Thursday, August 18, 2011
My Polyvor Weekend Look
Wednesday, August 17, 2011
Street Art By Damon Ginandes
Tea Time!!
LOVE this!!!!
Tuesday, August 16, 2011
Sweet Tooth!

Chocolate souffle
3 tbsp cold butter, for greasing
1 tbsp caster sugar, for dusting
1 tsp cocoa, for dusting
150g dark chocolate
50g butter, cubed
4 egg yolks
110g caster sugar
1 tbsp cocoa
5 egg whites
1 pinch of cream of tartar
1 pinch of salt
Icing sugar, foér dusting
Step one
Preheat the oven to 200°C. Grease ramekins with butter, then brush the sides with a pastry brush to create vertical grooves (this will help the soufflé to rise). Combine caster sugar and cocoa and dust ramekins. Shake out excess.
Step two
Place the chocolate and butter in a heat- proof bowl set over a pot of simmering water; allow to
melt. Remove from heat and set aside to cool a little.
Step three
In a bowl, whisk together egg yolks and 60g caster sugar until pale. Sift in cocoa, stir well to combine. Add the egg mixture to the melted chocolate mixture, and stir well to combine.
Step four
In a large glass bowl, beat the egg whites with the cream of tarter and salt until soft peaks form. Gradually add remaining caster sugar one tablespoon at a time until mixture is thick and glossy and stiff peaks form.
Step five
With a metal spoon, fold a little of the egg white into the choco- late mixture to loosen it, then gently fold in the remaining egg white until combined.
Step six
Spoon the mixture into the prepared dishes. Run the tip of a folded piece of paper towel around the lip of the ramekin, between the mixture and the dish (this will help the soufflé to rise). Bake for 20 minutes, remove from oven, dust with icing sugar and serve immediately.
Kevin Peterson
Poem For The Day.
And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow--
You are not wrong, who deem
That my days have been a dream;
Yet if hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day,
In a vision, or in none,
Is it therefore the less gone?
All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream.
I stand amid the roar
Of a surf-tormented shore,
And I hold within my hand
Grains of the golden sand--
How few! yet how they creep
Through my fingers to the deep,
While I weep--while I weep!
O God! can I not grasp
Them with a tighter clasp?
O God! can I not save
One from the pitiless wave?
Is all that we see or seem
But a dream within a dream?
It's A Fact.
Friday, August 5, 2011
Happy Friday!!!
Sum 41!!!






























