Well… 2 years and my baby is still alive. Hungry and full of old life. I want to start sharing again. So here I am. xox
Originally posted on The Era I lived in:
Strawberries are a delightful accompaniment with cakes. Their beautiful color and inherent sourness cuts into the sweet of a cake to add to the punch in every bite. This cake is my first experiment of adding strawberries to a cake before baking.
I am proud to announce that I am absolutely in love with the outcome. The best bit is, this cake looks special without requiring any extra effort. A simple sponge cake with a pretty look.
The Strawberry Cake:
The Strawberry Cake
Servings: 10 to 12
Difficulty Level: Easy
- All Purpose Flour (Maida) – 1.5 cups
- Strawberries – 1 punnet
- Baking Powder – 1.5 tsp
- Butter – 90 gram
- Salt ( if using unsalted butter) – 1/2 tsp
- Egg – 1
- Milk – 1/2 cup
- Vanilla Essence – 1 tsp
- Sugar – 1 cup and 3 tbsp of granulated sugar
- Pre-Heat the oven at 170 degree centigrade.
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Time brought us here
New, changed, strange
Pain held our hand,
Found us and forced survival
Truth was our guide
Shapes of love in eternity
For self, for power, for joy
I’m only reaching because you’re nearer
To find that I never had to exert at all
The fear that holds us in its grasp
Puzzled by our valour and strength
Dazed and confused
Loving in treacherous territory
I’m dreaming in slow motion
Thinking about the little molecules swimming in the depths of my mind
Stimulating, Working, Floating ELECTRICITY
There you stand
You’re showing me the screen of your thoughts
Your pursuit of my beauty has lead me to the best part of me
I’ve found this maze in my soul
This never-ending, ever-lastin blinding truth
It allows me to find hope in the struggle
It’s a sadness that allows me to open up each wound in my being
To spread their pus and blood and hope they form words
Told I’m too impenitent
My stormy nature too much for the calm world that’s too pragmatic to holf and protect my foolhardy NATURE
Dreams become my refuge
A world inside my head
Where I neither have to colour between the lines or contain my pleasure at the magnifence of our electricity
This life has shown me flames
Flames that seem to have burned a path to you
I’ve struggled, I’ve cried
These bruised knuckles and tear stains are the parts of me that tell my journey to self-love
It took that much
Now here you are, not “my everything”,
Not “my forever and a day”
But my each-day-as-it-comes.
My little piece of happiness
Let’s do it right
We really take happiness and joy so for granted until we experience it at its best. It’s like every other time you thought you were happy gets questioned because of the sheer joy that you feel in the moment.
I’m all about that right now. I have no time for stress and anxiety. I’m going to do the best that I can and reap the rewards.
I will read, love and do what makes me happy. I will strive for it, at any cost.
I’m 24 and self-aware, there’s no time or need for any kind of dishonesty with myself at this time. I’m still learning about me. I’m learning that I love people and helping them achieve their dreams. I’m learning that I’m in control of everything in me. It’s scary yet exciting.
I implore you to do the same. Experience things anew. If it doesn’t feel right, stop doing it. However… If it makes you HAPPY, keep on doing it. Let it be good for you and your spirit. Let it be healthy. Let it be yours. This life thing only comes once in this form. Let us refuse to waste it being miserable.
Song On My Mind: Submerge: Til We Become The Sun (Maxwell)
This is the good stuff.
The kind that has you up at 2am mulling over a cup of tea, loving each second of life coz every next one feels as good as the last
The kind that has you staring into nothing and seeing rainbows and savannahs
The kind that has you catching raindrops in your hand, embracing the grace before the puddle,
The kind that has you admiring the techni-coloured bubble before it bursts
Yes, this is that good stuff
The kind that has you sending knee-mails to The Most High, thanking Him for colouring your tomorrows with hope and joy
Imploring Him to let it last a little longer
Yes, this is that good stuff
The kind that has you wanting to be a better person so you can feel like you deserve it more
The kind that simply puts a spring in your step
The kind that brushes your face with a glow of joy
The toe-curling stuff
The stuff that takes you to the edge of heaven and back
The kind that awakens the royalty in you
The kind that reveals the majesty you’ve always been
Forever yours this amazing stuff…
The good stuff
Song on My Mind:
Corinne Bailey Rae – Trouble Sleeping
“Electric flesh-arrows… traversing the body. A rainbow of color strikes the eyelids. A foam of music falls over the ears. It is the gong of the orgasm.”
~ Anais Nin.