackberry-sauce/"&gt;SmittenKitchen &lt;/a&gt;with slight changes due to my lime and low sugar obsession.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One 9-in cake...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 cup whole milk plain unsweetened yogurt (this is apparently the ideal; I used plain old 2% then 1% yogurt)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1/3 cup Olive oil &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1/2 cup sugar (bit less than half, original called for 1 cup)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;zest of 1.5-2 limes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1/4 cup lime juice (bit more)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2 eggs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 + 2/3 cups cake flour (original - AP flour)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 1/2 teaspoon baking powder&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1/2 teaspoon baking soda&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1/8 teaspoon salt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Heat to 350F. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mix together wet ingredients including zest. After adding each egg blend well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sift together dry ingredients, add flour mix to wet mix. Stir till just combined.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bake 30-40 min&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;More detailed (and really better) instructions &lt;a href="http://smittenkitchen.com/2010/04/lime-yogurt-cake-with-blackberry-sauce/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For the sauce I blended/pureed fresh raspberries and blueberries individually with some lemon. Next time maybe add some sugar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4700876041891535011-3024225458154977714?l=in-my-moments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://in-my-moments.blogspot.com/feeds/3024225458154977714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4700876041891535011&amp;postID=3024225458154977714&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700876041891535011/posts/default/3024225458154977714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700876041891535011/posts/default/3024225458154977714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-my-moments.blogspot.com/2010/06/lime-yogurt-cake-with-raspberry-and.html' title='Lime Yogurt Cake with Raspberry and Blueberry something...'/><author><name>Yosha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17638536298999351055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TRZuq8R9dpI/AAAAAAAADH4/WD92ZmBaOZw/S220/rome1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TCQMmNVQwqI/AAAAAAAACwc/M8GYE_NRwzM/s72-c/cake.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4700876041891535011.post-7845924849800009010</id><published>2010-06-17T06:00:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-24T22:20:11.477-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cake'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><title type='text'>Rainbow cake out East...</title><content type='html'>I've made this rainbow cake a number of times before but first time for my EST friends. I think I added a bit too much colour to this. I also meant to do a green tea flavour but forgot! So it's back to Lime, Orange, Lemon....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TBdk5fNr3DI/AAAAAAAACv8/QcuB0vsYR4o/s1600/3_colour2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482962010141088818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 129px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TBdk5fNr3DI/AAAAAAAACv8/QcuB0vsYR4o/s400/3_colour2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blackberry (I saw versions with grapes. Hmmm...Grapes in a cake?!), blueberry and raspberry (no extra colour in the raspberry!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TBdk0tWw7yI/AAAAAAAACv0/hJlkc0vL75I/s1600/3_colour.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482961928037920546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 101px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TBdk0tWw7yI/AAAAAAAACv0/hJlkc0vL75I/s400/3_colour.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My buttercream icing fizzled, but meh hit it with fruit, though I wish I had some other colour to add to the decor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TBdkrNQQd9I/AAAAAAAACvk/IJ1zKSwI_Cs/s1600/cake1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482961764801869778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 349px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TBdkrNQQd9I/AAAAAAAACvk/IJ1zKSwI_Cs/s400/cake1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the inside...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TBdkfL_D7rI/AAAAAAAACvc/DiLDD2TJuyE/s1600/cake2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482961558302879410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 363px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TBdkfL_D7rI/AAAAAAAACvc/DiLDD2TJuyE/s400/cake2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cake looked good, but this particular cake recipe was way too sweet, even after i cut the sugar by half!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4700876041891535011-7845924849800009010?l=in-my-moments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://in-my-moments.blogspot.com/feeds/7845924849800009010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4700876041891535011&amp;postID=7845924849800009010&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700876041891535011/posts/default/7845924849800009010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700876041891535011/posts/default/7845924849800009010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-my-moments.blogspot.com/2010/06/rainbow-cake-out-east.html' title='Rainbow cake out East...'/><author><name>Yosha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17638536298999351055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TRZuq8R9dpI/AAAAAAAADH4/WD92ZmBaOZw/S220/rome1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TBdk5fNr3DI/AAAAAAAACv8/QcuB0vsYR4o/s72-c/3_colour2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4700876041891535011.post-774024744932291368</id><published>2010-06-15T07:13:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-24T09:34:49.909-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><title type='text'>Magic Cupcakes...</title><content type='html'>...well...more boozy cupcakes I guess!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TBdho-4iMSI/AAAAAAAACvM/7aAOztrv2as/s1600/cupcake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 357px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TBdho-4iMSI/AAAAAAAACvM/7aAOztrv2as/s400/cupcake.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482958428049649954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My little brother went camping a couple of weeks ago.  Being the good sister that I am (aka I like to bake and I like to get him to do stuff for me!), I offered to make him some cupcakes.  Somewhat of a family characteristic is that we will try almost anything at least once.  Though it did take some convincing to get him to try the &lt;a href="http://chinesefood.about.com/library/blphototeaeggs.htm"&gt;tea eggs &lt;/a&gt;(these are delicious!)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still baking for him means experimenting and I headed straight to the stout cupcakes one of my friends raved about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a salute to the old country, the kid got some Sri Lankan stout.  At some point I’d like to try this with the real Irish stuff, or as real as I can get at the beer store.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TBdg730Gm8I/AAAAAAAACvE/UU2Ol1BGAYs/s1600/beer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 159px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TBdg730Gm8I/AAAAAAAACvE/UU2Ol1BGAYs/s400/beer.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482957653057903554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now what kind of sister would I be if I didn’t fill the cupcakes with some boozy filling.  Hello bailey laced ganache.  My ganache, for the first time, actually worked out.  All shiny and pretty.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adding baileys was funny,&lt;br /&gt;I'd add a bit, &lt;br /&gt;we'd taste &lt;br /&gt;the bro – “meh add a bit more”, &lt;br /&gt;repeat scenario 5-6 times.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not surprised if we added half a bottle (of a 200ml bottle!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I usually cut holes in the cupcake with a knife but last night I used an apple corer.  SOOOOO much easier.  It was a blog suggestion (from smitten kitchen?), a brilliant one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TBdiLSCiXgI/AAAAAAAACvU/XB9HhTZvSJk/s1600/cupcake2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 367px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TBdiLSCiXgI/AAAAAAAACvU/XB9HhTZvSJk/s400/cupcake2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482959017307430402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4700876041891535011-774024744932291368?l=in-my-moments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://in-my-moments.blogspot.com/feeds/774024744932291368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4700876041891535011&amp;postID=774024744932291368&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700876041891535011/posts/default/774024744932291368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700876041891535011/posts/default/774024744932291368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-my-moments.blogspot.com/2010/06/magic-cupcakes.html' title='Magic Cupcakes...'/><author><name>Yosha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17638536298999351055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TRZuq8R9dpI/AAAAAAAADH4/WD92ZmBaOZw/S220/rome1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TBdho-4iMSI/AAAAAAAACvM/7aAOztrv2as/s72-c/cupcake.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4700876041891535011.post-3096994051332309626</id><published>2010-04-25T14:02:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-24T08:52:50.047-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><title type='text'>THE Cake - DONE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;15 cups flour&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;11 cups butter&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;7 cups sugar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;5.5 cups milk&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;6 lbs fondant&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;40 eggs (and some egg shells, I admit it!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;some lemons, limes, raspberry and mango &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;+ 16-20 hours of work (not counting research!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;gets you...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/S9R_nwyKPJI/AAAAAAAACt0/MImISVDdVW0/s1600/final+cake.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/S9R_nwyKPJI/AAAAAAAACt0/MImISVDdVW0/s400/final+cake.jpg" tt="true" width="345" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;to answer one of life's great questions:&amp;nbsp; How many engineers does it take to make this?&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;3 and an engineer's mom!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This cake looked a lot better as separate layers than stacked together.&amp;nbsp; If I stack a cake again I will pipe icing around to cover the gap between cakes and I probably won't use fondant...will just try to smooth out the buttercream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would I do this again?  Hmmm...depends on how much I love you and if you catch me at a good moment!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4700876041891535011-3096994051332309626?l=in-my-moments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://in-my-moments.blogspot.com/feeds/3096994051332309626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4700876041891535011&amp;postID=3096994051332309626&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700876041891535011/posts/default/3096994051332309626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700876041891535011/posts/default/3096994051332309626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-my-moments.blogspot.com/2010/04/cake-done.html' title='THE Cake - DONE!'/><author><name>Yosha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17638536298999351055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TRZuq8R9dpI/AAAAAAAADH4/WD92ZmBaOZw/S220/rome1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/S9R_nwyKPJI/AAAAAAAACt0/MImISVDdVW0/s72-c/final+cake.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4700876041891535011.post-2075878809505427500</id><published>2010-04-24T14:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-24T14:34:33.189-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><title type='text'>THE Cake - Cut, Filled and Coloured...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Yesterday was d-day.&amp;nbsp; I decided on the butter cream as per the &lt;a href="http://smittenkitchen.com/2008/07/project-wedding-cake-swiss-buttercream/"&gt;smitten kitchen&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp; I've never had butter cream&amp;nbsp; from scratch...some how what they teach you at M's classes with meringue powder and icing sugar doesn't come close to the taste, which is just straight up&amp;nbsp;yummy!&amp;nbsp; It seemed simple enough and despite the advice not to panic, of course I did.&amp;nbsp; It looked liked this for a while.&amp;nbsp; "Whip, whip, whip" I kept telling myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/S9M2Q8rKwiI/AAAAAAAACts/5F6XtPNNk_U/s1600/buttercream1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="297" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/S9M2Q8rKwiI/AAAAAAAACts/5F6XtPNNk_U/s400/buttercream1.jpg" tt="true" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;But then magically a minute later it turned to this....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/S9M2CU-sTKI/AAAAAAAACtk/a9gcQeTlJ9U/s1600/Buttercream2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/S9M2CU-sTKI/AAAAAAAACtk/a9gcQeTlJ9U/s400/Buttercream2.jpg" tt="true" width="392" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;I sadly don't have pictures of the cake filling, but these are the cakes filled waiting to be iced.&amp;nbsp; We covered the cake with piping gel to keep the moisture and crumbs in...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/S9M15U0tf1I/AAAAAAAACtc/-htoSLZYFxg/s1600/Cake+filled.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="155" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/S9M15U0tf1I/AAAAAAAACtc/-htoSLZYFxg/s400/Cake+filled.jpg" tt="true" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I had two friends help with this...my mini Martha (honestly there is nothing she can't do!) and other mainly for her artistic talent, but really she ended up pitching in all over the place!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/S9M00GobXoI/AAAAAAAACtM/kfsWzTtdkhw/s1600/fondant.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/S9M00GobXoI/AAAAAAAACtM/kfsWzTtdkhw/s400/fondant.jpg" tt="true" width="267" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Fluorescent light does not make for good pictures!&amp;nbsp; But we wrapped the cakes with a gold ribbon and painted with purple food colouring!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/S9M0tpXkY1I/AAAAAAAACtE/HPTYe8TJRRM/s1600/brushing.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/S9M0tpXkY1I/AAAAAAAACtE/HPTYe8TJRRM/s400/brushing.jpg" tt="true" width="306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4700876041891535011-2075878809505427500?l=in-my-moments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://in-my-moments.blogspot.com/feeds/2075878809505427500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4700876041891535011&amp;postID=2075878809505427500&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700876041891535011/posts/default/2075878809505427500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700876041891535011/posts/default/2075878809505427500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-my-moments.blogspot.com/2010/04/cake-cut-filled-and-coloured.html' title='THE Cake - Cut, Filled and Coloured...'/><author><name>Yosha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17638536298999351055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TRZuq8R9dpI/AAAAAAAADH4/WD92ZmBaOZw/S220/rome1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/S9M2Q8rKwiI/AAAAAAAACts/5F6XtPNNk_U/s72-c/buttercream1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4700876041891535011.post-1624903390774862160</id><published>2010-04-22T22:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T22:29:56.877-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><title type='text'>THE Cake - is born!</title><content type='html'>...well kinda.&amp;nbsp; It's on life support at the moment.&amp;nbsp; I had the worst luck baking these!&amp;nbsp; This is why you don't get to see a top view, it's quite ugly but hey that's why there is filling and icing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/S9EDEBXzDLI/AAAAAAAACsk/6ZHYrmlw8S4/s1600/cake.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="120" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/S9EDEBXzDLI/AAAAAAAACsk/6ZHYrmlw8S4/s400/cake.jpg" tt="true" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I took the day off to bake and really didn't expect to take that long.&amp;nbsp; I pretty much went from 8am to 7pm, including the making of the filling and such.&amp;nbsp; Now I can knda understand why wedding cakes start around $500.&amp;nbsp; Not that I in any way claim to be a professional!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/S9ECtJYeGTI/AAAAAAAACsU/z9gfBo-y_fI/s1600/mess2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/S9ECtJYeGTI/AAAAAAAACsU/z9gfBo-y_fI/s400/mess2.jpg" tt="true" width="392" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I don't think I will be able to make it as some sort of professional at this!