They make such a good combination, don’t you think? This pie seemed to take that a step further, though I can’t say for sure. I made it for a fundraiser at work, so I didn’t actually get to try it myself.
Well, not in its entirety, at least. There was chocolate custard left after I filled the pie, so my family and I indulged in that a little bit.
I’ll have to make this again sometime, so that I can try a piece for myself. I’ll make sure to post a recipe review when I do. In the meantime, if you’re curious, you can find the recipe over on Love and Olive Oil.
I bought these magnets back before Christmas. I’m not entirely sure why. Looking at magnets doesn’t motivate me to “make my dreams happen,” nor am I expecting them to do the same for anyone who spots them on my fridge. Something made me buy them, though, and so on my fridge they sit.
What do motivate me are the feelings that come along with doing the things that I love. The contentment, the satisfaction, the pride, and the multitude of others feelings I can’t possibly list here. Those, and the idea that maybe, someday, someone will connect with my books the way I’ve connected with so many others.
What motivates you?
It’s been longer than I care to calculate since I’ve been on a beach. So, needless to say, this isn’t a sandcastle that I actually built. It is a castle built out of sand. It’s just… no bigger than the palm of my hand.
I saw it sitting on my bookshelf this week, though, and it reminded me of warmer days. Days when the temperature didn’t get tantalizingly close to above zero, and then promptly drop twenty degrees again overnight.
I promise I’m not being entirely negative. It has gotten a lot nicer out than it used to be, and I’m sure spring is just around the corner. I only wish it would get here a little sooner.
Some days, Cookie really doesn’t want to come out of hiding. I did manage to get her to come out of her little box-house the day I took this picture, but it took a lot of coaxing with banana treats. And this was still the best picture I managed to take.
Not that I can blame her much. Some days, you just have to give in to that urge hole up and stay hidden.
Is it cheating if I dedicate today’s Photography Post to talking about books? Yes? No? Maybe? I make the rules so I can go ahead and do it if I want to? Okay, cool. I swear I meant to keep it to just a couple of paragraphs, but, well, today’s picture inspired just a little more than that.
I’m one of those people who rereads books I enjoy. The more I enjoy them, the more times I reread them.
But here’s the thing: There are some books I really enjoyed–some books that I utterly loved–that I haven’t gone back and reread yet. I just haven’t been able to bring myself to.
It’s not because I already know what’s going to happen and I think I wouldn’t enjoy them as much. Nor is it because I think rereading them would ruin them. The real reason actually tends to vary with the book.
Take the Lord of the Rings series as an example–and yes, that is The Fellowship of the Ring up there in the picture. I loved reading that series the first time. I devoured it. I want to read it again, it’s just that I know there’s an awful lot of description in there, and I need to be in just the right frame of mind to take it in. I haven’t quite been there yet.
Adam Nevill’s House of Small Shadows, on the other hand… wow. Again, I devoured this book. But it also creeped me out entirely. I’m almost in a place where I can handle it again–I want to be, so that I can update the book recommendation I wrote way back when–but not quite.
And then there’s Haunted, by Chuck Palahniuk. As much as I enjoyed and recommend it, and as much as I loved the way it was written, I’m not sure I’ll ever be ready to reread that one.