Vegetable or Olive Oil
1 cup water
½ cup margarine or butter
1/4 teaspoon salt
1 cup all-purpose flour
1/4 cup sugar
1/4 teaspoon ground cinnamon (optional)
What to do:
Prepare to fry the churros by heating oil in a pan (1 to 1&1/2 inches) to 360 degrees F.
To make churro dough, heat water, margarine and salt to rolling boil in 3-quart saucepan.
Stir in flour. Stir over low heat until mixture forms a ball.
In about 1 minute, remove from heat. Beat eggs all at once.
Continue beating until smooth and then add to saucepan while stirring mixture.
Spoon mixture into cake decorators' tube with large star tip (like the kind use to decorate cakes).
Squeeze 4-inch strips of dough into hot oil.
Fry 3 or 4 strips at a time until golden brown, turning once, about 2 minutes on each side.
Drain on paper towels.
Mix Sugar and the optional cinnamon.
Roll churros in sugar or dump the sugar on the pile of churros.
Do Not CryDo not stand at my grave and weep:Do Not Cry5 years ago in Emotional More Like This
I am not there. I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the softly fallen snow;
I am the gentle showers of rain.
I am the field of ripening grain.
I am in the morning hush,
I am in the grateful rush
Of beautiful birds in circling flight.
I am the starshine of the night.
I am in the flowers that bloom.
I am in a quiet room.
I am in the birds that sing.
I am in each lovely thing.
So do not stand at my grave and cry.
I am not there.
I did not die.
LoveSometimes I sit on my front porch and ponder life.Love5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I guess it is.
I mainly think about love, though.
I mean, who doesn't spare a few seconds to mull over love?
The truth is, I thought it would be like in the books.
No fighting that couldn't be solved
the next day.
Them always just being
A phone call away.
The next day you'd see their face,
That you'd love them forever.
I mean, how many relationships are,
How many never got the chance,
To gain their own wings to soar,
Because they were afraid of taking chances?
A broken heart is almost enough of a reason
Not to try anymore.
Is it really, though?
Does your voice tell you to keep going?
To keep trying?
To keep living?
To keep loving?
What is love, anyways?
A fluttery feeling in your belly?
A yearning in your heart?
Memorizing their scent,
On your bed sheets,
So you smell them as you sleep?
Poems that ramble like epics,
Lyrics that move your soul?
Is it dancing around your house,
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Your perfect to me.
I'm sorry I messed you up.
You didn't I was broken before you.
I'm sorry you think i lied.
I'm sorry I lost my bestfriend.