&amp;nbsp; I pretty much used up every glass dish we owned and that's before I cleaned up and restarted on the fillings!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/S9EC2K3FIqI/AAAAAAAACsc/1xrTEiElXiM/s1600/mess.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/S9EC2K3FIqI/AAAAAAAACsc/1xrTEiElXiM/s400/mess.jpg" tt="true" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Still end of the day I have cake and the foundation for hopefully something pretty but more importantly tasty!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/S9EDfcTShNI/AAAAAAAACss/fTclPOrjkhc/s1600/cake.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="120" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/S9EDfcTShNI/AAAAAAAACss/fTclPOrjkhc/s400/cake.jpg" tt="true" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Plus I managed to sneak in a cake for my mother.&amp;nbsp; It was her b-day on my day of baking!&amp;nbsp; She's not the type that will let you make her a cake if she knows that's what you are doing...hence the sneaking of the cake.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/S9EEXTXxQJI/AAAAAAAACs0/vWgWh3hr8t0/s1600/B-day.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/S9EEXTXxQJI/AAAAAAAACs0/vWgWh3hr8t0/s320/B-day.jpg" tt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4700876041891535011-1624903390774862160?l=in-my-moments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://in-my-moments.blogspot.com/feeds/1624903390774862160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4700876041891535011&amp;postID=1624903390774862160&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700876041891535011/posts/default/1624903390774862160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700876041891535011/posts/default/1624903390774862160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-my-moments.blogspot.com/2010/04/cake-is-born.html' title='THE Cake - is born!'/><author><name>Yosha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17638536298999351055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TRZuq8R9dpI/AAAAAAAADH4/WD92ZmBaOZw/S220/rome1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/S9EDEBXzDLI/AAAAAAAACsk/6ZHYrmlw8S4/s72-c/cake.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4700876041891535011.post-1141420565141087030</id><published>2010-04-13T06:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T06:41:00.394-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><title type='text'>THE CAKE - Home made Fondant...</title><content type='html'>My grand plan from the beginning was to cover THE CAKE with fondant.&amp;nbsp; Few problems...I've never worked with fondant and&amp;nbsp;I don't remember the taste of fondant, I am sure I've had some at some point.&amp;nbsp; Psshh minor issues I thought.&amp;nbsp; Wilton sells them by the bucketful, I've watched foodnetwork, they roll it out, smooth it over the cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I started research.&amp;nbsp; Working with it seems doable, plus I have a friend who worked with the stuff.&amp;nbsp; Biggest problem was there was a majority online that hate the taste of commercial fondant.&amp;nbsp; I mean &lt;em&gt;hates&lt;/em&gt; the taste with a passion!&amp;nbsp; Michael's not being taste and buy kind of store I looked for alternatives.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/S76F3h0tU4I/AAAAAAAACrk/GmTCWBqFQa4/s1600/fond.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/S76F3h0tU4I/AAAAAAAACrk/GmTCWBqFQa4/s320/fond.jpg" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I found a number of sites for home made fondant recipes but the best was &lt;a href="http://zoebakes.com/?p=1059"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp; How can you beat step by step pictures?!&amp;nbsp; I tried a batch, I think it was sucessful (haven't rolled it out yet) and only took about 45 min to 1 hr.&amp;nbsp; Assuming this rolls out well, I'll make a couple of more batches.&amp;nbsp; As for a the taste, well it was straight up sugar with a bit of a vanilla taste.&amp;nbsp; After all it's icing sugar, glucose, corn syrup, gelatin&amp;nbsp;and vanilla.&amp;nbsp; Still I think the effort was worth it, no chemicals preservatives compared to the commercial stuff.&amp;nbsp; Assuming it works of course!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4700876041891535011-1141420565141087030?l=in-my-moments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://in-my-moments.blogspot.com/feeds/1141420565141087030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4700876041891535011&amp;postID=1141420565141087030&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700876041891535011/posts/default/1141420565141087030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700876041891535011/posts/default/1141420565141087030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-my-moments.blogspot.com/2010/04/cake-home-made-fondant.html' title='THE CAKE - Home made Fondant...'/><author><name>Yosha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17638536298999351055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TRZuq8R9dpI/AAAAAAAADH4/WD92ZmBaOZw/S220/rome1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/S76F3h0tU4I/AAAAAAAACrk/GmTCWBqFQa4/s72-c/fond.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4700876041891535011.post-6048907151159518960</id><published>2010-04-11T06:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T06:37:00.566-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><title type='text'>Tiramisu...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Taking a mini break from THE CAKE, I attempted Tiramisu from scratch.&amp;nbsp; The &lt;a href="http://www.passionateaboutbaking.com/2010/02/tiramisu-heaven-on-dessert-plate-daring.html"&gt;Daring Bakers&lt;/a&gt; had a challenge while back and I was intrigued.&amp;nbsp; Despite the multiple parts (Zabaglione, Vanilla Pastry Cream, Whipped Cream, Mascarpone Cheese) it looked esay. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;My problem was that I started this on a busy week and at last minute!&amp;nbsp; All the components worked just took a bit more effort than it usually would have!&amp;nbsp; The Mascarpone cheese did not curdle like it was supposed to.&amp;nbsp; I ended up adding lemon and vinegar finally said it's custard like and pulled it off the stove and cooled and well it turned to cheese despite the no curdling.&amp;nbsp; I didn't even have to drain this, due to over cooking I think.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;One failure was the Savoardi biscuits (lady fingers).&amp;nbsp; It defintiely did not give the quanities I expected.&amp;nbsp; I wonder if it was because my egg whites weren't at room temperature.&amp;nbsp; I ended up using the few I did get and a combo of store bought biscuits.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/S76E210ctXI/AAAAAAAACrc/vojgfDQHF3M/s1600/T.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/S76E210ctXI/AAAAAAAACrc/vojgfDQHF3M/s400/T.jpg" width="375" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Still the verdicts were good.&amp;nbsp; Practically the whole pan was gone in one night!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4700876041891535011-6048907151159518960?l=in-my-moments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://in-my-moments.blogspot.com/feeds/6048907151159518960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4700876041891535011&amp;postID=6048907151159518960&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700876041891535011/posts/default/6048907151159518960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700876041891535011/posts/default/6048907151159518960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-my-moments.blogspot.com/2010/04/tiramisu.html' title='Tiramisu...'/><author><name>Yosha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17638536298999351055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TRZuq8R9dpI/AAAAAAAADH4/WD92ZmBaOZw/S220/rome1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/S76E210ctXI/AAAAAAAACrc/vojgfDQHF3M/s72-c/T.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4700876041891535011.post-2763964785698123303</id><published>2010-04-09T07:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T07:26:32.139-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><title type='text'>THE CAKE - White Cake with Lemon Curd...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Over the weekend I tried another white cake recipe and threw in some poppy seed because i had it.&amp;nbsp; Try not to stare too hard at the top of the cake (that's where you are staring isn't it?! Stop it!).&amp;nbsp; I tried the cake in a 10in pan and well the middle didn't set it in too well.&amp;nbsp; I forgot the magi strips (I am not sure that would have helped though) and I forgot to reduce the temp by 25 deg F.&amp;nbsp; I read somewhere that will help make it cook evenly.&amp;nbsp; What I did&amp;nbsp; remember was a youtube video where the lady took out her unbaked top cake and scooped out the bit of crust of top to make it cook.&amp;nbsp; She of course then leveled it (destroying evidence) but meh I tried to cover it up with curd...a test cake after all. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/S76DVTkhbGI/AAAAAAAACq8/OKmGPXJQVv4/s1600/cake2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="270" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/S76DVTkhbGI/AAAAAAAACq8/OKmGPXJQVv4/s400/cake2.jpg" width="400" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I also tried the lemon curd.&amp;nbsp; Lemons, sigh, must find better ones.&amp;nbsp; I don't miss much about California, but I do miss the California lemons.&amp;nbsp; Could easily get half a cup of juice from two lemons!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/S76D6t_KULI/AAAAAAAACrM/AORNdVc3sP0/s1600/L3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="250" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/S76D6t_KULI/AAAAAAAACrM/AORNdVc3sP0/s320/L3.jpg" width="320" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I threw in the pulp, the zest, everything the lemon could give me.&amp;nbsp; Though they recommend straining, I think I will keep it that way.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/S76DtJUoFpI/AAAAAAAACrE/UGmeZKEu0U8/s1600/L4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="173" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/S76DtJUoFpI/AAAAAAAACrE/UGmeZKEu0U8/s320/L4.jpg" width="320" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;So the final half of the cake....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/S76EpKEZrEI/AAAAAAAACrU/mDJfeAhTgKI/s1600/c1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="173" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/S76EpKEZrEI/AAAAAAAACrU/mDJfeAhTgKI/s320/c1.jpg" width="320" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;It's funny I've tried all these test versions, but I the actual cake will only have a slight resemblance&amp;nbsp;and will be a giant three tier experiment of it's own!&amp;nbsp; For example I read after I made the lemon curd that adding lime will kick up the taste...so guess what I am trying?&amp;nbsp; I am still undecided on the whole white cake...I like the texture/taste I am just a bit worried about the structure being able to support the other tiers even with dowels.&amp;nbsp; Next Fondant, the home made variety!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4700876041891535011-2763964785698123303?l=in-my-moments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://in-my-moments.blogspot.com/feeds/2763964785698123303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4700876041891535011&amp;postID=2763964785698123303&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700876041891535011/posts/default/2763964785698123303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700876041891535011/posts/default/2763964785698123303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-my-moments.blogspot.com/2010/04/cake-white-cake-with-lemon-curd.html' title='THE CAKE - White Cake with Lemon Curd...'/><author><name>Yosha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17638536298999351055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TRZuq8R9dpI/AAAAAAAADH4/WD92ZmBaOZw/S220/rome1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/S76DVTkhbGI/AAAAAAAACq8/OKmGPXJQVv4/s72-c/cake2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4700876041891535011.post-9208315519402661448</id><published>2010-03-28T15:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-28T17:36:17.405-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><title type='text'>THE Cake - White Cake and Raspberry Curd....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I have come to the conclusion that I need to stop looking at cake recipes, at instructions on how to make cake, stack cake and mostly&amp;nbsp;at things that can go wrong!&amp;nbsp; I am getting a little panicky and I have a month to go before this becomes a reality.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/S6-nmrsI-XI/AAAAAAAACqc/BdAaSoFDwgs/s1600/Rasp+cake2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="202" nt="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/S6-nmrsI-XI/AAAAAAAACqc/BdAaSoFDwgs/s400/Rasp+cake2.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Anyway I tried a white cake this weekend with raspberry curd.&amp;nbsp; I don't really have a recipe for a Raspberry curd,&amp;nbsp;I used components of the mango curd and a lime curd and damn have to say this tasted great!!&amp;nbsp; I wish it looked a bit more raspberry-ish but I'll take this!&amp;nbsp; Now I am trying to decide if I want to filter out the seeds or not...leaning towards not, any thought?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/S6-nxXbxoXI/AAAAAAAACqs/B6IWtEFA0u8/s1600/rASP.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" nt="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/S6-nxXbxoXI/AAAAAAAACqs/B6IWtEFA0u8/s400/rASP.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Overall, this combo was a winner, but I am a bit worried about the strength of a cake without egg yolks to hold up 3 tiers. So am leaning toward the yellow cake but the curd definitely made the cut!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/S6-nr8xZSlI/AAAAAAAACqk/FyCQ6ZgOJ_Y/s1600/Rasp+cake.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="305" nt="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/S6-nr8xZSlI/AAAAAAAACqk/FyCQ6ZgOJ_Y/s400/Rasp+cake.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Next cake decision To Fondant or Not to Fondant!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4700876041891535011-9208315519402661448?l=in-my-moments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://in-my-moments.blogspot.com/feeds/9208315519402661448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4700876041891535011&amp;postID=9208315519402661448&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700876041891535011/posts/default/9208315519402661448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700876041891535011/posts/default/9208315519402661448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-my-moments.blogspot.com/2010/03/cake-raspberry-curd-and-white-cake.html' title='THE Cake - White Cake and Raspberry Curd....'/><author><name>Yosha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17638536298999351055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TRZuq8R9dpI/AAAAAAAADH4/WD92ZmBaOZw/S220/rome1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/S6-nmrsI-XI/AAAAAAAACqc/BdAaSoFDwgs/s72-c/Rasp+cake2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4700876041891535011.post-2732198230999358550</id><published>2010-03-23T07:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-28T17:35:37.550-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><title type='text'>THE Cake - Butter Cake and Mango Curd test...</title><content type='html'>Thank you for the emailed suggestions and the cake recipes!&amp;nbsp; I bought some magi strips yesterday, it'll fit my 6in and 9in pans.&amp;nbsp; But the 12in I guess I'll go with the homemade paper towel and foil version.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I have made some progress. I have decided on the layers and the flavours. Sort of. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pretty quickly settled on the base layer being yellow or white&amp;nbsp;cake with mango curd. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was originally thinking chocolate for the middle layer but neither of them are chocolate crazies (I KNOW I can't believe I am friends with them either!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I am thinking middle layer will be raspberry. I can’t decide if it should be a white cake with raspberry curd, or a raspberry cake with lemon curd or raspberry cake with raspberry curd. I am soliciting opinions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Final layer will be lemon or yellow cake with lemon or raspberry curd (depending on what I decide for the middle layer).&amp;nbsp; Hence the, I have “sort of” decided. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well there is only so much research you can do, must jump into the kitchen and test out a couple. So over last weekend I tested out the yellow cake and the mango curd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/S6a0LJLFdaI/AAAAAAAACqE/6JnjpwAavaI/s1600-h/2Batter.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/S6a0LJLFdaI/AAAAAAAACqE/6JnjpwAavaI/s640/2Batter.jpg" vt="true" width="520" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mango curd wasn't great, but then&amp;nbsp;I started with not so ideal mangos.&amp;nbsp; Hopefully by the time April comes around I will get some good ripe magos, I think the recipe is a keeper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/S6a0SHNbRAI/AAAAAAAACqM/978GY5wlNzQ/s1600-h/cake.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="520" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/S6a0SHNbRAI/AAAAAAAACqM/978GY5wlNzQ/s640/cake.jpg" vt="true" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I am not a huge fan of the cake, it was a bit too sweet, even after I cut the sugar.