How to make Muffin-Tin PiesHow to make Muffin-Tin Pies1 year ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
This is a really fun recipe I use for the Holidays and parties! ^-^
The steps listed below will make approximately one/one-and-a-half batches of twelve mini mixed-berry pies. Just use a regular muffin tin, and you can use paper muffin cups if you like, but if you don't I recommend spraying the ENTIRE muffin tin (not just the cups) before putting in the dough to help them come out easier.
The Oven will need to be pre-heated to 350 degrees before the pies can go in the oven.
2 1/2 cups flour
1/4 cup sugar
2 teaspoons of salt
1/2 cup shortening (I generally use Crisco)
3/4 cup butter (chilled)
6 Tablespoons of ice water
Making the dough:
1.) Cut up butter into medium-sized cubes and return it to the refrigerator for later use.
2.) Cut up the shortening and drop in chunks into a bowl of ice water.
3.) In a separate bowl (large), combine flour, sugar and salt and then mix well.
3.) After they are chilled, remove the shortening from ice water, the but
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You're not? Then you're obese.
If you're different, you're insane
You're not? Then you're a fake.
If you're happy, you're hiding something.
You're not? You must be emo.
If you're dating, you're a slut.
You're not? You must have no friends.
If you're popular, you're a jerk.
You're not? You're a nobody.
If you're quiet, you must be disabled.
You're not? You obnoxious freak.
If you're you, you're wrong.
Then you must be perfect.
The reasonYou're my reasonThe reason3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And to cry
You're my reason
And to die
You're my reason
For everything I do
I guess that's why I can say
That I'm in love with you
LoveLove is upLove7 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Love is down
Love is going through
When you want to go round
"Love is never having to say you're sorry"
But you say it anyway
Love is all those secret smiles
When there's nothing more to say
Love is having scars on your feet
From wearing the shoes they bought you
Love is listening to 'I love you's
And knowing every word is true
Love is writing silly poems
Exactly like this
And love is not actually knowing
Exactly what love is
True LoveTrue Love8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
its true love
that i feel for you
everytime im near you
i swear my heart skips a beat
i want to spend
forever in your arms
i wouldnt rather be with anyone else
you help me when im down
your there no matter what
ive never felt this way before
i never want to loose what we have
i never knew what it was like to be in love and loved in return
until the day you walked in to my life
i love every moment i spend with you
i wish they'd last forever
your my speacial someone
and i'll always love you
you changed me for the best
i couldnt imagine being without you
your the best thing thats ever happened to me
never let me go
each and every day
i love you even more
your my everything
i cant stand being away from you
you mean everything to me
your my one true love
i think ive finally found
my mr. right
you have my heart
another stupid love poemRoses are redanother stupid love poem7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And violets are blue
But words cant express
How much I love you
So here is my heart
Do with it what you will
Ill be your paper
If youll be my quill
Please carve your name
Across my heart
And tell me youre mine
Like I was yours from the start
Ive said this before
And Ill say it again:
The most beautiful stories
Dont ever end
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Delicate, but strong.
Love is a power,
That can't be used wrong.
Love is what we wish,
and what we dream.
Love is that first true kiss,
It's everything we need.
Love is true,
A beautiful sight.
Love is you,
You are my light.
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I've studied logic, but the sphinx is winning
Ink on the paper, a tin full of letters
Word after word 'til my grammar gets better
Which came first, the cat or the chicken?
Questions on satin imported from Britain
Study the science of sightless reflections
Follow-up formulas formed from corrections
Ask me a question, I'll respond in kind
Are riddles just questions to balance the mind?
True LoveI want to feel you in my armsTrue Love9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You make my heart go off like car alarms
I think about you night and day
What can i say
I love you deep inside my heart
Where feelings cant be torn apart
I hope you feel the same for me
I just hope you see
The same as i do
The vision of loving you
Don't ever leave
Because,that would be the last time i breathe
I want to stare into your sparkling eyes
That never tell any lies
Please be by my side
So i don't have to hide
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Like how I thought about killing myself today
Just to keep my own scary thoughts away.
Like how I stay awake way too late
To be sure I don’t awake in a bloody state.
