Sunday, February 6, 2022

A Tasty Treat to Chase Away the Winter Blues

 





No-Bake Chocolate Haystacks

Beat the winter blues with these scrumptious no-bake chocolate coconut cookies. They are super easy and fast to make; not to mention, they’re easy on the pocketbook. The most challenging part of making these is trying not to devour them all before they’re made!

Cook Time: 10 minutes. Makes 18-24 cookies

Ingredients:

2 cups white sugar

1/2 cup milk

1/2 cup butter

1/2 cup cocoa powder

1/4 tsp salt

3 cups quick oats

1 cup unsweetened coconut

1/2 tsp vanilla

Method:

1)Place a medium-sized pot over medium heat.

2) Add the first five ingredients to the pot and wait until they come to a simmer. Cook a few minutes more. (Don’t taste test or you’ll burn your lips off!)

3) Next, add the oats, the coconut, and then the vanilla.

4) Mix quickly and then use a tablespoon to drop cookies onto a wax paper-covered cookie sheet.

5) Now, the hard part: you’ll have to wait about two hours for them to cool at room temperature until they are firm and ready to eat.

6) Store the cookies in a sealed container or cover with plastic wrap to keep them from drying out.

Enjoy!!

Jay Lang  

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Saturday, February 5, 2022

Baroness Orczy by Rosemary Morris

 


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Baroness Emma Orczy

    

I am a fan of well written historical fiction which recreates past times.  Baroness Orczy’s books are among my favourite novels, and I became curious about the author’s life and times.

 

 

Baroness Orczy

 

Best remembered for her hero, Percy Blakeney, the elusive scarlet pimpernel, Baroness Orczy was born in Tarna Ors, Hungary, on September 23, 1865, to Baron and Baroness Orczy.  Her parents frequented the magnificent court of the Austrian Hungarian Empire where the baron was well known as a composer, conductor and friend of Liszt, Wagner, and other composers.

Until the age of five, when a mob of peasants fired the barn, stables and fields destroying the crops, Emma Magdolna Rozália Mária Jozefa BorbálaEmmuska” Orczy, enjoyed every luxury in her father’s magnificent, ancestral chateaux, which she later described as a rambling farmhouse on the banks of the River Tarna.  The baron and his family lived there in magnificent ‘medieval style’.  Throughout her life, the exuberant parties, the dancing, and the haunting gypsy music lived on in Emmuska’s memory.

After leaving Tarna Ors forever, the Orczys went to Budapest.   Subsequently, in fear of a national uprising, the baron moved his family from Hungary to Belgium.  Emmuska attended convent schools in Brussels and Paris until, in 1880, the baron settled his family in Wimpole Street, London.

 Fifteen-year-old Emmuska, learned English within six months, and won a special prize for doing so.  Later, she first attended the West London School of Art and then Heatherby’s School of Art, where she met her future husband, Montague Barstow, an illustrator.

Emmuska fell in love with England and regarded it as her spiritual birthplace, her true home.  When people referred to her as a foreigner, she replied there was nothing foreign about her, she her love was all English, for she loved the country.

Baron Orczy tried to develop his daughter’s musical talent. Emmuska chose art and had the satisfaction of her work being exhibited at The Royal Academy. Later, she turned to writing. 

In 1894 Emmuska married Montague, and, in her own words, the marriage was ‘happy and joyful’

The newlyweds enjoyed opera, art exhibitions, concerts, and the theatre.  Emmuska’s bridegroom was supportive of her and encouraged her to write.  In 1895 her translations of Old Hungarian Fairy Tales: The Enchanted Cat, Fairyland’s Beauty and Uletka and The White Lizard, edited with Montague’s help, were published. 

Inspired by thrillers she watched on stage, Emmuska wrote mystery and detective stories. The first featured The Old Man in the Corner.  For the generous payment of sixty pounds the Royal Magazine published it in 1901.  Her stories were an instant hit.  Yet, although the public could not get enough of them, she remained dissatisfied.

In her autobiography Emmuska wrote: ‘I felt inside my heart a kind of stirring that the writing of sensational stuff for magazines would not and should not, be the end and aim of my ambition.  I wanted to do something more than that.  Something big.’

Montague and Emmuska spent 1900 in Paris that, in her ears, echoed with the violence of the French Revolution.  Surely, she had found the setting for a magnificent hero to champion the victims of “The Terror”.           Unexpectedly, after she and her husband returned to England, it was while waiting for the train that Emmuska saw her most famous hero, Sir Percival Blakeney, dressed in exquisite clothes.  She noted the monocle held up in his slender hand, heard both his lazy drawl and his quaint laugh.  Emmuska told her husband about the incident and within five weeks had written The Scarlet Pimpernel.

     Very often, although the first did not apply to Emmuska and Montague, it is as difficult to find true love as it is to get published. A dozen publishers or more rejected The Scarlet Pimpernel.  The publishing houses wanted modern, true-life novels. Undeterred Emmuska and Montague turned the novel into a play.