&amp;nbsp; I am not sure how much sugar I am allowed to cut&amp;nbsp;before having an effect on the structure.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;So back to the drawing board...this weekend a new cake recipe and raspberry curd.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/S6a0kKv29lI/AAAAAAAACqU/-b2yxU4u74I/s1600-h/sky.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="425" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/S6a0kKv29lI/AAAAAAAACqU/-b2yxU4u74I/s640/sky.jpg" vt="true" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;On the plus side it was a beautiful sky out sunday night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ETA: After many many bites the cake is growing on me.&amp;nbsp; Plus my office crew thought it was great.&amp;nbsp; Although it was also&amp;nbsp;a bunch of guys and they'll like anything edible homemade!&amp;nbsp; Still&amp;nbsp; I am thinking this one could work.&amp;nbsp;Will decide after I try the&amp;nbsp;white cake.&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;I read a couple of articles that recommended mixing buttercream icing with the curd...plus I wonder if there is such&amp;nbsp;a thing as mango extract...hmmm....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4700876041891535011-2732198230999358550?l=in-my-moments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://in-my-moments.blogspot.com/feeds/2732198230999358550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4700876041891535011&amp;postID=2732198230999358550&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700876041891535011/posts/default/2732198230999358550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700876041891535011/posts/default/2732198230999358550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-my-moments.blogspot.com/2010/03/cake-everest-cake-and-mango-curd-test.html' title='THE Cake - Butter Cake and Mango Curd test...'/><author><name>Yosha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17638536298999351055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TRZuq8R9dpI/AAAAAAAADH4/WD92ZmBaOZw/S220/rome1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/S6a0LJLFdaI/AAAAAAAACqE/6JnjpwAavaI/s72-c/2Batter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4700876041891535011.post-2378904214872779403</id><published>2010-03-21T20:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-28T15:16:39.970-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><title type='text'>THE Cake - The Start...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I will soon be tackling my Mount Everest, so to speak. I am going to attempt to make a wedding cake for a friend. I am calling it a wedding cake; she might not as they are wise and not doing the huge wedding/reception thing but a more fun/humane post celebration.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/S6auyBU0gxI/AAAAAAAACp0/cx1g1hCCrdk/s1600-h/1setup.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="375" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/S6auyBU0gxI/AAAAAAAACp0/cx1g1hCCrdk/s400/1setup.jpg" vt="true" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So here’s how I came about to my Everest. A couple of weeks ago they announced they were getting married. Well in the excitement I volunteered to make their cake! Well that's a lie; I pretty much demanded to make the cake. I am pretty sure I said congratulations first. I hope I did. Let’s just say I did shall we? I did mentioned I was excited right?! Plus I show my love with food. But sigh, sometimes I really need to think, filter before speaking. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Couple of weeks later, in a moment of panic I tried to back out. "A professional will actually deliver what you want,” I said. The operative word being "deliver." Who knows what Murphy will do to me! Still they are super sweet and said they are doing a low key celebration so if I want to make the cake still they'll be happy to use it as a the cake. Urrmmm okay. I considered volunteering to pay for a professional cake and well that seems a little tacky at this point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am obviously daft, never made anything more complicated than a one (maybe two) layer cake and now I am doing a 3-tier cake! Yes 3. If I am going to do a cake, damn it I want it to be a proper wedding cake and don't they have a 3 layer minimum?! I wonder if I can do a cake sacrifice or some sort of ritual beforehand to ensure good karma for the actual cake?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/S6auhWeDyMI/AAAAAAAACps/vH69tbji5yM/s1600-h/4eggs.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/S6auhWeDyMI/AAAAAAAACps/vH69tbji5yM/s320/4eggs.jpg" vt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Anyway being the proper post grad student (grad school was a while ago, but I have yet to loose that feeling!) that I am, I started my research. Internet pointed me to a wealth of people &lt;a href="http://www.mytartelette.com/2008/11/my-best-friends-wedding.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://smittenkitchen.com/2008/07/project-wedding-cake-swiss-buttercream/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://allrecipes.com/HowTo/Assembling-a-Wedding-Cake/Detail.aspx"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://cooking-books.blogspot.com/2009/06/this-is-my-wedding-cake-i-made-it.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. I realized am not all that crazy, though these people are a lot more food/cake-wise accomplished than I. Then I ordered a number of DVDs but I am afraid they won’t make it in time. I ordered &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.ca/s/ref=nb_sb_ss_i_3_8?url=search-alias%3Daps&amp;amp;field-keywords=sky+high+irresistible+triple-layer+cakes&amp;amp;sprefix=sky+high"&gt;this book&lt;/a&gt; from amazon and got the &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.ca/Martha-Stewarts-Wedding-Cakes-Stewart/dp/0307394530/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1269255663&amp;amp;sr=8-1"&gt;Martha book of wedding cakes&lt;/a&gt;. Books, especially the high of the new book smell, always makes me feel better. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am also hoping to two friends (my own Martha Stewart, a mini Martha, if you will and a straight up artist masquerading as an engineer!) At the end of this project I will be able to answer one of life’s burning questions…How many engineers does it take to make a wedding cake? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully the answer is two, maybe three, maybe three and a non engineer because really I don’t know any more people. Of course, the one person that could totally help is the bride and I’ve banned her from this blog for the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch I will crash and burn and end up doing a one layer chocolate cake from a box!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any suggestion to get me over the hump?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4700876041891535011-2378904214872779403?l=in-my-moments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://in-my-moments.blogspot.com/feeds/2378904214872779403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4700876041891535011&amp;postID=2378904214872779403&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700876041891535011/posts/default/2378904214872779403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700876041891535011/posts/default/2378904214872779403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-my-moments.blogspot.com/2010/03/my-cake-everest-start.html' title='THE Cake - The Start...'/><author><name>Yosha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17638536298999351055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TRZuq8R9dpI/AAAAAAAADH4/WD92ZmBaOZw/S220/rome1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/S6auyBU0gxI/AAAAAAAACp0/cx1g1hCCrdk/s72-c/1setup.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4700876041891535011.post-4518546677301619604</id><published>2010-03-11T13:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T13:41:30.278-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crochet'/><title type='text'>The Afghan...</title><content type='html'>It is done!  The &lt;a href="http://in-my-moments.blogspot.com/2010/01/squares.html"&gt;squares&lt;/a&gt; I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;crocheted&lt;/span&gt; non-stop (well except for life breaks) has finally come to an end and morphed into this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/S5k3NPqniqI/AAAAAAAACpc/DGZlop4QZvI/s1600-h/blanket.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447445924964436642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 308px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/S5k3NPqniqI/AAAAAAAACpc/DGZlop4QZvI/s400/blanket.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I admit, I meant to make it bigger, but really those squares were haunting me day and night and I was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;getting a&lt;/span&gt;  bit bored doing same once over and over.  There are times I wish I wasn't so anal about geometry and symmetry, so I could crochet willy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;nilly&lt;/span&gt; and just join them, but really my brain and my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;OCD&lt;/span&gt; doesn't work that way...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/S5k3JQVxhPI/AAAAAAAACpU/ADY1RKiiOGw/s1600-h/blanket2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447445856425968882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 367px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/S5k3JQVxhPI/AAAAAAAACpU/ADY1RKiiOGw/s400/blanket2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4700876041891535011-4518546677301619604?l=in-my-moments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://in-my-moments.blogspot.com/feeds/4518546677301619604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4700876041891535011&amp;postID=4518546677301619604&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700876041891535011/posts/default/4518546677301619604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700876041891535011/posts/default/4518546677301619604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-my-moments.blogspot.com/2010/03/afghan.html' title='The Afghan...'/><author><name>Yosha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17638536298999351055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TRZuq8R9dpI/AAAAAAAADH4/WD92ZmBaOZw/S220/rome1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/S5k3NPqniqI/AAAAAAAACpc/DGZlop4QZvI/s72-c/blanket.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4700876041891535011.post-8175705382939926121</id><published>2010-03-05T15:00:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T13:44:51.102-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Out and about'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><title type='text'>So long Montreal...</title><content type='html'>My second last day in Montreal we stopped by the crepe shop around the corner from the hotel.  This was pretty much a hole in the wall with a small seating area.  But wow they had the best crepes!  First day I had pear (with real pears she peeled and chopped in front of me) and second day I had the strawberry banana and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;nutella&lt;/span&gt; one!  YUM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/S5Fi3ZCHSdI/AAAAAAAACpM/IdwH7NfG3Bk/s1600-h/crepe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445242128219720146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 315px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/S5Fi3ZCHSdI/AAAAAAAACpM/IdwH7NfG3Bk/s400/crepe.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4700876041891535011-8175705382939926121?l=in-my-moments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://in-my-moments.blogspot.com/feeds/8175705382939926121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4700876041891535011&amp;postID=8175705382939926121&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700876041891535011/posts/default/8175705382939926121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700876041891535011/posts/default/8175705382939926121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-my-moments.blogspot.com/2010/03/so-long-montreal.html' title='So long Montreal...'/><author><name>Yosha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17638536298999351055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TRZuq8R9dpI/AAAAAAAADH4/WD92ZmBaOZw/S220/rome1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/S5Fi3ZCHSdI/AAAAAAAACpM/IdwH7NfG3Bk/s72-c/crepe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4700876041891535011.post-5181802473264237009</id><published>2010-03-05T14:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T19:08:02.094-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Out and about'/><title type='text'>Old Montreal...</title><content type='html'>I spent a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;sunday&lt;/span&gt; morning walking through old &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Montreal&lt;/span&gt;.  I had a recommended tour mapped out but couldn't find this one street that was the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;beginning&lt;/span&gt; and end of the tour!  In the end I gave up and walked up and down, after all old Montreal is only two or three streets.  It reminded me a bit of Cambridge...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/S5FinC-uHNI/AAAAAAAACpE/9dxp7Lhk5Q4/s1600-h/old+montreal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445241847422000338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/S5FinC-uHNI/AAAAAAAACpE/9dxp7Lhk5Q4/s400/old+montreal.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This store did have everything maple, but expensive too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/S5FijPR7o7I/AAAAAAAACo8/tsLEvadsM4g/s1600-h/maple.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445241782004327346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/S5FijPR7o7I/AAAAAAAACo8/tsLEvadsM4g/s400/maple.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Old Montreal end up at the St. Laurent (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;uhm&lt;/span&gt;...that's correct right?!)  The old harbour still has some of the old HUGE sailing vessels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/S5Fid3KbeJI/AAAAAAAACo0/E-iBJrMxnaw/s1600-h/harbour.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445241689631062162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/S5Fid3KbeJI/AAAAAAAACo0/E-iBJrMxnaw/s400/harbour.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/S5FiZwAR3FI/AAAAAAAACos/Mzm8GgS7f90/s1600-h/harbour2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445241618989964370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/S5FiZwAR3FI/AAAAAAAACos/Mzm8GgS7f90/s400/harbour2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Notre&lt;/span&gt; Dame...I like the angels out front...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/S5FiSQPf2pI/AAAAAAAACok/QZ3wx8S88pI/s1600-h/notre+dame.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445241490204777106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/S5FiSQPf2pI/AAAAAAAACok/QZ3wx8S88pI/s400/notre+dame.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I assumed the courthouse.  I liked the figures...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/S5FiSbh5m1I/AAAAAAAACoc/mHYk5PVuI3c/s1600-h/court.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445241493234752338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 259px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/S5FiSbh5m1I/AAAAAAAACoc/mHYk5PVuI3c/s400/court.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I looked in on a crepe house...one I wasn't too hungry and two the prices were stupidly expensive!  More on crepes later...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4700876041891535011-5181802473264237009?l=in-my-moments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://in-my-moments.blogspot.com/feeds/5181802473264237009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4700876041891535011&amp;postID=5181802473264237009&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700876041891535011/posts/default/5181802473264237009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700876041891535011/posts/default/5181802473264237009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-my-moments.blogspot.com/2010/03/old-montreal.html' title='Old Montreal...'/><author><name>Yosha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17638536298999351055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TRZuq8R9dpI/AAAAAAAADH4/WD92ZmBaOZw/S220/rome1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/S5FinC-uHNI/AAAAAAAACpE/9dxp7Lhk5Q4/s72-c/old+montreal.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4700876041891535011.post-7057500520223667860</id><published>2010-03-05T14:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T15:12:25.246-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Out and about'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><title type='text'>Montreal...</title><content type='html'>I was in Montreal for a course, took some time to walk and eat through the city. This is a pic of the downtown area or at least as much of the down town as can be seen from the lounge window. If you look to the left of the picture you can see &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; Olympic torch from...uhrm...1976?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/S5Fh9kTw1LI/AAAAAAAACoU/4hoHIBY3vLY/s1600-h/overview.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445241134814123186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/S5Fh9kTw1LI/AAAAAAAACoU/4hoHIBY3vLY/s400/overview.