Monday, November 28, 2011

How To: Make Peach Cobbler

So again, here comes another practical application post, but as I just made this for Thanksgiving and LOVE this dish, I thought I'd share.

Ingredients:
4 cups of peeled sliced peaches
2 cups sugar, divided
8 tbsp butter
1/2 cup water
1 1/2 cups self rising flour
1 1/2 cups milk
1 tbsp cinnamon
3 tbsp brown sugar

Preheat the oven to 350 dg/f, once warmed, place pan inside with butter to melt.

Mix peaches, 1 cup sugar, and water in a pot on the stove over medium heat. Continue to stir on medium heat until the peaches are soft and the sugar and water have created a natural syrup. If you're using canned peaches you can either use the peach/syrup combo in place of the water and sugar, or for a sweeter dish, use the peaches and syrup with a half cup of sugar for a thicker and sweeter syrup.

Mix flour, sugar, cinnamon, and milk in a separate bowl. Add the milk slowly and stir with a fork to prevent clumping.

Once the peaches are ready, remove the heated dish with the melted butter from the oven and pour the flour mixture directly on top of the butter. Do not stir it, and don't worry about mixing things, the flour will rise around the edges of the pan while baking and create the crust for you. After the flour mixture has been poured on top of the butter, spoon the peaches into the bowl and then slowly pour the remaining mixture into the pan. Again, don't mix anything. Simply place the pan in the oven and bake for approximately 35-40 minutes. About halfway through remove the pan and sprinkle the brown sugar on the top layer, then place it back in the oven to continue baking. You'll know when it's done when the top is just barley crunchy and a golden brown. I like to let the oven "bake down" the last ten minutes or so of the baking process. It keeps the breading softer for longer. Remove from the oven, cool, and serve with ice cream or whipped cream!

I hope you who venture to try this enjoy it! Happy holidays!

How To: Ask Yourself the Hard Question

One of the hardest things to do in life is to be completely honest with yourself. It's so pain staking and difficult because we hate to answer the questions we fear to ask ourselves. What do we do when a loved one dies? Am I really good enough for that promotion? Does that special someone feel the same way about me? These are all questions we hate to ask because most of us are afraid of the negative answer. If the answer is "be lost," "no," or "really really no" then we feel like our existence has been obliterated. We feel like the framework upon which we've built the foundation of our lives is literally eroding beneath us and there is nothing we can do. It's life threatening. It's scary.

So, how do we ask ourselves the hard questions?


We muster up all the courage and confidence possible, we breathe deep, exhale, and commit to asking what scares us most. When the answer comes, either from inside ourselves or externally from the great unknown, it comes. What I mean by that is the answer already exists. What will happen will happen no matter the amount we worry, the sorrow we feel, or the pity we indulge in. What will happen will happen. We're afraid to ask the hard questions because we're afraid of the negative hard answers. Pity the man who forgets that a coin is two sided. There's a positive that can answer our questions, there could be a light at the end of the tunnel. To ask ourselves things we fear we must employ courage, plan for misery, and hope for bliss.

Thursday, November 10, 2011

How To: Get A Laugh

If you've ever spent more than five seconds around me you know one thing for sure... I like to laugh and don't take things too seriously. I think that laughing brings out the best in people, it's when the soul really shines through and sparkles. A laugh and a smile can change the pace, brighten a room, and even save lives. Just imagine if Hitler smiled more... I can see it now... a little smirk starts to form under the all-too-oppressive moustache -- a quiver and twitch of his eye -- and then rolling laughter, side cramping, doubled over laughter... and WWII never happened. Hitler didn't want to be oppressive, he just needed to hear a good dick joke.

Ok, that may not be the whole story, but you get the point. Laughter is the cheapest form of entertainment and there is nothing better to lift your spirits.

So how do you get a laugh?


I'm not sure about the process for great comedians/comediennes like Kathy Griffin, Lewis Black, or Robin Williams, but for me, the laughs I get are just from being myself -- and that's a hard feat, considering the amount of nonsense that is constantly running through my head.

I do and say things that I think are funny. It's really very selfish but I do it or say it for my own amusement, not really for the amusement of others. If someone is around and they laugh, then great, I've brightened someone's day. If not, I'm still laughing... always on the inside and sometimes on the outside.

So this quick little snippet is just to say that if you want to have others laugh with you or because of you, just roll with what you think is funny and you'll surely bump into someone who finds it equally as hilarious.