Like how I soaked white into red last night
And turned myself into a ghastly sight.
Like how it hurts too much to breathe
When I make my own skin seethe.
Like how I Google things I shouldn’t
When I want to do things I couldn’t.
Like how I’m scared of being alone
Yet I’m only happy when I’m on my own.
Like how I know I’ll wind up killing myself
And turn into just a dusty photo on a dusty shelf.
Like how I make myself bleed every day
Even though I know I can’t go on this way.
Like how I maybe want someone to see
And for them to somehow help me.
But nobody will ever help me,
Because those are all the things I’ll never say.
F.O.R.G.I.V.E.F is for Feelings,F.O.R.G.I.V.E.1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
pain, anger, guilt.
O is for Outrage,
mountains from molehills built.
R is for Reasoning,
let common sense in.
G is for Genuine,
let healing begin.
I is for Ignore,
those screaming for vengeance.
V is for Validity,
give mercy a chance.
E is for Empathy,
support and don't revile.
Forgiveness is stronger,
than revenge or defile.
the one that lets it reside.
Forgiveness the one thing
that we all have inside.
The betrayal and anger,
that's felt can be so stark.
Often, I'll admit, it leaves
some emotional mark.
Forgiveness can strengthen,
if you just allow.
Forgiveness can build a bridge,
it's a start, anyhow.
List O' WedgiesList O' Wedgies1 year ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
It’s safe to assume that ever since people have worn pants there has been the complaint of fabric packing itself into the tight space of any butt crack it could find. The annoyance of having material bunched up in the back and the shame of having to deal with it in public has plagued mankind for centuries. This unbiased felon went unnamed for many years of its undie-scrunching spree until an unknown genius gave it a name: wedgie.
Once underwear started becoming increasingly available to everyone with a variety of fabrics and styles to choose from the runway was set for the wedgie to begin its true reign of terror. The almighty wedgie quickly became a feared weapon in the bullys’ arsenal of tactics. Just saying the word would make band geeks’ clench their butt cheeks in fear and fill fetishists’ stomachs with butterflies as they let their waistbands peek out for an easier target.
Leaving a trail of shredded fabric, enlarged leg holes,
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I looked down at my notes, which took up almost two full pages, and tried to figure out how to work the example problems. I examined the dang things but only succeeded in confusing myself even more. I was just about to raise my hand when the lunch bell rang. My teacher had lunch duty, so she quickly hauled out of the room with her Lean Cuisine.
I sighed and gathered my things together, my mind still attempting to solve the equations I had written down. I was in such a hurry to get out of the classroom that I bumped into someone, causing me to drop my books and him to drop his bag.
“Ah, sorry!” I said, keeping my head down.
“No,” he said. “It’s alright.” He bent down
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I’m not another fairytale
England x Reader
You were always the kind of girl who kept her nose in her books. You never really liked to be social in fact the only time you were was when you met the author of one of them. And today was no different. Just hanging out in your snuggie on your couch reading another book called ‘Where have they gone now?’ when someone had knocked on your front door.
You waited a little to see if anyone else in your family would answer it but no one showed so you got up and walked towards the door. Then saw the most breath taking man ever, he looked as if he popped right out of the pages from one of your books. With shaggy blond hair to glowing green eyes to his big eyebrows you were stunned.
“Excuse me miss, but are you (Name) (Last Name)?” He asked. You instantly noticed his British accent. You nodded also thinking he might be the person who gives you your letter to Hogwarts.
“Yes, please come in
boys who love their grandmothersnever fall in love with a boy who loves his grandmother.boys who love their grandmothers1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
he will be too gentle with your lips,
too sincere when he whispers blessings into your ears
pleading that he doesn't deserve you.
his tongue will not slither between your teeth.
instead, the heat of his mouth will melt your scar tissue
until there is no trace of your travels.
never fall in love with a boy who loves his grandmother.
he knows patience.
you will try to convince him
that it is one of the many virtues
you don't yet possess,
but he will dig through the flesh in your ribcage
until he finds it lodged beneath everything
you're too scared to confess.
he will teach you forgiveness, remind you that you are not a mistake.
he will wipe the trails of tears that always seem to decorate your cheeks
and replace them with rose petals, saying that he chose the color red
to match the passion he knows flows through your veins.
never fall in love with a boy who loves his grandmother.
he will trace the freckles on your skin
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Kelly estaba escondida con Reynaldo detrás de un árbol. Ella estaba sonriente por lo que había hecho, en cambio Reynaldo estaba totalmente serio, al darse cuenta de esto Kelly se acercó a él.