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I of course took the worst possible day to take my camera up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/S5Fh9aGpRkI/AAAAAAAACoM/zbSyj7poJHQ/s1600-h/overview2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445241132074747458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 210px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/S5Fh9aGpRkI/AAAAAAAACoM/zbSyj7poJHQ/s400/overview2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I stayed one weekend just to explore and first stop was at Schwartz...it's an old dress shop turned into a smoke meat shop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/S5FhyOJRT2I/AAAAAAAACoE/2adn0x7cI3s/s1600-h/swartz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445240939885973346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 217px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/S5FhyOJRT2I/AAAAAAAACoE/2adn0x7cI3s/s400/swartz.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I had a smoke meat sandwich (duh!) with peppers that was to be spicy but really wasn't. Sandwich was worth the walk though!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/S5Fhu3p36xI/AAAAAAAACn8/xiScrZlJ7SA/s1600-h/sandwich.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445240882309098258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/S5Fhu3p36xI/AAAAAAAACn8/xiScrZlJ7SA/s400/sandwich.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The next night I had &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;bbq&lt;/span&gt;, I was told &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;portugese&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;bbq&lt;/span&gt; was the best and Coco &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Ricco&lt;/span&gt; was the best of the best. I am not really a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;connoisseur&lt;/span&gt;, but this left me feeling &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;meh&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/S5FhoBwsAVI/AAAAAAAACn0/8ZUjzFEQnHo/s1600-h/coco.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445240764762947922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 278px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/S5FhoBwsAVI/AAAAAAAACn0/8ZUjzFEQnHo/s400/coco.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Next old montreal...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4700876041891535011-7057500520223667860?l=in-my-moments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://in-my-moments.blogspot.com/feeds/7057500520223667860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4700876041891535011&amp;postID=7057500520223667860&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700876041891535011/posts/default/7057500520223667860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700876041891535011/posts/default/7057500520223667860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-my-moments.blogspot.com/2010/03/montreal.html' title='Montreal...'/><author><name>Yosha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17638536298999351055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TRZuq8R9dpI/AAAAAAAADH4/WD92ZmBaOZw/S220/rome1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/S5Fh9kTw1LI/AAAAAAAACoU/4hoHIBY3vLY/s72-c/overview.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4700876041891535011.post-1577102871906160004</id><published>2010-02-01T17:10:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T17:18:48.307-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cards'/><title type='text'>A card and a shadow...</title><content type='html'>Finally a card! It's quite the process to bring out all the supplies and actually do something as I am still living out of boxes! After much procrastination I finally made some cards, totally off of Nichole Headley. Now just have to sit down for some birthday cards and get some original thoughts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444905946176490610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 363px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/S5AxHBVDDHI/AAAAAAAACns/IbYUuLXqHns/s400/c.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I also got a new camera...my shadow came out pretty well I thought! &lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444905855353877922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 325px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/S5AxBu_P9aI/AAAAAAAACnk/Roa6OubmzxM/s400/shadow.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4700876041891535011-1577102871906160004?l=in-my-moments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://in-my-moments.blogspot.com/feeds/1577102871906160004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4700876041891535011&amp;postID=1577102871906160004&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700876041891535011/posts/default/1577102871906160004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700876041891535011/posts/default/1577102871906160004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-my-moments.blogspot.com/2010/02/card-and-shadow.html' title='A card and a shadow...'/><author><name>Yosha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17638536298999351055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TRZuq8R9dpI/AAAAAAAADH4/WD92ZmBaOZw/S220/rome1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/S5AxHBVDDHI/AAAAAAAACns/IbYUuLXqHns/s72-c/c.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4700876041891535011.post-4677535427490709042</id><published>2010-01-18T13:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T13:17:53.555-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stuff'/><title type='text'>Squares....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I've been meaning to make a couple of cards, desperate need of thank you and birthday cards but I just don't seem to have the time.  Lately I've been crocheting up a storm, need to finish thisblanket before March.    Despite working on it practically every night this is all I've managed to finish.  Not even a quarter yet!  Bah!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428144832328156290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 255px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/S1Sk9yhKxII/AAAAAAAACnc/1Nb9kjVq6PE/s400/afghan.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4700876041891535011-4677535427490709042?l=in-my-moments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://in-my-moments.blogspot.com/feeds/4677535427490709042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4700876041891535011&amp;postID=4677535427490709042&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700876041891535011/posts/default/4677535427490709042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700876041891535011/posts/default/4677535427490709042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-my-moments.blogspot.com/2010/01/squares.html' title='Squares....'/><author><name>Yosha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17638536298999351055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TRZuq8R9dpI/AAAAAAAADH4/WD92ZmBaOZw/S220/rome1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/S1Sk9yhKxII/AAAAAAAACnc/1Nb9kjVq6PE/s72-c/afghan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4700876041891535011.post-6982893072757824751</id><published>2010-01-04T10:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T11:03:51.075-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><title type='text'>Happy 2010!</title><content type='html'>Happy New Year all!  I have to admit I am a bit disappointed.  Way back when we thought of 2010 we thought the world would be a much better place...peace through out, climate well controlled, all of on one page to move the world fwd.  Okay those might be pipe dreams, but really where are the stuff that could totaly have been a reality?  Flying cars?  What happened to super-sonic flights?  Ottawa Europe in 2 hrs.  I will contain myself from starting a US vs the Concord rant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But alas 2010 is a reality and my year started out with good friends and good food.  So can't complain too much.  I made a cake to celebrate a friend's baby boy's 1 yr birthday (he was the first baby of 2009 in Ottawa!  Cool eh?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422910971926889634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 292px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/S0IMzBJFRKI/AAAAAAAACnU/-ubsi17zl9o/s400/car.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4700876041891535011-6982893072757824751?l=in-my-moments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://in-my-moments.blogspot.com/feeds/6982893072757824751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4700876041891535011&amp;postID=6982893072757824751&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700876041891535011/posts/default/6982893072757824751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700876041891535011/posts/default/6982893072757824751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-my-moments.blogspot.com/2010/01/happy-2010.html' title='Happy 2010!'/><author><name>Yosha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17638536298999351055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TRZuq8R9dpI/AAAAAAAADH4/WD92ZmBaOZw/S220/rome1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/S0IMzBJFRKI/AAAAAAAACnU/-ubsi17zl9o/s72-c/car.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4700876041891535011.post-325105179964363490</id><published>2009-12-30T07:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T07:33:39.591-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stuff'/><title type='text'>Winter Wonderland...</title><content type='html'>Though I guess the correct term would be winter iceland!  It was freezing rain, snow, freezing rain, rain, and more freezing rain on boxing day!  I didn't particularly mind, I was nice and warm inside having done my boxing day shopping inside.  The next day was warm (how sad is it that we are calling +1 warm?!) so I stepped just out the front door in my pjs to take a pic. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421004941545006066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 363px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/SztHRcptY_I/AAAAAAAACnE/NI_gjtPSH7c/s400/tree1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Close up at the iced branches!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/SztHRuDKfWI/AAAAAAAACnM/ce96NPlXz9c/s1600-h/t1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421004946215173474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 341px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/SztHRuDKfWI/AAAAAAAACnM/ce96NPlXz9c/s400/t1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I wish I had been smart enough to take a walk...the trees in a clump was beautiful and even the ice hanging off sign posts.  Oh well.  On the plus side (kind of) this is Ottawa, i am sure I'll get another chance at pictures....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4700876041891535011-325105179964363490?l=in-my-moments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://in-my-moments.blogspot.com/feeds/325105179964363490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4700876041891535011&amp;postID=325105179964363490&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700876041891535011/posts/default/325105179964363490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700876041891535011/posts/default/325105179964363490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-my-moments.blogspot.com/2009/12/winter-wonderland.html' title='Winter Wonderland...'/><author><name>Yosha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17638536298999351055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TRZuq8R9dpI/AAAAAAAADH4/WD92ZmBaOZw/S220/rome1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/SztHRcptY_I/AAAAAAAACnE/NI_gjtPSH7c/s72-c/tree1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4700876041891535011.post-2397127024895036921</id><published>2009-12-24T08:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T10:16:55.434-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><title type='text'>Tis the season...</title><content type='html'>Yes yes it is Christmas (hey if you are celebrating Merry Christmas!), but in my kitchen (mom's kitchen at the moment) &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;tis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; the season for baking! This year I've decided to give most of my friends baked goods and something home made instead of just dust catchers. This a push towards my "no more stuff" scream I had a while ago...seriously the no more stuff filters in loud and clear when you move for the 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; time in 5 yrs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway on to the biscuits. This is my second batch of baking...unfortunately I don't have pictures from the first batch of goodies where &lt;a href="http://modernmalaise.blogspot.com/"&gt;K&lt;/a&gt; and I baked for half a day &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;saturday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! We both agree next yr it'll have to be a full day event and I vow to be more organized! Second batch was much easier and I love all the goodies. Not the typical Christmas flavours but everyone has had enough sugar biscuits right?!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So from below, both are a bit short bread like biscuits.  The white are Cardamom Pistachio I discovered from the &lt;a href="http://www.thewednesdaychef.com/the_wednesday_chef/2009/12/mary-ellen-raes-cardamom-pistachio-cookies.html"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;wednesday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; chef&lt;/a&gt;. These were delicious even if I say so myself! The brown are Chocolate Mexican biscuits from &lt;a href="http://www.lottieanddoof.com/2009/12/12-days-of-cookies-8-mexican-chocolate-cookies/#more-3145"&gt;Lottie+&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Doof&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. It has a bit of coffee, bit of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;chilli&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; power (I admit I may have overdosed a bit) and bit of cinnamon! Sounds weird I know but really really good. The coffee usually highlights the chocolate and the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;chillie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; powder adds an extra layer. I can't explain it, you have to try it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/SzNs_1537MI/AAAAAAAACm8/WO_NbVTHl8E/s1600-h/cookies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418794620714216642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 258px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/SzNs_1537MI/AAAAAAAACm8/WO_NbVTHl8E/s400/cookies.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also tried &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Rugelach&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. K baked a batch and I really liked how the dough and the final products looked so had a go myself. Though I have to admit, these took a while and i only clued on to the perfect roll up on my third tray. K made it look too simple!!! The dough was bits and pieces from a bunch of recipes from the net. I only added a tablespoon or two of sugar to the dough. Filling was what I had on hand, mostly nutty. Starting bottom left and heading clock wise...Cardamom, Brown Sugar Pistachio, Chocolate Almond Pistachio, Brown Sugar Pistachio and finally Red Current Jam, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Poppyseed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, Almond and Pistachio. &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/SzNs_u4T3dI/AAAAAAAACm0/7rP28GWC7Kg/s1600-h/rugelach.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418794618828611026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 385px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/SzNs_u4T3dI/AAAAAAAACm0/7rP28GWC7Kg/s400/rugelach.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of the red current jam oozed out, must find out how to fix it. Plus can you tell I had Pistachios?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cardamom was a family favourite.  Will have to make more for the luncheon my little brother, his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;gf&lt;/span&gt; and I are prepping (more details on that later!) for Jan 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt;   My dad had a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;cardamom&lt;/span&gt; while sipping his tea and claimed it was like having &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;chai&lt;/span&gt; due to the lingering taste.  I think that was more of a way of scamming another but hey a compliment is a compliment!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4700876041891535011-2397127024895036921?l=in-my-moments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://in-my-moments.blogspot.com/feeds/2397127024895036921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4700876041891535011&amp;postID=2397127024895036921&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700876041891535011/posts/default/2397127024895036921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700876041891535011/posts/default/2397127024895036921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-my-moments.blogspot.com/2009/12/tis-season.html' title='Tis the season...'/><author><name>Yosha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17638536298999351055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TRZuq8R9dpI/AAAAAAAADH4/WD92ZmBaOZw/S220/rome1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/SzNs_1537MI/AAAAAAAACm8/WO_NbVTHl8E/s72-c/cookies.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4700876041891535011.post-3416969081036472994</id><published>2009-12-14T07:25:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T07:38:19.778-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stuff'/><title type='text'>The Ballet Slippers...</title><content type='html'>I spent &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;friday&lt;/span&gt; night decorating a cake for my friend Lucy's daughter. Out of all the cakes I've done this was fairly simple. One colour mostly just stars. But &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;sheesh&lt;/span&gt; it was a bit of a fiasco. My first batch of icing was too thin, second batch was a bit too thick. I was afraid to thin it out so worked with it but make it so much harder to pipe it out!! Plus I forgot how hard this was on my wrist. Overall I think it came out okay not my best but okay (better than the picture shows!