Today, I have a few thoughts that have been firing in my mind recently. I guess you could say that they are about as random as you can get…
A New Fad
Since the weather has been warmer lately, Andrea and I have gotten off of our morning latte/cappuccino kick. For a worthy substitution, I found a good recipe for an icy coffee drink. Thank you, internet!
As a side note: Did you realize that the internet (specifically allrecipes.com) can make any dunce a master chef? As long as you can read and follow directions, you can just about create anything gourmet. I mean, since we have been married, this couple has made out of this world meals and treats…just from following directions from the internet. Many of you have gotten a taste of these things from reading our blog in the last several months, but again, that’s just a taste. Together, we have made: pretzels, Italian hearth bread, cinnamon rolls, deep dish and brick oven pizza, flour and corn tortillas, southern-style biscuits, and Italian beef. Not to mention all of the other things Andrea has made for dinner. I think that’s pretty neat.
Anyways, I found this recipe for an iced coffee drink, and adapted it a little to our liking:
2 shots of espresso (or about 2/3 cup strong coffee)
2 tablespoons of sugar
1 1/2 cups of milk
1 cup of ice
To mix, pour the espresso, sugar and milk into the blender, then blend on low for about thirty seconds. After that, just drop the ice into the blender, and blend on “super high” (ice crush setting) for another thirty seconds. It’s as simple as that! And believe us, it is much better tasting than the syrupy, overpriced concoction they sell under the Starbuck’s name.
The Green Fields of France
I have been doing a little reading the last couple of weeks on the First World War (1914-1918). As Americans, the war itself didn’t mean as much as World War II, mainly because we were not involved until the last year and a half. However, to the rest of Europe, it meant everything. To put everything in perspective, Europe officially refers to the men of the generation that fought in the war as “The Lost Generation.” They say that because literally, a generation of young men from the UK, France, Belgium, and Germany were butchered on the Fields of France. Even today, nearly 100 years later, the land that represents the old front lines of that war is permanently scarred. Near places like Ypres, Belgium and Baupaume, France farmers still uncover land mines and unexploded artillery shells. Today the land is very solemn and surreal; to the point where it is almost unimaginable the loss that was suffered by millions upon millions of men.
My Trusty Razor
Around this time, four years ago, during my freshman year of college, I purchased my first electric razor. I honestly cannot believe it has survived this long; and believe me, it has been through a lot! The main thing it survived was the Fairhaven Guy’s Dorm–that is a miracle in and of itself. It has also been to two foreign countries (Mexico twice, and Canada). In Mexico, it almost saw it’s end. The family that allowed me to stay with them when visiting Andrea two years ago had this little dog–Buddy. I can’t say they didn’t warn me about him! Well, I left my Norelco razor out one day and he decided to have a little heyday with it. I returned to the house to find it in a million pieces. They offered to get me a new one, but it wasn’t really there fault, so I thought I might try to salvage it together. Well I did! To this day, though, it has a small piece that ol’ Buddy tore off.
Yes, it has been through a few deep cleanings and reassemblies, but it still hasn’t cost me a dime since I bought it. The best part of all is that it still works almost like it did when I got it!