I’m not a professional baker.
However, I love “throwing things together”.
If you can pardon the informal instructions, I’ll start by giving you a list of a few things you need to collect to throw your own thing together.
If all goes well, the thrown together project will be an Orange and Dark Chocolate w/ chocolate chips double layer cake..or something like that.
2 boxes of orange flavored instant cake mix
1 bottle of pure orange extract
2 cans of dark chocolate frosting
1 can of orange-colored vanilla frosting. If you find an orange-colored frosting with the orange flavoring, all the better. Drop me a note about it as well, if you don’t mind.
1–Prepare orange cake mixes according to whatever brand you choose. Take a couple handfuls of chocolate chips and press into one of the cake rounds before baking. The chocolate chip layer will be the bottom layer.
2–After your cake rounds have cooled, take the bottom half (the one with chips baked into it) and frost it with dark chocolate frosting. I suggest using an entire can-evenly distributing between sides and surface with flat side of a knife or frosting spatula.
3–Place a healthy dollop of orange frosting (3/4 of the can) on top of your frosted chocolate layer. Spread that as evenly as possible, spreading close to the edge without going over.
4–Place second cake layer on top.
5–Use your second can of dark chocolate frosting to decorate the top and remaining sides.
First, try to seal off the orange frosting seam with chocolate frosting on a butter knife or spatula. It’ll make for less (if any) smearing of the orange with the chocolate.
6–Take the remaining orange frosting and place it into a plastic baggy. Pour a few drops of pure orange extract into the baggie. Squeeze the baggie, with the top sealed close, to mix frosting with extract.Heat the bag in microwave for app. 10 seconds. If it becomes too runny, add teaspoons of powdered sugar until it’s a thicker consistency .
7–Poke a tiny hole in the end edge of the baggy and get to drizzling.
8–I’m not a chocolate lover as a rule, but with the marriage of orange, this hunk o’ yummy is downright irresistible.
If the rest of your life is too much of a commitment, then let’s try these bits of advice for the weekend, hm?
Hold Your Head up……..
Enjoy the Ride….
Keep on Movin’..
Don’t be shocked if your ears reach over to give you a big fat kiss for the introduction.
Dutch electronica group Noisa .
In the earlier days of reality tv, there was an experimental project by the name of “Manor House”.
A family and twelve volunteers set about recreating and living life as citizens in the sunset of Edwardian society.
The family= aristocratic ruling body.
The volunteers=servants subjected to 16 hour work days.
Bored of the GIGO (Garbage In Garbage Out) shows that infect our screens, I was drawn back to “Manor House”.
Being an eager history student, I was pleased to revisit a less crude production than its modern ‘successors’. At its core, it served an educational purpose. Better yet, it doesn’t reinforce disgusting stereotypes for our young to emulate-GIGO.
At the end, a simple quote caught my ear.
[regarding Edwardian society]
Mister Edgar – the Butler: ”….Without truth, society is sick, and it can’t really survive. ”
My hat’s off to “Mr. Edgar”.
It’s a simple quote, yet a profound truth.
Now, for the discovery I was led to-bringing us #2 of my aforementioned “two things”.
It’s about being an outcast within a world where the majority of citizens are the truer outcasts in matters of reason and ‘sane’ behavior.
Through this article, I found a much needed pep talk. It was a tight embrace of reassurance.
I will assume I’m not the only one who needed such a squeeze of the hand..saying all is quite alright. No matter how much insult we suffer from the idiotic authorities who lord over us..or the ridicule from the glassy eyed sheep that follow.
Come rest in the shade of Sofo Archon’s oasis. If you, like myself, have found yourself parched and tormented in a vast desert of fools..
Sofo Archon’s words are here to read
When I think I can not possibly endure another misfortune, on the heels of multiple others, I recall this true story from another former Earthbound soul. Her name was Violet Jessup.
She had the incredible misfortune of experiencing three historical ship disasters.
I prefer to dwell on the fact that she had the incredible blessings to have survived each one of them.
The following is a perfect example of our indignation towards others, but not choosing more respectful tones of complaint because we wish to pretend we never did such things.
My point being? How our shared tendencies should encourage us to be a lot more forgiving than we are. Not moan about the errors of others..as we lay curled up and “wounded” on the ground”.
A female celebrity who suffered harassing and insulting comments.
That same female celebrity having stepped on the toes of countless others, years earlier. Some deemed as a crude insult, while the rest of us took it as a joke.
We’re all natural born idiots. It would just be a kinder atmosphere if we took pity on one another for that fact.
Here we go ..again. Another hunk of water cooler jaw candy. Another wedge driven between friendships, understandings.
Maliana Trump’s speech at 2016’s RNC seems to be a current wedge.
Click here for Trump-Obama speech
The 2016 RNC speech has been reported to contain the majority text of a 2008 speech made by Michelle Obama.
Everybody from media figureheads to our half deaf grannies will be working themselves up into a lather over this. Fists will be pounded as pseudo political intellectuals argue over the “dire consequences” of what it all means. Angry words will be spoken on the spin and assumptions; both sides.
No one will take into consideration that our “lords” and “masters” haven’t been following polite protocol or abiding by ethical standards for a minute anyway.
While we snipe our brothers for their “ignorant views”, the Big boys and girls continue strutting about the yard picking and pecking at will. Putting on a show before the new Prom king or queen is “voted” in.
As we broil with indignation over the muddying of once upon a time ethical standards, they sleep soundly-job security guaranteed as the do-nothing folk playing their do-nothing roles, that they are.