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/SyYu8OSjKPI/AAAAAAAACms/AxA4vpuLYZ8/s1600-h/shoe4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415067214122526962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 275px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/SyYu8OSjKPI/AAAAAAAACms/AxA4vpuLYZ8/s400/shoe4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Luckily Lucy came by and she was quite the piping genius! My hand was cramping quite a bit by the time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/SyYu3EzHPaI/AAAAAAAACmk/0IG6Ww9ndPw/s1600-h/L.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415067125675408802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/SyYu3EzHPaI/AAAAAAAACmk/0IG6Ww9ndPw/s400/L.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I debated showing this picture! Nothing like greasy hair, no make up, in apron picture to throw out on the net, but since I posted Lucy's pic... oh notice the little finger on my right hand...yep I lost my iron ring...again!!! Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/SyYuyh99dbI/AAAAAAAACmc/2BAkqdk3K4E/s1600-h/me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415067047606187442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/SyYuyh99dbI/AAAAAAAACmc/2BAkqdk3K4E/s400/me.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Now that I look at this pic I think my wrist issues are just the very bad way I hold the bag! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4700876041891535011-3416969081036472994?l=in-my-moments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://in-my-moments.blogspot.com/feeds/3416969081036472994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4700876041891535011&amp;postID=3416969081036472994&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700876041891535011/posts/default/3416969081036472994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700876041891535011/posts/default/3416969081036472994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-my-moments.blogspot.com/2009/12/ballet-slippers.html' title='The Ballet Slippers...'/><author><name>Yosha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17638536298999351055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TRZuq8R9dpI/AAAAAAAADH4/WD92ZmBaOZw/S220/rome1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/SyYu8OSjKPI/AAAAAAAACms/AxA4vpuLYZ8/s72-c/shoe4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4700876041891535011.post-3006445638086547194</id><published>2009-11-23T09:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T09:52:27.472-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><title type='text'>Orange and Oat Scones...</title><content type='html'>I LOVE anything with orange in it...orange chocolate, orange &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;champagne&lt;/span&gt; dressing, orange cake etc.  Though gotta admit I am not a huge fan of eating an actual orange!  I think it has something to do with peeling the actual orange and also that you may bump across the sour orange in the pile! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/Swqfdc2KzzI/AAAAAAAACmU/AcqARBY9n9s/s1600/orange+scone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407309630920118066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 251px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/Swqfdc2KzzI/AAAAAAAACmU/AcqARBY9n9s/s400/orange+scone.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Anyway last week Heidi of &lt;a href="http://www.101cookbooks.com/"&gt;101cookbooks.com &lt;/a&gt;posted a recipe for &lt;a href="http://www.101cookbooks.com/archives/orange-and-oat-scones-recipe.html"&gt;Orange and Oat Scones&lt;/a&gt;.  I've mentioned my f&lt;a href="http://in-my-moments.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-kingdom-for-scone.html"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;athers&lt;/span&gt;' thing for scones&lt;/a&gt;.  Between that and this having orange in it I of course gave it a try.   I didn't have the fancy sugar (fancy for me anyway) to dot the scones but these were lovely.  They were light and feathery (if that makes any sense) and the oats added a nice texture to it.  Now I wonder if I replaced the orange zest with lemon zest would it be just as good?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Definitely worth a try, advance warning you will be addicted....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4700876041891535011-3006445638086547194?l=in-my-moments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://in-my-moments.blogspot.com/feeds/3006445638086547194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4700876041891535011&amp;postID=3006445638086547194&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700876041891535011/posts/default/3006445638086547194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700876041891535011/posts/default/3006445638086547194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-my-moments.blogspot.com/2009/11/orange-and-oat-scones.html' title='Orange and Oat Scones...'/><author><name>Yosha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17638536298999351055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TRZuq8R9dpI/AAAAAAAADH4/WD92ZmBaOZw/S220/rome1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/Swqfdc2KzzI/AAAAAAAACmU/AcqARBY9n9s/s72-c/orange+scone.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4700876041891535011.post-4686459716183001617</id><published>2009-11-22T09:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T09:45:00.280-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Out and about'/><title type='text'>Me...me...me...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Last Saturday I was another year older but I can’t claim to be any wiser. Had a great day/weekend though! Went to a hockey game – Ottawa vs. NY Rangers. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Didn&lt;/span&gt;’t pay attention when I got the tickets and it turned out to be a Saturday afternoon game. I forgot I had my camera for most of the time and just took pics out front and during the player warm up....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/SwVazdnSBnI/AAAAAAAACmE/U1aA9C2FmAk/s1600/h1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405826767897364082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/SwVazdnSBnI/AAAAAAAACmE/U1aA9C2FmAk/s400/h1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The guys played like it was a Saturday afternoon game too! I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;shouldn&lt;/span&gt;’t call it a game really, it was more a “lets take a couple of lazy strolls through the rink…oh wait what &lt;em&gt;is that&lt;/em&gt; black thing in front of me? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Hmm&lt;/span&gt;…maybe I should speed up and do something with it…oh never mind the other guy got it. Oh hey man…how is the big apple? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Hasn&lt;/span&gt;’t the weather been wild? I can’t quite get into this hockey thing with the temps being above zero. Oh look gotta head back to the bench, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;catcha&lt;/span&gt; later!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/SwVazI6rUuI/AAAAAAAACl8/h7ZWiOgExdQ/s1600/h2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405826762341569250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/SwVazI6rUuI/AAAAAAAACl8/h7ZWiOgExdQ/s400/h2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sens lost in a shoot out (a long one too). While the game was ho-hum, the company was great! It’s still a little wild to me that I can drop in on my friends any time I want to without planning a cross-country trip!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/SwVay_zPU7I/AAAAAAAACl0/5-GPVXj9DtU/s1600/h3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405826759894455218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/SwVay_zPU7I/AAAAAAAACl0/5-GPVXj9DtU/s400/h3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Following the game we went for Ethiopian food. In case you haven't tried it before, they bring the food out in a big platter lined with Ethiopian bread (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;injera&lt;/span&gt;) and drop the meat/veggies right on top. You are supposed to break the bread or use the extra pieces to scoop up the food. We, of course, forgot to take a picture of the food (I took a pic below from the web…the bread looks the same, rest of the dishes not really!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/SwVaSk4uoNI/AAAAAAAACls/6AL9u48J4_Q/s1600/ethipopian.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405826202913906898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 285px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/SwVaSk4uoNI/AAAAAAAACls/6AL9u48J4_Q/s400/ethipopian.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I thought it was just the three of us for dinner. Proof that I haven’t gotten any wiser. Really I don’t know what made me think that for my first birthday back home it’ll be a quiet dinner with just two friends! I’d show a picture here, but I haven’t gotten permission from all of them to post their picture! So you just get a not so great picture of me (the Sens wear was a gift from my brothers...they actually went shopping, I am still shocked!) and will just have to take my word that it was a really good night/dinner! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405873565394061154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 177px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/SwWFXb38x2I/AAAAAAAACmM/EBZHAGn83Nc/s400/me2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://modernmalaise.blogspot.com/"&gt;K&lt;/a&gt; made an incredible chocolate cake. Before I realized she had brought a cake I joked that if she did bake “it’s all mine, mine and mine!” Not so surprisingly, once the cake came out, no one listened to me and I had to share the glorious chocolate…sadly we don't have a picture that does it justice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/SwVaLxxBSeI/AAAAAAAAClk/gCDEBTqbSj4/s1600/cake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405826086112152034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 394px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/SwVaLxxBSeI/AAAAAAAAClk/gCDEBTqbSj4/s400/cake.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The cake was gone by next day. I had a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;measly&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;piece&lt;/span&gt; once I got home but between brothers and cousins I was lucky I got another piece. Why did I move home again...oh right so K could actually bake me a cake!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4700876041891535011-4686459716183001617?l=in-my-moments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://in-my-moments.blogspot.com/feeds/4686459716183001617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4700876041891535011&amp;postID=4686459716183001617&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700876041891535011/posts/default/4686459716183001617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700876041891535011/posts/default/4686459716183001617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-my-moments.blogspot.com/2009/11/mememe.html' title='Me...me...me...'/><author><name>Yosha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17638536298999351055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TRZuq8R9dpI/AAAAAAAADH4/WD92ZmBaOZw/S220/rome1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/SwVazdnSBnI/AAAAAAAACmE/U1aA9C2FmAk/s72-c/h1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4700876041891535011.post-3472817658344587667</id><published>2009-11-20T14:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T14:03:11.114-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cards'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Penny Black'/><title type='text'>Basic Grey - Part 2...</title><content type='html'>Another scrappy card. I just realized I really should have shown the first couple of cards to show where the scraps were coming from! Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/SwVDGqPTTZI/AAAAAAAAClc/c1tiUCgf_UY/s1600/red+card2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405800709424893330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 309px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/SwVDGqPTTZI/AAAAAAAAClc/c1tiUCgf_UY/s400/red+card2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I apologize for the picture quality too...my room, 10pm, flourecent light...'nuff said right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4700876041891535011-3472817658344587667?l=in-my-moments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://in-my-moments.blogspot.com/feeds/3472817658344587667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4700876041891535011&amp;postID=3472817658344587667&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700876041891535011/posts/default/3472817658344587667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700876041891535011/posts/default/3472817658344587667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-my-moments.blogspot.com/2009/11/basic-grey-part-2.html' title='Basic Grey - Part 2...'/><author><name>Yosha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17638536298999351055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TRZuq8R9dpI/AAAAAAAADH4/WD92ZmBaOZw/S220/rome1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/SwVDGqPTTZI/AAAAAAAAClc/c1tiUCgf_UY/s72-c/red+card2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4700876041891535011.post-6977689186199601046</id><published>2009-11-19T08:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T08:05:19.179-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cards'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Penny Black'/><title type='text'>Basic Grey - Part 1...</title><content type='html'>I still have my stack of Basic Grey paper from last year or maybe even the year before! I can’t remember what it is called though. I am not sure if I was hording or just without ideas on how to use it. But I was determined to use it up this yr! Not quite done but I made a decent dent to it. Next couple of cards are the same image just different paper. If I were smart I would have taken pics at the same time and made one post but meh. Still need to glitter it up a bit and add a greeting, but I figure I’ll do that while I am writing out the cards…bit more personal that way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/SwVB7W_qrDI/AAAAAAAAClU/xHOHSba_WKo/s1600/red+card.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405799415768853554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 341px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/SwVB7W_qrDI/AAAAAAAAClU/xHOHSba_WKo/s400/red+card.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This card "design" came out becasue I had some scraps to use up, they were just too pretty to be thrown out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4700876041891535011-6977689186199601046?l=in-my-moments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://in-my-moments.blogspot.com/feeds/6977689186199601046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4700876041891535011&amp;postID=6977689186199601046&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700876041891535011/posts/default/6977689186199601046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700876041891535011/posts/default/6977689186199601046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-my-moments.blogspot.com/2009/11/basic-grey-part-1.html' title='Basic Grey - Part 1...'/><author><name>Yosha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17638536298999351055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TRZuq8R9dpI/AAAAAAAADH4/WD92ZmBaOZw/S220/rome1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/SwVB7W_qrDI/AAAAAAAAClU/xHOHSba_WKo/s72-c/red+card.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4700876041891535011.post-3719639904851348295</id><published>2009-11-09T07:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T07:36:42.680-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cards'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SU'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inkadinkado'/><title type='text'>Wedding Wishes...</title><content type='html'>So after much procrastination (nothing like the last minute for me!) I got together with a friend to make a collegue (well my ex-boss from 2 jobs ago, but my friends' collegue) a card.  Used the fancy folds tutorial &lt;a href="http://flourishesnewsletter.blogspot.com/2009/10/friday-focus-fancy-folds.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.  I had a hard time getting the fold right.  Tutorial is great, I just had a hard time with math saturday night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/SvgLBIJgZDI/AAAAAAAAClE/2PJWDP1_pnE/s1600-h/front.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402079867026039858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 356px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/SvgLBIJgZDI/AAAAAAAAClE/2PJWDP1_pnE/s400/front.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Colour scheme was just because I had Old olive designer paper!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/SvgK2ddqI9I/AAAAAAAACk8/iOatalCqdig/s1600-h/open.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402079683769148370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 348px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/SvgK2ddqI9I/AAAAAAAACk8/iOatalCqdig/s400/open.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; You can't really see it, but I did go a bit glitter crazy on this card!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/SvgKuNv8c2I/AAAAAAAACk0/JXD8MgwPnsc/s1600-h/mid.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402079542111925090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 354px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/SvgKuNv8c2I/AAAAAAAACk0/JXD8MgwPnsc/s400/mid.