- ¿Y a tí qué te sucede? ¿Por qué no estás feliz si logramos que se arruinara el baile para Kendall? - dijo mientras le rodeaba el cuello. Reynaldo se alejó.
-Soy un estúpido, por haber dejado a Kendall por ti , ella no se compara a lo que eres tú, me das lástima.
-¿Qué? - dijo ofendida y enojada, comenzó a hiperventilarse tratando de decir algo.
-Lo siento, pero esto se terminó. Y quiero que sepas que Kendall debe estar feliz en estos momentos, porque tiene algo que no le podrás quitar, ella ,por más que me duela admitirlo, ella tiene sentimientos sinceros por Kick y sé que en el fondo, él a ella , así que haya lo que haya pasado, se tienen el uno a otro y deben estar juntos ahora, no pudiste lograr arruinarle nada, tú eres la que se arruinó sola.
Se dirigió a su auto
Ruthyou were tired and stagnant with yourRuth1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
bones piercing through your skin.
your body was a war zone.
black & purple bruises splashed across you
like blood on the concrete of the place you
could never call home. your parched mouth
& crooked little-girl teeth were never sanctuary.
the innocence was brutally beaten out of you
until you were brittle.
you lived in Germany your first 6 years
and then moved to Latvia.
you existed in a place they called a ghetto.
that dual-triangle on your left arm defined you.
it was the reason your scabbed lips couldn't
whisper prayers to the heavens, begging God
to save you from the mean men.
you were 8 when they started gassing.
you weren't raised with radios and laughter.
instead, the scent of your people's flesh burning
to grey ash was the fuel for your nightmares.
out of nowhere, you disappeared.
they had no trace of where you had gone.
your existence wiped clean off the Nazi handbook
but not from our memories.
i remember you, Ruth, and even though your lu
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That was why her mother barely looked at her. That was why she called her ‘girl’.
That was why she liked to pretend she was the quiet woman in the background of an old black and white movie. Because everything here was like an old black and white movie.
[And if she really looked back, her mother had never appreciated the elegance of the 1950s enough.]
It was because she hated surprises. The surprise she got on her sixth birthday when her father left taught her just how a single person had the ability of taking your soul, splitting it in two and wearing it on their breast pocket like a white carnation waiting to die.
That was why when she lifted a book, she looked at the last page first.
That was why her namelessness had become a comfort to her.
That was why sh
RegretRegret1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
All my life I've felt regret. Well, for the most part anyway. It all began in nursery, when I was just 4 years old. I didn't understand the meaning of the word, but felt it deep inside.
I lived in the country at the time I met Elizabeta. She was my first friend, for my siblings were only 1, and too young to play any of the games I liked.
When I was about 8, I left the country to visit the big city with my mother and her new boyfriend. He was taking us to where he was brought up. Here we went to another school aand, after a year, met my new friend, Hercules. Hercules often kept himself to himself and played video games to keep himself awake. I really enjoyed my few years here for I had a new friend, understanding teachers and a new baby sister to play with.
However, my life was turned from good to miserable when I found out about my school closing down to be used as a car park for a local mall. To make matters worse, we needed to move again due to the new born being ill, earning an eati
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He trembled, wiping his hands on his apron and asked:" So, mein herr, vhat seems to be zhe problem?" You couldn't hear his answer, only seeing the customer in question making gestures at his plate of food. Your father's voice rose:" Look, me, zhe awesome head-chef cooked it, it can't help but be awesome!"
The sous-chef hurried out of the kitchen in time to catch your father's failing arms. He dragged him back into the kitchen and you followed him. Gilbert was cussing loudly, but stopped at the sight of your small figure. "Vati, what's wrong?" He scooped you up and nuzzled your face.
"Nothing, meine liebe." He held y