There will be a lot of hullabaloo, once again, over petty and stupid bits. It’s the same old routine, over multiple moments across multiple years. All the while, us driving ourselves stupid by talking ourselves to death-with zero action. Over every piddly thing.
If we had the rep of setting things right, as a people, with our bickering and microscopic focus..I’d be more than ok with remaining quiet. If we held our own actions accountable, but we don’t. Instead, we’re pathologically drawn to rain judgement down upon all others who “don’t act right.” Screaming at the top of our lungs over what a man says, what he thinks…even in the privacy of his own home. Calling for the killing of celebrities’ livelihoods (food from the mouths of their children) for a few misspoken words from years long passed. Poking our twitching whiskers into everyone’s business and wild with insult if someone attempts to keep us from it.
That’s a certain kind of pitiful about us.
A wild eyed band of witch hunters; yet, if you shine a spotlight on our personal indiscretions, we cry, yanking the blankie of “freedom of speech” over our childish , pouting faces. This would be the very same blankie we tear out of the hands of those we need to judge.
However, that’s not the worst of it. It’s the blatant pick and choose of it all, that disgusts me. It’s how we jam the hot branding iron of shame into the faces of some, while bowing and laying roses at the feet who have committed the very same (if not worse) offenses.
It’s one man’s life ruined and prosecuted for questionable photos of minors on his computer , while another celebrity “hero” is held high upon the shoulders of millions..despite admitting feeding alcohol to children and sleeping naked with them in his god forsaken bed. That’s what disgusts me.
I think of the innocent man serving prison time, raped and beaten by his cell mates , to be eventually released decades later with a lousy apology because he was free of guilt all along. Then I think on the gaping grins of millions of humans who cheer the exoneration of a celebrity. A celebrity whose very DNA can be secured from the bloody scene of two human beings brutalized like animals in the wild..yet can still be called a “hero”. Wow. Does that EVER ,set my teeth on edge.
Our ignorance. Our selfishness. Our hypocrisy. All of which could at least be forgiven, if we could truly take a moment to seriously acknowledge in order to seriously correct.
But…we don’t. We are nowhere near doing so.
This so called plagiarism debate? It’s going to lay waste to countless days in untold ways, amongst us all. It’ll be another trivial matter our necks will swivel to, jaws unhinge over.
We’ll be clucking, beating chests and the plastic faced media cheerleaders will be urging us on with their urgent panel discussions and their oh so serious looks upon their oh so serious mugs.
Once again, half assed truths and stunted knowledge will infect us, rile us…resulting in nothing. We’ll carry a residue of this “hot topic”. Then, like all else, we’ll forget it. Like seed tossed into the middle of a chicken coop, it’ll be picked at, consumed and deposited atop a stinking forgotten heap of consequences.
All damage is eventually shrugged over. We continue picking and choosing, within our “equal and just ” society. The High and Mighty We determining which of our Favs get to slide and which Demons must pay.
If I came across too harsh or ignorant upon the “real picture”, I will politely acknowledge that I mean no harm. I will present to you, an example of our hypocritical and ignorant allowances.
It is the “I have a Dream” speech and Archibald Carey’s speech that Martin Luther King plagiarized, borrowed, lifted from…whatever term you prefer. I kindly ask you to compare the speeches.
If you have the time, the following link will present his higher education plagiarism, as well.
Click here for MLK discovery
I ask you to give it a good and long thought-the MLK findings. Let yourself be reminded of what he’s come to symbolize to many.
Personally, it’s a shameful and unethical thing when those worshipped for their work claim the work of others as their own. Never mind the shame of building one’s education in such a way. Mind you, that’s spoken only as my opinion.
I understand many are willing to overlook and forgive for the sake of bigger pictures. Wouldn’t the world be just swell, if we engaged in that more?
The question , for myself, is on our claim to equality and fairness. Are we or are we not supposed to be treated equally, in matters of punishment and reward? I mean, hey, if the laws of the land were to say “If you’re popular, then adjusted rules will apply.” Well, then! Problem solved. I’d happily engage in the changed rules and keep my fingers crossed. But they don’t.
I was brainwashed, along with every other little boy or girl, to believe….to KNOW, we were going to be treated equally. That’s just the facts. My problem is with the noises we make when we don’t take responsibility on our own ends….yet we whip our neighbor to death for the same.
If the rambling anger rose within you re: the petty Trump-Obama speech, don’t you think it’s worth setting aside , if you find yourself in the sobering position of dismissing the same ‘crime’ committed by a “hero”?
You could consider it like helping dab a salve of knowledge to the festering wound of our ignorance.
Or, just not being an ass and playing fair.
Kicked back, patting their stuffed bellies, you can find them aglow with the satisfaction of meals prepared by those who spare no expense to bring it to them. Yet, they glare severe disproval at the selfless few, when they timidly sit and wait to partake of the same.
Much is made of how “rude” they are to exhibit the bad manners of “seeking attention”. How dare they simper over how much they hunger for their own satisfaction. How unforgivably selfish.
Undisguised contempt over their weakness of spirit, like bothersome children unwilling to face facts.
Sit still. Be quiet. If pity or praise is what you seek..then tough it out like the rest of us. Grow up.
Yet , admonitions swell to bursting , when once gracious hosts finally indeed, “grow up”. It being more about seeking rest from tireless toil, gobbled down gracelessly by the selfish majority, not what they are or are not entitled to have.
That sort of intimate hypocrisy saddens me deeply. It always has.
This production, “Dogville”, presents such hypocrisy to a fine and brilliant point.