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; M has one of those Michaels' pregnant women stamps.  She joked we should stamp that on the back.  I was so tempted, but then she would have had to take responsibility for it.  I stuck with rings.  Though I do kinda regret not using the stamp!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/SvgKpPJGfEI/AAAAAAAACks/le_4QgvIC-0/s1600-h/back.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402079456586529858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 354px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/SvgKpPJGfEI/AAAAAAAACks/le_4QgvIC-0/s400/back.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; You can see the full fold here...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4700876041891535011-3719639904851348295?l=in-my-moments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://in-my-moments.blogspot.com/feeds/3719639904851348295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4700876041891535011&amp;postID=3719639904851348295&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700876041891535011/posts/default/3719639904851348295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700876041891535011/posts/default/3719639904851348295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-my-moments.blogspot.com/2009/11/wedding-wishes.html' title='Wedding Wishes...'/><author><name>Yosha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17638536298999351055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TRZuq8R9dpI/AAAAAAAADH4/WD92ZmBaOZw/S220/rome1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/SvgLBIJgZDI/AAAAAAAAClE/2PJWDP1_pnE/s72-c/front.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4700876041891535011.post-6388377985319880495</id><published>2009-11-04T21:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T06:31:24.809-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><title type='text'>Pie + Candy =...</title><content type='html'>Ever looked at a recipe or the final result and been grossed out but seriously intrigued?! This was my reaction to the &lt;a href="http://www.seriouseats.com/recipes/2009/11/cakespy-leftover-halloween-candy-pie-recipe.html"&gt;Halloween Candy pie&lt;/a&gt;. I thought "who's crazy mind comes up with these things...I bet it's the same mind that thought to deep fry a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;twinkie&lt;/span&gt; that's stuffed with a snicker."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yes you all now that while I may not be crazy enough to come up with these things, but I am always intrigued. Though usually I am grossed out enough that I won't actually take the trouble to make. Then I mentioned this little culinary nugget to my little brother and his response was "hell ya, when are you making it?!" Well...today (or well really yesterday.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/SvK3FaFMV0I/AAAAAAAACkk/eMekwO10QGc/s1600-h/a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400580206698977090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 336px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/SvK3FaFMV0I/AAAAAAAACkk/eMekwO10QGc/s400/a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is one of the things I love and hate about living at home. My brothers (especially the little guy) is willing to try pretty much anything. So experiments that I may have bookmarked but passed by now actually see the light of day or the light of oven!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/SvK3FKRD2_I/AAAAAAAACkc/YStZvmZh6Xo/s1600-h/b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400580202453785586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 384px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/SvK3FKRD2_I/AAAAAAAACkc/YStZvmZh6Xo/s400/b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On a somewhat healthier note I tried this &lt;a href="http://kalynskitchen.blogspot.com/2009/10/recipe-for-spicy-red-lentil-and.html"&gt;Morccaan Stew &lt;/a&gt;and it was excellent!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4700876041891535011-6388377985319880495?l=in-my-moments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://in-my-moments.blogspot.com/feeds/6388377985319880495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4700876041891535011&amp;postID=6388377985319880495&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700876041891535011/posts/default/6388377985319880495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700876041891535011/posts/default/6388377985319880495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-my-moments.blogspot.com/2009/11/pie-candy.html' title='Pie + Candy =...'/><author><name>Yosha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17638536298999351055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TRZuq8R9dpI/AAAAAAAADH4/WD92ZmBaOZw/S220/rome1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/SvK3FaFMV0I/AAAAAAAACkk/eMekwO10QGc/s72-c/a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4700876041891535011.post-181168268753209537</id><published>2009-10-28T12:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T08:13:30.454-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Not a card'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><title type='text'>To Soda or Not to Soda...</title><content type='html'>These pictures shocked me. Yes I knew soda/pop/soft drinks, what ever you want to call them contained sugar. But to actually see straight up visual from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;sugarstacking&lt;/span&gt;.com was a bit shocking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397716155320923330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/SuiKPrRKdMI/AAAAAAAACkE/bnCDK0WdEWA/s400/colas-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gave up soda 6-7 year ago. That summer we were had work &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;BBQs&lt;/span&gt; every two weeks. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Ahh&lt;/span&gt; good times. The meal of course came with a soda and I used to sip a can (or very rarely two) the whole afternoon. During my regular check up a few months later the doctor found cavities. I had been free of such things the prior visit. “Cavities” I moaned. But I brush, I floss obsessively and for good measure I use the hated mouthwash. What more is there left to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/SuiKR-TYAHI/AAAAAAAACkU/Yz5OJq-NIXY/s1600-h/redbull.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397716194790211698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/SuiKR-TYAHI/AAAAAAAACkU/Yz5OJq-NIXY/s400/redbull.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we tracked the changes in my life the last 6 months. This was pretty easy, my life &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;wasn&lt;/span&gt;’t anymore exciting back then! The big neon light flashed on my soda habit. Not only did I drink in a regular basis but I sipped! Constant sugar in my mouth for hours. This may have a coincidence, I was looking for a cause and this was a good scapegoat. Or at least this is what &lt;a href="http://www.fooducate.com/blog/2009/10/09/cokes-ceo-we-didnt-make-america-fat-indeed/"&gt;Coke’s CEO &lt;/a&gt;would like me to believe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/SuiKQu5MqoI/AAAAAAAACkM/I3o5T-kC2t4/s1600-h/mtdew.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397716173474015874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/SuiKQu5MqoI/AAAAAAAACkM/I3o5T-kC2t4/s400/mtdew.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Whatever the truth, I have in most part given up soda. This &lt;a href="http://communities.canada.com/ottawacitizen/blogs/omnivore/archive/2009/10/13/guest-blog-bubbling-over-obesity-and-soda-pop.aspx"&gt;article&lt;/a&gt;  suggests it was a good thing all around. Still I will still sip, yes sip, a soda once in while but that is a pretty rare occasion. Now my drink of choice is water, no ice, lemon if you have it thank you…well except for mornings where I seem to have become a coffee addict…again…but that’s another rant.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In case you don't make it to the full article, here are some highlights from a study done in California...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Over 10.7 million Californians over the age of one drink at least one soda a day (or other sugar-sweetened beverage).&lt;br /&gt;2. 41% of children ages 2-11 drink at least one soda or other sugar-sweetened beverage every day.&lt;br /&gt;3. That number goes up to 62% of adolescents ages 12-17.&lt;br /&gt;4. Only 1 in 4 adults drinks pop though.&lt;br /&gt;5. Adults who do drink one or more sodas or other sugar-sweetened beverages each day are 27% more likely to be overweight or obese.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. Almost half of the additional calories growth in our diet since the 1970’s come from soda.&lt;br /&gt;7. Each American consumes an average of 50 gallons of sugar sweetened soft drinks per year.&lt;br /&gt;8. Soda is the #1 source of added sugar in the American Diet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9. The average size of a soda increased from 6.5 oz in the 1950’s to 16.2 oz today (149% increase!)&lt;br /&gt;10. Milk consumption, on the other hand has decreased by 33% in the last 30 years.&lt;br /&gt;11. Each additional daily serving of soda increases a child’s chance risk for obesity by 60%.&lt;br /&gt;12. In the last 25 years, the obesity rate in California rose from 8.9%  to 24.3%. That’s one in four Californians!&lt;br /&gt;13. The cost in medical and health expenses to the state is estimated at $41 billion.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4700876041891535011-181168268753209537?l=in-my-moments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://in-my-moments.blogspot.com/feeds/181168268753209537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4700876041891535011&amp;postID=181168268753209537&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700876041891535011/posts/default/181168268753209537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700876041891535011/posts/default/181168268753209537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-my-moments.blogspot.com/2009/10/to-soda-or-not-to-soda.html' title='To Soda or Not to Soda...'/><author><name>Yosha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17638536298999351055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TRZuq8R9dpI/AAAAAAAADH4/WD92ZmBaOZw/S220/rome1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/SuiKPrRKdMI/AAAAAAAACkE/bnCDK0WdEWA/s72-c/colas-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4700876041891535011.post-8279035610229854901</id><published>2009-10-28T07:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T07:58:11.773-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cards'/><title type='text'>Snowflake...</title><content type='html'>Bah talk about being an inconsistent blogger eh?!  Sadly I do have cards...well kinda...I have bits and pieces of a bunch of cards but in every design I am missing a bit of something here and there.  Hopefully I'll get all parts before x-mas!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought the snowflake punch especially for this card, but I am not sure I like the results!  I like the blue part and the snowflake, maybe it would be better on chocolate chip or something...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;hmmm&lt;/span&gt; will try a modification...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/Sugw5AxB88I/AAAAAAAACj8/oFb5hqsmP48/s1600-h/snowflacke.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397617909419865026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 309px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/Sugw5AxB88I/AAAAAAAACj8/oFb5hqsmP48/s400/snowflacke.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/Sugw430HmGI/AAAAAAAACj0/v-uKRWLrsQI/s1600-h/snowflake2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397617907016898658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 348px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/Sugw430HmGI/AAAAAAAACj0/v-uKRWLrsQI/s400/snowflake2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4700876041891535011-8279035610229854901?l=in-my-moments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://in-my-moments.blogspot.com/feeds/8279035610229854901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4700876041891535011&amp;postID=8279035610229854901&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700876041891535011/posts/default/8279035610229854901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700876041891535011/posts/default/8279035610229854901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-my-moments.blogspot.com/2009/10/snowflake.html' title='Snowflake...'/><author><name>Yosha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17638536298999351055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TRZuq8R9dpI/AAAAAAAADH4/WD92ZmBaOZw/S220/rome1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/Sugw5AxB88I/AAAAAAAACj8/oFb5hqsmP48/s72-c/snowflacke.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4700876041891535011.post-5908159054385643797</id><published>2009-10-21T06:50:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-25T07:37:22.496-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><title type='text'>Rustic Apple Pie...</title><content type='html'>One of my friends went apple picking and brought a giant bag of apples for me. Best way to use it up??? Make apple sauce and apple pie. Pie that much better since I ended up using half of the crazy amount of apple sauce I made the day before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/StxgwLvu_2I/AAAAAAAACjs/80YcL7c5UPc/s1600-h/Pie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394292834586001250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 393px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/StxgwLvu_2I/AAAAAAAACjs/80YcL7c5UPc/s400/Pie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My issue lately has been pie crust. I was afraid to attempt it, the whole thing off "rubbing in the butter" properly, but don't let it get warm, don't &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;over mix&lt;/span&gt; etc. etc. worried me. First time I tried it, I left in butter chunks (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;obviously&lt;/span&gt; didn't understand how fine this had to be!) and my pie literally cooked on a cushion of oil as the butter melted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I bought a pastry cutter. It's bigger than I wanted but the store didn't have many options. This didn't quite work out as i still had to get my hands in there, the butter stuck to the cutter a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;saturday&lt;/span&gt; I sat down with a whole lot of butter and flour and thought if it doesn't work this time I am going to be buying from now on. I used my hands to work the butter in and totally worked! Sadly I ended up burning the bottoms of post of my pie, but that's another story in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;incompetence&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4700876041891535011-5908159054385643797?l=in-my-moments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://in-my-moments.blogspot.com/feeds/5908159054385643797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4700876041891535011&amp;postID=5908159054385643797&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700876041891535011/posts/default/5908159054385643797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700876041891535011/posts/default/5908159054385643797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-my-moments.blogspot.com/2009/10/one-of-my-friends-went-apple-picking.html' title='Rustic Apple Pie...'/><author><name>Yosha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17638536298999351055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TRZuq8R9dpI/AAAAAAAADH4/WD92ZmBaOZw/S220/rome1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/StxgwLvu_2I/AAAAAAAACjs/80YcL7c5UPc/s72-c/Pie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4700876041891535011.post-8736319195802991441</id><published>2009-10-19T08:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T08:49:13.068-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cards'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SU'/><title type='text'>Elves Noel...</title><content type='html'>I don't know how I feel about these cards.  I really liked the image and really enjoyed colouring it.  Then I took the cards out to the natural light and all of a sudden wasn't too impressed with my efforts.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Meh&lt;/span&gt; maybe they'll grow on me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/StxfrxdSh6I/AAAAAAAACjk/eNpliXUZcF0/s1600-h/N2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394291659298211746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 305px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/StxfrxdSh6I/AAAAAAAACjk/eNpliXUZcF0/s400/N2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/Stxfrdsu3sI/AAAAAAAACjc/2nLrEK_p0LY/s1600-h/N1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394291653994274498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 308px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/Stxfrdsu3sI/AAAAAAAACjc/2nLrEK_p0LY/s400/N1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/StxfrMBZpFI/AAAAAAAACjU/shmoxTZhyTg/s1600-h/N3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394291649249125458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 304px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/StxfrMBZpFI/AAAAAAAACjU/shmoxTZhyTg/s400/N3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4700876041891535011-8736319195802991441?l=in-my-moments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://in-my-moments.blogspot.com/feeds/8736319195802991441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4700876041891535011&amp;postID=8736319195802991441&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700876041891535011/posts/default/8736319195802991441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700876041891535011/posts/default/8736319195802991441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-my-moments.blogspot.com/2009/10/elves-noel.html' title='Elves Noel...'