The critics did not care for the play, which opened at the New Theatre, London in 1904, but the audiences loved it and it ran for 2,000 performances. As a result, The Scarlet Pimpernel was published and became the blockbuster of its era making it possible for Emmuska and Montague to live in an estate in Kent, have a bustling London home and buy a luxurious villa in Monte Carlo.

During the next 35 years, Emmuska wrote sequels to The Scarlet Pimpernel such as, Lord Tonys Wife, 1917, The League of The Scarlet Pimpernel 1919, but other historical and crime novels.  Her loyal fans repaid her by flocking to the first of several films about her gallant hero.  Released in 1935, it was produced by her compatriot, Alexander Korda, starred Lesley Howard as Percy, and Merle Oberon as Marguerite.

 Emmuska and Montague moved to Monte Carlo in the late 1910’s where they remained during Nazi occupation in the Second World War.

Montague died in 1943 leaving Emmuska bereft.  She lived with her only son and divided her time between London and Monte Carlo.  Her last novel Will-O’theWisp and her autobiography, Links in the Chain of Life were published in 1947 shortly before her death at the age of 82 on November 12, in the same year. Raise your glass and drink a toast to them.

 

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Thursday, February 3, 2022

The Year of the Water Tiger by Diane Bator



The Year of the Water Tiger

Gong hei fat choy! 

What a great name for a book, isn't it? The Year of the Water Tiger. I'm sure it'll be on the shelves soon. But what does it really mean for the year ahead?

Just as we celebrate the calendar New Year on January 1st, the Lunar New Year brings a transition from the old to the new. Currently, the rigid ways of the Metal Ox are beginning to soften as the world eases into a more familiar rhythm.

As my good friend and mentor Debra Jones says in her blog:

The New Chinese Lunar Year (Feb 1st) has shifted us into the energies of the Water Tiger.

WATER is a feminine element. It is also the element of emotion and subconscious, of intuition and mysteries of the Self.


Water is a cleansing, healing, purifying, and loving element. It is the feeling of compassion, friendship, and love that can pour over us.


Water sustains us.

When we swim, it is water that supports us.

When we are thirsty, it is water that quenches our thirst.


(borrowed from Debra Jones https://www.debrajones.ca/blog/post/1662735/the-eye-of-the-tiger)


This is a year to be gentler to ourselves and to others as we all come out of the confusion and fear. To gather our good intentions and go to work on them. 2022 is a year of big changes and doing the work to create them while being fearles as a tiger but yielding enough to go with the flow.


What are your dreams? Perhaps this is the year to put those plans into motion.

To be as tenatious as a tiger.

To create that artwork.

To build that life you've only dreamed of until now.

To write that book.

To move forward in ways you've only dreamed of.

To transition to that job you've always wanted.


If you do plan to write a book, find a community of other writers who will support and mentor you. Reach out to authors you admire and take that first step of asking questions. Making a plan. Learning your craft. Letting your thoughts flow like water.


What are your dreams?



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Wednesday, February 2, 2022

The Joys of Winter




 Or should I say the dreads of winter? It seems like every year we complain more and more about snow and winter. Why? I guess we just need something to complain about. We've actually been blessed the last few years, our winters have been pretty mild and not a terrible amount of snow. At least not at one time. 

This year hasn't been much different. Until last week that is. We got pounded with a big snowstorm, at least 12 inches in most places, more in others. Anyone that knows me also knows I don't drive in the snow. I seldom drive in the rain, in fact, I really don't like to drive. Needless to say, I wasn't thrilled when I had to drive to church. 

Now I know I could have stayed home, but I committed to ushering that day and I also had some food for the food bank that I promised to bring so the lady that handles it didn't have to take it from church and I wouldn't have to carry it in. 

Okay, I know, I could have called and done it a different day, but two of the ushers already called off due to their son's wedding in Florida. So, I felt compelled to go. I'm sure they could have replaced me easily enough, I know I'm not indispensable. But a commitment is a commitment. Besides, I hate missing church. 

So, I went. Fortunately, my nephew plowed our driveway and I had no trouble getting out. Not so the streets, not even the main streets, although with the traffic they were a little better than the side streets. 

Believe me when I say I prayed all the way there, especially when I turned into the church driveway and it wasn't plowed. To make matters worse, the drive is a slight incline and on the left side is a dropoff. My car slid all the way up. Needless to say my prayer became more intense, asking God to take the wheel because I wasn't controlling the car very well. 

But, praise God, I made it all the way to the parking lot and even managed to get through the deep snow without falling.  Not many people were in church and I didn't expect there would be, but I was there and that's all that counted. 

It snowed the whole time I was in church and by the time we came out my car was covered. I cleaned it off, transferred the food to my friend's car, and slowly made my way home. The streets weren't in any better shape. I guess with it being Sunday, the city didn't feel the need to get the plow drivers out early. Although about the time I was ready to turn down my street, I did see one. 

Hmm, after writing all of this, I just had a thought. It would make a good scene for Aunt Beatrice Lulu. She hasn't been talking to me much lately. Maybe this would get her going. 

In the meantime, I can't wait for Spring. 

Tuesday, February 1, 2022

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