IN AN AGE GONE STALE through the complex of bureaucratic interdependencies, with its tedious labyrinth of technical specializations, each contingent upon the next, and all aimed to converge into a single totality of meaning, it is a refreshing moment indeed when one comes across an area of human endeavour absolutely sufficient unto itself, pure and free, no strings attached – the cherished and almost forgotten l’art pour l’art. from Twirling at Ole Miss by Terry Southern (in the short story collection Red-Dirt Marijuana) – original publication date 1967. Sunday Sentence: The sentence(s) that touched me this week, out of context and without commentary. Inspired by David Abrams at The Quivering Pen.
Monthly Archives: April 2016
~Shopping List~ ½ cup almond flour 1/2 cup granulated Truvia 1 cup peanut butter (creamy or crunchy, you choose) 3 eggs ¼ tsp salt 1 tsp. vanilla extract ~To do~ Pre-heat oven to 350 F. Prepare baking sheet with baking parchment or cooking spray. Mix all ingredient in mixer until well combined and dough has formed. Make balls of dough and place balls on pan. (They don’t need to be far apart, they don’t puff up.) Flatten cookies slightly making a crisscross mark on cookie with a fork. Bake for 15-17 minutes till edges are golden brown. Makes 16.
Yet it is good to know about our terrible selves, not laud or criticize them, just acknowledge them. Then, out of the knowledge, we are better equipped to make a choice for beauty, kind consideration, and clear truth. from Writing Down the Bones by Natalie Goldberg Sunday Sentence: The sentence(s) that touched me this week, out of context and without commentary. Inspired by David Abrams at The Quivering Pen.