/><author><name>Yosha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17638536298999351055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TRZuq8R9dpI/AAAAAAAADH4/WD92ZmBaOZw/S220/rome1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/StxfrxdSh6I/AAAAAAAACjk/eNpliXUZcF0/s72-c/N2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4700876041891535011.post-8026663656263227982</id><published>2009-10-17T06:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T06:30:00.366-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><title type='text'>Hunt for the Chocolate Chip Biscuit...</title><content type='html'>I am still on the hunt for the perfect chocolate chip biscuit.  Not too sweet, not crispy but soft, not cakey and good chocolate ratio.  The mesquite chocolate chip from Heidi Swanson was pretty good, but it not the traditional straight up chocolate chip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; So I gave Claire Clarks a whirl.  It wasn’t bad.  Though I am convinced half of the yumness comes from the actual butter I used.  They flattened well, remained soft, but it is too sweet for me.  Brothers liked it though and pretty my gobbled up the stash!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/StSdEcga7dI/AAAAAAAACjI/aE5Us7PoCNY/s1600-h/biscuit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392107353566539218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 317px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/StSdEcga7dI/AAAAAAAACjI/aE5Us7PoCNY/s400/biscuit.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I’ve been told the recipe in the Hershey cookbook is good, so that might be next…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4700876041891535011-8026663656263227982?l=in-my-moments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://in-my-moments.blogspot.com/feeds/8026663656263227982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4700876041891535011&amp;postID=8026663656263227982&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700876041891535011/posts/default/8026663656263227982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700876041891535011/posts/default/8026663656263227982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-my-moments.blogspot.com/2009/10/hunt-for-chocolate-chip-biscuit.html' title='Hunt for the Chocolate Chip Biscuit...'/><author><name>Yosha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17638536298999351055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TRZuq8R9dpI/AAAAAAAADH4/WD92ZmBaOZw/S220/rome1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/StSdEcga7dI/AAAAAAAACjI/aE5Us7PoCNY/s72-c/biscuit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4700876041891535011.post-6106618506707028076</id><published>2009-10-15T06:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T06:46:00.555-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><title type='text'>First Time Bread!</title><content type='html'>I got a bread maker late spring.  Procrastinated opening it…first it was “well I am moving home soon, no point in opening it now”, then it was…actually I don’t know what maybe pure laziness.  I didn’t realize how simple the actual process was.  Well there is also this niggling fear that I will explode in size…I confess I LOVE bread and have little control in the “enjoy a bit in moderation” concept.  I indulge (not binge, not that bad!) and then avoid for the next couple of weeks.  But now that I have two brothers in the house, I finally dragged out my bread maker.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first loaf came out great.  I added  a bit of onion and herbs to the flour and could taste it a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/StSTYBnaQFI/AAAAAAAACjA/8iBh3u_xY6k/s1600-h/Bread.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392096694829203538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 379px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/StSTYBnaQFI/AAAAAAAACjA/8iBh3u_xY6k/s400/Bread.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So I thought I need a bit more onion and herbs.  Even as I was sautéing all this an errant thought was that maybe I should just get the bread machine to make the dough I can bake it up in a loaf pan.  I am not a huge fan of the size of the cake.  But then I thought meh and went with just the bread machine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As it turned out I should have listened to the errant thought!  I am not sure exactly what went wrong but the dough exploded, burnt on the element, on the side of the bread basket, every where really and left the house filled with smoke. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did the yeast somehow touch the liquid and rise too much?  Should I have reduced the amount of flour because I added the onions and such?  Did I not measure the ingredients properly?  I don’t know yet, I haven’t read my book to see if there is an answer.  But sometime this week I will try again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As much as I don’t like the size of the bread it is the perfect shape for the grilled sandwich maker.  One slice pretty my cover the area, so this is perfect for my borthers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4700876041891535011-6106618506707028076?l=in-my-moments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://in-my-moments.blogspot.com/feeds/6106618506707028076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4700876041891535011&amp;postID=6106618506707028076&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700876041891535011/posts/default/6106618506707028076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700876041891535011/posts/default/6106618506707028076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-my-moments.blogspot.com/2009/10/first-time-bread.html' title='First Time Bread!'/><author><name>Yosha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17638536298999351055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TRZuq8R9dpI/AAAAAAAADH4/WD92ZmBaOZw/S220/rome1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/StSTYBnaQFI/AAAAAAAACjA/8iBh3u_xY6k/s72-c/Bread.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4700876041891535011.post-5099154184937578837</id><published>2009-10-13T08:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T08:09:13.648-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><title type='text'>Red Wine Chocolate cake...</title><content type='html'>This was a weekend of baking for me.  Friday night I made the Red Wine Chocolate cake for a friend as a place holder for a house warming gift.  I’&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ve&lt;/span&gt; known she’ll be buying a house for months, I’&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ve&lt;/span&gt; know she’s bought a house for 2 months, I’&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ve&lt;/span&gt; known we’d get together for 2 weeks and yet I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;didn&lt;/span&gt;’t have time to get her a gift...I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;didn&lt;/span&gt;’t want to get her a crappy dust catcher at the last minute so it was the Red Wine Chocolate cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Anyway back to the actual making of the cake…&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;didn&lt;/span&gt;’t really pay attn to the actual volume of quantities…i.e. the amount of batter is small compared to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;bundt&lt;/span&gt; pan.  When it came out, while it looked nice, all I could flash was to the scene in My Big Fat Greek Wedding where the parents bought teeny a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;bundt&lt;/span&gt; cake for this huge family.  Having said that the cake size &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;wasn&lt;/span&gt;’t too bad for my friend as it was for her and her guy.  Unfortunately no picture of my first cake but this is what Claire Clark’s cake looked like…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Indulge-Claire-Pastry-French-Laundry/dp/1552859096"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392054289121499346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 302px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 396px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/StRszsC1WNI/AAAAAAAACi4/sZLp89J815U/s400/indulge.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The more I stare at this picture the more I think, her cake is not that high either, so maybe it is meant to be a small cake.  After all it is a rich decant cake, so maybe you indulge in smaller pieces. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still for my brother I thought I’d double the quantity.  Always a little iffy prospect in these types on cakes, especially if the chef &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;doesn&lt;/span&gt;’t expressly state that you may double it.  In this case the chef &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;didn&lt;/span&gt;’t forbid doubling so I took a chance.  This was the result &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;pre&lt;/span&gt;-soaking and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;pre&lt;/span&gt;-red current glossiness.  The little dark bits are chocolate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392054077679404242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 331px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/StRsnYXHBNI/AAAAAAAACig/D734LEMNBlI/s400/cake.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And post-soaking and post red current spread:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392054082256332770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 398px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/StRsnpaVZ-I/AAAAAAAACio/rn4Z0qu5fM4/s400/cake2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes yes it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;doesn&lt;/span&gt;’t look quite like Claire’s cake.  I blame the lack of glossiness to having tempered the red current spread twice, plus maybe it should have been a bit more warmer for my second coating.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I also used chocolate wafers instead of chocolate discs.  I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;couldn&lt;/span&gt;’t find the stupid discs in the couple of shops we looked in and I haven’t quite mastered the art of chocolate tempering so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;didn&lt;/span&gt;’t attempt to make my own.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/StRsn_vZ-II/AAAAAAAACiw/8Deny4dB0nQ/s1600-h/cake1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392054088250292354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 346px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/StRsn_vZ-II/AAAAAAAACiw/8Deny4dB0nQ/s400/cake1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;All in all, presentation was a bit iffy, but I was told the taste was quite good.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Success&lt;/span&gt; I think!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4700876041891535011-5099154184937578837?l=in-my-moments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://in-my-moments.blogspot.com/feeds/5099154184937578837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4700876041891535011&amp;postID=5099154184937578837&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700876041891535011/posts/default/5099154184937578837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700876041891535011/posts/default/5099154184937578837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-my-moments.blogspot.com/2009/10/red-wine-chocolate-cake.html' title='Red Wine Chocolate cake...'/><author><name>Yosha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17638536298999351055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TRZuq8R9dpI/AAAAAAAADH4/WD92ZmBaOZw/S220/rome1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/StRszsC1WNI/AAAAAAAACi4/sZLp89J815U/s72-c/indulge.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4700876041891535011.post-2713316756945892283</id><published>2009-10-06T07:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T07:34:45.660-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><title type='text'>My Kingdom for a Scone...</title><content type='html'>...this would be my father's mantra if he, you know, had a &lt;em&gt;kingdom&lt;/em&gt;!  He is crazy about scones and a while back I bought him a scone from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Sconewitch&lt;/span&gt; (one of the must visit places in Ottawa!) and kicked his "are you going to make me scones?" request into high gear.  The first batch I made flattened out to look like cookies.  He wanted the puffed up flaky &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;sconewitch&lt;/span&gt; like scones!  So I went with full butter and kinda full cream (shh don't tell him) and finally found a recipe in &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.ca/Indulge-Perfect-Desserts-Claire-Clark/dp/1552859096"&gt;Indulge: 100 Perfect &lt;/a&gt;Recipes written Claire Clark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/Sssobb3HLjI/AAAAAAAACiY/qHDUs6_BSAs/s1600-h/Scone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389445830879424050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 313px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/Sssobb3HLjI/AAAAAAAACiY/qHDUs6_BSAs/s400/Scone.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Claire is/was (not sure her current status) the pastry chef at &lt;a href="http://www.frenchlaundry.com/"&gt;the French Laundry&lt;/a&gt;.  I loved this recipe...all the measurements were by weight.  I think all recipes should have ingredients by weight, very hard to screw up, no judgement involved.  Funny part of the recipe is that in the list of the ingredient it lists sugar but in the actual recipe it doesn't.  So I was paralyzed...do I add sugar or not...finally added a bit not enough to make it sweet enough but not bad.  Apparently dad eats it with jam no matter what anyway so it worked out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend I am trying a red wine cake...the batter contains red wine, and later soaked in red wine!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4700876041891535011-2713316756945892283?l=in-my-moments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://in-my-moments.blogspot.com/feeds/2713316756945892283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4700876041891535011&amp;postID=2713316756945892283&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700876041891535011/posts/default/2713316756945892283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700876041891535011/posts/default/2713316756945892283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-my-moments.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-kingdom-for-scone.html' title='My Kingdom for a Scone...'/><author><name>Yosha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17638536298999351055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TRZuq8R9dpI/AAAAAAAADH4/WD92ZmBaOZw/S220/rome1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/Sssobb3HLjI/AAAAAAAACiY/qHDUs6_BSAs/s72-c/Scone.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4700876041891535011.post-6717227492301166851</id><published>2009-10-01T07:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T07:21:00.185-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cards'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SU'/><title type='text'>Snowman fun...</title><content type='html'>I really like this card (well not so much the brads, but once you make a hole...) but I can't claim credit for the idea.  The top sheet, the window was all a friends brain wave, during the sat stamping madness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/SsHt75Lp6gI/AAAAAAAACiM/e9NcElWgHso/s1600-h/purple+snowman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386848242529593858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 334px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/SsHt75Lp6gI/AAAAAAAACiM/e9NcElWgHso/s400/purple+snowman.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; But hey I bought it to "life", so maybe some credit there??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/SsHt7bNDgjI/AAAAAAAACiA/Jto_W1Mn0S0/s1600-h/purple+snowman2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386848234482401842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 368px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/SsHt7bNDgjI/AAAAAAAACiA/Jto_W1Mn0S0/s400/purple+snowman2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4700876041891535011-6717227492301166851?l=in-my-moments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://in-my-moments.blogspot.com/feeds/6717227492301166851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4700876041891535011&amp;postID=6717227492301166851&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700876041891535011/posts/default/6717227492301166851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700876041891535011/posts/default/6717227492301166851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-my-moments.blogspot.com/2009/10/snowman-fun.html' title='Snowman fun...'/><author><name>Yosha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17638536298999351055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TRZuq8R9dpI/AAAAAAAADH4/WD92ZmBaOZw/S220/rome1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/SsHt75Lp6gI/AAAAAAAACiM/e9NcElWgHso/s72-c/purple+snowman.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4700876041891535011.post-3600722240482229630</id><published>2009-09-30T09:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T11:33:27.969-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Biscuits'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><title type='text'>Smoky Biscuits...</title><content type='html'>We did start the cooking through a cookbook adventure yet a bit into it I think we all hit a roadblock. I moved (haven't quite settled back down yet) and I'll hazard a guess the rest of us hit the summer block. Still I made biscuits a while ago (took the picture, procrastinated, lost the camera...for a couple of weeks, finally found the camera!