Because all experiences are valuable.

Thursday, June 30, 2011

Recipe for Witch's Cake

I was baking the other night when I wrote that poem.

The result has proved to be quite popular. I had to make a second batch of loaves.
Thought you all might like the recipe! It doesn't really shrink or banish anyone...it seems to attract those who like cinnamon and raisins...

Witch's Cake

2 3/4 c unsifted all purpose flour
2 c sugar
2 1/2 tsp baking soda
1 1/4 tsp baking powder
1 1/2 tsp cinnamon
1/2 tsp allspice
1/2 tsp cloves
1 3/4 c unsweetened applesauce
1 1/4 c plain nonfat yogurt
3 eggs or 1/2 c egg substitute
1/3 c vegetable oil
1 1/2 c raisins ( I like jumbo ones)

heat oven to 325.
In large bowl, combine flour, sugar, baking soda and powder, spices.
Add applesauce, eggs, yogurt and oil. Blend till mixed. Do not beat, it will start to rise and you don't want to beat it all out. Fold in raisins.

This will fill one bundt or tube pan, or two loaf pans, or one large loaf pan and three mini ones. Bake for 50-60 minutes. Should turn a lovely brown shade. If using a combo of pans, watch the smaller ones for doneness sooner. I cool completely under a tea towel before removing from the pan.

This is pretty healthy! Only 190 calories a serving, 4g protein, 3g fat.

Also, if you try to eat this hot it will seem puffy like cake instead of a moist bread. It is way better cool, trust me.

ps. absinthe is really awful tasting. I don't recommend it. Wink.

Sunday, June 26, 2011

Witch's Cake

Witch's cake
you eat it and you shrink
or you disappear.
Do not bother me.
You have bothered me enough.
I have given enough.
Absinthe only pretends to hide
the word sin,
as if my eye doesn't see the prefix,
absolutely, and the suffix
the, (most
And as it is green,
you should have some.
Wormwood cocktails,
and witch's cake.
Suitable for
just "desserts,"
and banishment of spirits.


Saturday, June 25, 2011


So, I'm back home!!!
Feels good.
First task...make tea and drink from my own mug. Second task...facebook updates.
Third task...blog.
I'm eating dark chocolate chips and almonds.
I wrote a poem while riding MARTA to my car from the airport.

Everything since Jason died has been so intense. School this summer is so much more demanding than I anticipated. My sons are just the best people I could imagine them to be. Just thoughts...


haven't the words to tell
what I have been through.
End over end tumble,
when I am upside down
I try to enjoy the sensation
and ready myself for the
moments I am upright,
when I can deftly toss a few
accomplishments through the
keyhole-sized gap, before
I am off plumb again.
Good things are-
rolling faster than the piles
of work can descend upon me-
rolling past people
I love, sharing an upright moment
before we roll away, or
looking at them sideways,
just as good- lovely, even,
Waiting for the return of
the one,
whose strength and gravity
can hold me in place.


Wednesday, June 22, 2011

Where's Waldo

Remember the old TV show for kids, "Where in the world is Carmen San Diego?"

That was a great show. Especially for the geographically challenged American children set. I'm starting to feel like I am living that life. I guess people who travel for work feel like this, though most people I have ever known who traveled extensively for work ended up in places like Iowa, Kansas and Saginaw, MI....not anyplace very thrilling.

Two weeks ago I was in Chicago and Champaign, IL. Last week I was in Orlando, Fl. Today I am flying out for Rogers, AR...next week I will be in Cancun.

It's actually surprising how much studying you can do in an airport or on an airplane. There isn't much else to do...a captive audience...unless watching that airplane safety movie one more time is appealing to you.

So I'm thinking of investing in a red and white striped shirt and a blue knit beanie with a pompom. Makes it easier to keep up with me...

I'm off to Hartsfield airport...and by the way, the nearest exit may be behind you, and your seat cushion may be used as a flotation device in the event of a water landing.

Thursday, June 16, 2011

Corvus Cornix

I feel sure I am missing the full moon, hidden behind these storms and clouds. Though the lightshow was amazing, as many pointed out (such as the entertaining Mr. Magill, who will never realize that he has been mentioned in my blog), still I shall have to wait an entire month for another full moon to appear.

Would that I lived on a planet with more than one moon! If they were different colors that would be joyous. Would that require more than one sun to have different colored moons? No, I think not, maybe just moons made of different materials.

I am made of different materials.

A little fox, a little crow (raven?) no,just crow, I think...a lot of silk and some randomly variegated ribbon, wax...definitely wax, some porcelain and some ash, some balsamic vinegar, oatmeal, tea leaves, and maybe some moldavite.

What are you made of?

Looking at things with a roving round eye, turning my head like a bird...
Sure, I like shiny things, but I like omens better.

I saw something two days ago I have never seen in all my life...
a crow on the ground with its little baby crow (which was huge) but you could see the downy baby crow feathers under the wings and the crow was encouraging its baby to fly. I have seen this with any number of songbirds, but never a crow...
I think they tend to keep their business private...

which might lead you to say, well, surely there is very little crow in you, girl, if crows keep their business private...

but, really, doesn't that just make you wonder what goes on that you cannot see?

You can't look and know,
the life of a crow,
her flight path is wide,
and she keeps much inside,
You may think all is plain,
as you call her by name...
but her mystery stays dark,
she's a crow...
not a lark...

next month I should like my full moon back, please. I can wait. I can wait, and watch. Is patience a virtue, or a talent? No matter. That moon always comes back round again... sometimes it finds you in a trenchcoat and underwear...sometimes it finds you eating half a mint. Only the crow knows what happens next.

Tuesday, June 14, 2011

The Way It Should Be (or/ so long, and thanks for all the fish)

the way it should be...
contains all of the obvious
prepositional phrases,
even if they are not there grammatically.

I remember learning that one
should apply that mnemonic to
a chair, or a box.
What one could do
to, on, over, under, beside beneath behind
opposite, through , towards,
you can fill in the rest from memory
I am sure,

there are some that fascinate me
pique me
that I had forgotten, like
regarding, considering, besides, among,
following and excluding...

in light of my thoughts, beyond what Einstein predicted,
despite the "best laid plans,"
there are still some that I would as soon forget
like Between,
and naturally there is
which is not the way it should be...