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/SsHsWTkKHdI/AAAAAAAACh4/y2_4u0Gq68w/s1600-h/Cookies+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386846497265032658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/SsHsWTkKHdI/AAAAAAAACh4/y2_4u0Gq68w/s400/Cookies+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; These are Mesquite Chocolate Chip from Heidi Swanson. Super delicious. Mesquite flour I found in bulk barn of all places (expensive but available). Highly recommend the recipe and that you add a bit more than the recipe calls for, I found that it gives a nice smoky flavour. Oh the flavour I didn't notice till a couple days afterward...so bake, hide, then eat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4700876041891535011-3600722240482229630?l=in-my-moments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://in-my-moments.blogspot.com/feeds/3600722240482229630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4700876041891535011&amp;postID=3600722240482229630&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700876041891535011/posts/default/3600722240482229630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700876041891535011/posts/default/3600722240482229630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-my-moments.blogspot.com/2009/09/smoky-cookies.html' title='Smoky Biscuits...'/><author><name>Yosha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17638536298999351055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TRZuq8R9dpI/AAAAAAAADH4/WD92ZmBaOZw/S220/rome1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/SsHsWTkKHdI/AAAAAAAACh4/y2_4u0Gq68w/s72-c/Cookies+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4700876041891535011.post-4658799548808823055</id><published>2009-09-29T07:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T07:14:59.940-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cards'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SU'/><title type='text'>Christmas panic in September...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Wow well it's been a while since I picked up an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;stampy&lt;/span&gt; items or for that matter typed a post! Luckily(?) the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt; card panic set in and I got together with two friends to stamp away a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;saturday&lt;/span&gt; afternoon. As usual end of almost 7 hours and I walked away with two cards and some stamped images. Sad...yes but that's me. This yr I have decided to stick to simple cards...simple and elegant would be a bonus! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386846181619016242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 331px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/SsHsD7sSIjI/AAAAAAAAChw/966sK_FFygE/s400/elf2.jpg" border="0" /&gt; I also realized I haven't really gotten back for my mojo...as simple as these cards are I needed help to figure out I should texturize the background etc. But hey at least my friends are crafty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/SsHqwsUYChI/AAAAAAAACho/IkQ02RwmR6k/s1600-h/snowman2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386844751563065874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 334px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/SsHqwsUYChI/AAAAAAAACho/IkQ02RwmR6k/s400/snowman2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4700876041891535011-4658799548808823055?l=in-my-moments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://in-my-moments.blogspot.com/feeds/4658799548808823055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4700876041891535011&amp;postID=4658799548808823055&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700876041891535011/posts/default/4658799548808823055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700876041891535011/posts/default/4658799548808823055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-my-moments.blogspot.com/2009/09/christmas-panic-in-september.html' title='Christmas panic in September...'/><author><name>Yosha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17638536298999351055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TRZuq8R9dpI/AAAAAAAADH4/WD92ZmBaOZw/S220/rome1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/SsHsD7sSIjI/AAAAAAAAChw/966sK_FFygE/s72-c/elf2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4700876041891535011.post-2402960921182690970</id><published>2009-08-10T23:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T07:58:27.417-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><title type='text'>THE Lemon Cake...</title><content type='html'>I found the recipe for the Ultimate Lemon Cake. Seriously, THE ULTIMATE! Original recipe &lt;a href="http://justanotherfoodie.wordpress.com/2008/04/17/lemon-cake/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. I am sure the fresh California lemons right off my cousins tree made a difference. Will have to try it once I get to Ottawa see if the taste is any different. This is a very forgiving recipe too...there were some issues with the oven, but it still came out great...though the top maybe a bit darker than I would have liked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/SoDsYkEOfBI/AAAAAAAAChY/YT3y8u2ABLs/s1600-h/cake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368550662568049682" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/SoDsYkEOfBI/AAAAAAAAChY/YT3y8u2ABLs/s400/cake.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 367px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Batter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 sticks unsalted butter, at room temperature&lt;br /&gt;2 cups sugar &lt;em&gt;(I used 1.5 cup)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 extra-large eggs, at room temperature &lt;em&gt;(room temp makes a difference!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1/3 cup grated lemon zest (6 to 8 large lemons)&lt;br /&gt;3 cups all-purpose flour&lt;br /&gt;1/2 teaspoon baking powder&lt;br /&gt;1/2 teaspoon baking soda&lt;br /&gt;1 teaspoon kosher salt&lt;br /&gt;1/4 cup fresh lemon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;ETA &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;1/8 cup fresh lime&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I have recently learnt that lime kicks up the taste of lemon!&amp;nbsp; Thank you Shelly Yard!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3/4 cup buttermilk, at room temperature &lt;em&gt;(I used milk but mixed with lemon and set aside for a bit to make fake buttermilk)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;1 teaspoon vanilla extract&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Topping&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1/2 cup fresh lemon &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: red;"&gt;ETA 1-2 limes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1/2 cup sugar &lt;em&gt;(next time I think I'll use 1/4 cup)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Glaze&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 1/2 tablespoons freshly squeezed lemon juice&lt;br /&gt;2 cups confectioners’ sugar, sifted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Heat oven to 350 degrees. Grease and flour two 8 1/2-by-4 1/4-by-2 1/2-inch loaf pans or one &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;bundt&lt;/span&gt; pan, and line the bottoms with parchment paper (no parchment paper if you’re using a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;bundt&lt;/span&gt; pan).&lt;br /&gt;2. Cream butter and 2 cups sugar in the bowl of an electric mixer fitted with a paddle attachment for about 5 minutes, or until light and fluffy. Mixing at medium speed, add eggs, one at a time, and lemon zest.&lt;br /&gt;3. Sift together flour, baking powder, baking soda and salt in a bowl. In another bowl, combine 1/4 cup lemon juice, buttermilk and vanilla. Add flour and buttermilk mixtures alternately to butter and sugar mixture, beginning and ending with flour. Divide batter evenly between loaf pans or one &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;bundt&lt;/span&gt; pan, smooth tops, and bake for 45 minutes to 1 hour, until a cake tester comes out clean.&lt;br /&gt;4. Combine 1/2 cup sugar with 1/2 cup lemon juice in a small saucepan, and cook over low heat until sugar dissolves.&lt;br /&gt;5. When cakes are done, carefully Invert them onto a rack set over a tray, and spoon lemon syrup over cakes. Let cakes cool completely.&lt;br /&gt;6. For glaze, combine confectioners’ sugar and remaining 3 1/2 tablespoons lemon juice in a bowl, mixing with a whisk until smooth. Pour over top of cakes, and allow glaze to drizzle down the sides.&amp;nbsp; (I like skipping the glaze, just sift some confectioners' sugar on top)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made this in Ottawa middle of winter.&amp;nbsp; Definitely no&amp;nbsp;fresh off the tree lemons but it was delicious and gone before I could get a 3rd slice!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4700876041891535011-2402960921182690970?l=in-my-moments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://in-my-moments.blogspot.com/feeds/2402960921182690970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4700876041891535011&amp;postID=2402960921182690970&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700876041891535011/posts/default/2402960921182690970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700876041891535011/posts/default/2402960921182690970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-my-moments.blogspot.com/2009/08/lemon-cake.html' title='THE Lemon Cake...'/><author><name>Yosha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17638536298999351055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TRZuq8R9dpI/AAAAAAAADH4/WD92ZmBaOZw/S220/rome1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/SoDsYkEOfBI/AAAAAAAAChY/YT3y8u2ABLs/s72-c/cake.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4700876041891535011.post-4341702303715468296</id><published>2009-08-07T11:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T11:42:15.265-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Out and about'/><title type='text'>SF - Fortune Cookies and Things...</title><content type='html'>On my way out of San Diego, I am spending a few days in San Francisco. I gave up any thoughts of pretending to be a local and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;embraced&lt;/span&gt; my inner tacky tourist...camera in one hand, map in the other. My first stop was China town....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/SnxE0aHIfEI/AAAAAAAAChQ/dBaWPikIykQ/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367240523071913026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/SnxE0aHIfEI/AAAAAAAAChQ/dBaWPikIykQ/s400/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/SnxEpik1wWI/AAAAAAAAChI/vkE0Cy68DeQ/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367240336365437282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 334px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/SnxEpik1wWI/AAAAAAAAChI/vkE0Cy68DeQ/s400/2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Random buildings that I thought were cool...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367240238932892050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/SnxEj3nHGZI/AAAAAAAAChA/7frHNJdNGPs/s400/3.jpg" border="0" /&gt; I can't figure out of China Town is actually a large area super stuffed or a small area super super stuffed. But end story being it is stuffed with shops with barely any room to move...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/SnxEWp5dcYI/AAAAAAAACg4/o7tIomcy-to/s1600-h/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367240011913458050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/SnxEWp5dcYI/AAAAAAAACg4/o7tIomcy-to/s400/4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I am surprised at the really bright colours...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/SnxEJMW-2jI/AAAAAAAACgo/9q_oS42enTc/s1600-h/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367239780645919282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 281px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/SnxEJMW-2jI/AAAAAAAACgo/9q_oS42enTc/s400/5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I had planned to have a proper meal in China Town. I am not sure what I expected but most places were Dim Sum. I just wasn't in the mood for one...I am not sure if it's because Dim Sum always makes me think of hanging out with a bunch of friends so Dim Sum for one is just odd. I ended up hopping from one bakery to another for buns and such. First was this one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/SnxEAMsHhvI/AAAAAAAACgg/jSOkvPfKqNM/s1600-h/6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367239626115745522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 275px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/SnxEAMsHhvI/AAAAAAAACgg/jSOkvPfKqNM/s400/6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It was just a hole in the wall, not sure what made me walk in. Inside there was a to do about Bill Clinton having visited and had "the best BBQ Pork buns." I had one too and gotta say I've had way way better. But what I was amazed at is how rude the store people were. It reminded me a bit of the soup &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;nazi&lt;/span&gt;. I was afraid to step up for my order...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/SnxD07cGtlI/AAAAAAAACgY/D827NLquB3w/s1600-h/6.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After I headed to the Golden Gate Fortune Cookie Factory. Again the guy was very rude. The demanded 50 cents if you wanted to take a picture of the ladies making the fortune cookies and then very pushy about how long you had to watch. He made it seem like he couldn't speak English but had no problem demanding money or telling you to buy something or get out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/SnxDtczdBSI/AAAAAAAACgQ/-LmpWuJxLuY/s1600-h/7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367239304023967010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/SnxDtczdBSI/AAAAAAAACgQ/-LmpWuJxLuY/s400/7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I managed two quick pictures. The cookies come out in flat round disks...you can see them in the mold in the picture. I am guessing the whole thing is some sort of oven. While they are super hot and still malleable the ladies grab it, stuff a fortune, twist it into shape with a little molder in front and set it to cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/SnxDkfKaYSI/AAAAAAAACgI/Dm8Pyxg3gY4/s1600-h/8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367239150038311202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/SnxDkfKaYSI/AAAAAAAACgI/Dm8Pyxg3gY4/s400/8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Can see the molder to twist into shape a bit better here. It's one of the pipes sticking out in front of her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/SnxDb_ESsBI/AAAAAAAACgA/bpAOXGVPnPA/s1600-h/9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367239003983753234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/SnxDb_ESsBI/AAAAAAAACgA/bpAOXGVPnPA/s400/9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Not sure if the do all this by hand or if this bit is just set up for show...asking questions wasn't an option. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saw these guys in front of a store...I think these are the new version of garden &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;gnomes&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/SnxDUzGrRYI/AAAAAAAACf4/yplY1BUQv-U/s1600-h/999.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367238880513443202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 293px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/SnxDUzGrRYI/AAAAAAAACf4/yplY1BUQv-U/s400/999.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fishermen's Wharf next...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4700876041891535011-4341702303715468296?l=in-my-moments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://in-my-moments.blogspot.com/feeds/4341702303715468296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4700876041891535011&amp;postID=4341702303715468296&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700876041891535011/posts/default/4341702303715468296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700876041891535011/posts/default/4341702303715468296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-my-moments.blogspot.com/2009/08/sf-fortune-cookies-and-things.html' title='SF - Fortune Cookies and Things...'/><author><name>Yosha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17638536298999351055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/TRZuq8R9dpI/AAAAAAAADH4/WD92ZmBaOZw/S220/rome1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/SnxE0aHIfEI/AAAAAAAAChQ/dBaWPikIykQ/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4700876041891535011.post-8607360615306451509</id><published>2009-07-30T09:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T09:15:22.697-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='In the Sweet Kitchen'/><title type='text'>Sweet Potato Raisin...</title><content type='html'>This is my first recipe from the book "in the sweet kitchen" (the cookbook where five of us will be cooking every recipe)  and its four weeks in the making!  First I couldn’t seem to find any sweet potatoes.  Only things the stores carried that week was yams.  This stumped me, though if I had checked Sweet Potatoes under the book’s ingredient list I would have realized that in North America we use yams and sweet potatoes interchangeably, though yams are a bit sweeter.   So thanks to a fellow baker and the book I was ready once again, armed with yams eventhough I did have the option of sweet potatoes this time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0V4BevY_gqY/SnGa0GYBUKI/AAAAAAAACfw/zbFCrSniKDo/s1600-h/batter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364238851030208674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 387p
