Ze Simplest Apple Cider Recipe

Today it was rainy, windy, and then for a few hours, suuuuper sunny, then night fell, and it became wonderfully windy and cold again.

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^[Now this is just beautiful ❤ This is the kind of color my cider is =) ]

Now, I’m from Chicago, the windiest city of all, and I MISS the powerful winds that sway skyscrapers, and fwoosh all your hair off your back and shoulders into the air (or if your lucky, or your hairs just that short, into the skyyy).

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^[ Even a color like this has popped up if I use a bit too much cinnamon- how Daddy Dearest likes it =3 ]

Today it was that windy for just a brief moment, but I felt completely satisfied by it. And so I thought of home back there. The orange, bronze, and gold leaves I associate with such Autumny winds, and with that orange scheme came pumpkins, pumpkin pie, halloween, and then, apples.

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^[ Ok, so mine isn’t anywhere near as light as this one, but I think this is the kind of color you’d get if you dilute it a lot with water and if you don’t add too much cinnamon.]

So I thought, hey, this is the perrrrfect weather for some apple cider! But I’d never made it before, and only had this fake copy thing here, so I wasn’t entirely sure how it was supposed to taste. But, I just through together what I thought would taste good together, and whatever felt Autumn and fell into that color scheme.

[note- this is NOT what you should be doing, especially if you are a chemist. Just google a simple recipe- it ain’t that hard. I’m just weird, and I came out with a great cup of yummy warm goodness, so just let it sliiide ^_^ ]

Ingredients-
1 cup/mugful of Apple juice (I used Nestle’s because I love it’s crisp taste, and color.)
1 teaspoon of Honey (I used this brilliant German brand I’m obsessed with at the moment, flavored Forest Honey, that had a gorgeous hue of gold to it.)
A dash of Cinnamon/1 Cinnamon stick

Serving- One cup, or for one person.

Now, this recipe is veryyy flexible. Just add more cinnamon if you like a stronger bite to your drink, or if you don’t want it too sweet. If you like it suuuper sweet, then add more honey, or use a sweet juice like I am. (My mom hates it sweet, so for her, I add about 1 parts water, and 2 parts apple juice instead to dilute it.)

Directions-
I Turn on your stove, and pour in apple juice into a pot. Let it heat on a low-ish medium flame.

II Get a teaspoon of honey, and try mixing it in to the apple juice. I say try because it takes a bit of determination and stirring to get it to slide off the spoon entirely and dissolve into the juice.

III Add your cinnamon. I usually sprinkle in just a bit, but enough to cover the entire surface of the juice lightly before I stir it in. If you don’t have powdered/another verb that begins with a g- grinded? ground? Yup, it’s ground.- cinnamon, just add your stick of cinnamon to the cup/mug instead.

IV Now just pour out your deliciously Fall drink into an apt mug, and enjoy!

Optional- Drink while reading a good book. What’s the point in making a warm drink to enjoy, if you aren’t enjoying it in cold weather, and with a book?

Cooking for the Cursed/Kitchen-Challenged. And of course, it’s Ali Approved =3

Taste the Autumn!

-Ali
Don’t blow up that microwave again!

ps.
What can I say, Marv the Microwave doesn’t like me =(
And I haven’t blown him up in at least a year and a half now, so yeah, I’m getting better at my experiments now ^_^

 

 

Exiled From Ireland&The Irish Love Me

Obviously.

Anyways, i have a dream where im in this plain boring area, with hills and a sun above them, and nothing else. all in shades of yellow, green, and orange (yes, even the sun.) and yet somehow i know im in ireland.

Scene shift. at this absolutely gorgeous mountain top, with magnificent mountains as far as the eye can see. its a crisp winter morning, but insanely sunny. my perfect winter weather. we’re in this amazing manor, castle, thing. all grey carved stone, and beautiful. its brilliant. and then, there are all these random people scattered here and there. and theyre about to announce who got shuffled into which team with who. anyways, ayesha and i are super excited, but ayesha’s flipping out with insane hand gestures and everything. (so very un ayesha like). shes going on about how cool itd be if she gets an actual french person on her team and they become great friends. and i want to make friends with whoevers on my team.

anways, they announce the teams, and group us all together. we then are supposed to hang out together as a team to improve our teamwork and get to know each other more. after a debate and all that time, i become really close friends with this irish guy on my team. we become bros. its awesome =) and then after that, when we get our own free time to spend with whomever we choose, i go find ayesha. shes ecstatic cuz she has a french chick on her team. so thats cool, sure why not, were both happy.

later on, i see ayesha hanging out (bothering) the frenchie girl, and its pretty obvious that shes  irritated. yet ayesha being oblivious to this, continues her pursuit of being best friends with the Croissant Lover. she goes on about our (ayesha and mine) lit references, how shes the Lady of Shallot, how she has always considers herself french, and french worthy, blah blah blah. anyways, im then hanging out with Irish-Guy (and i dont remember what he looked like much- possibly blonde with green eyes? im not sure…but i do remember that he was hot. buuut i wasnt into him. not then. yes, there IS a sequel dream! =D ) and we become closer friends.

the next time i see ayesha, she has irked the french chick to a terrible extreme where she snaps at ayesha. ayesha gets stunned and a bit confused and tries to appologize and then go on about how theyre such good freinds and forgive each other. Madam Mustache (..no she didnt have one..but-but still =P) gets more annoyed, and tells ayesha shes not worthy of calling herself french let alone being french, and how shes just an annoying little wanna be. ayesha gets angry now, and they proceed to a full scale riot yelling match fight thing. then this girl sues ayesha, and takes her to the french embassy. there, all the french also hate ayesha, and tell those in charge of our debate tournament training thing (the debating TTT =P ) that they hate her and will not tolerate her being in ireland where shes happy and where currently there are a lot of french people or something. the irsih are totally chill and are just like, ‘yeah, sure, cool, why dont we just exile her, yeah?’ and thus ayesha gets exiled from ireland.

now, we;re at this scene where ayeshas crossing the boarder. once again, in all shades of orange, green and yellow, strangely. so ayeshas leaving and she asks me to cross over with her, you know, lets ditch this popsickle stand kinda thing. (i would never call ireland a popsickle stand but you get the idea right? no offense..) and im fine with leaving (since i can come back. no exile for me =) ) but all these random irish people appear and they say no, i cant go because they like me and are attached to me. aw, im loved by the irish ❤ anyways, as this happens, my irish guy friend was standing by my side the entire time and when the ayesha asks me to leave with her, he hugs me. like, NO. she wont go. it was cute.

all and all, this is a pretty morality type dream of mine.

the irish will love me. the irish are cool and chill. ayesha doesnt belong in ireland. ayesha is to be hated by the french. and, apparently, ayesha doesnt have what it takes to call herself and to BE french. yowch. and obviously, the sun is secretly green, orange and red in ireland. i feel so much more enlightened now. =)

TarotCardsTake I: Winning Gold at the Olympics

This happened some time last year, but back then i lapsed into a ‘bleh, my blogs boring me’ kinda mode where i neglected it, but now i wanna mention this here wee incident.

My friend Mariam knows how to read tarot cards, and one day, we were messing with them. so i wanted to do a general ‘what ill be in the future’ thing and so she did. I pulled a card- Pick a card, any card!- and i pulled out this one that told of a very happy future for me. and i shall tell you how i interpreted it.

Well, first ill have to describe it though. It was completely yellow. There was a guy with huuuge angel wings spread out, flying. he was surrounded by gold, sparkly coins (yes, there were Team Rockets blasting off agaaaain kind of sparkles!) There were also some plain and simple white rings/circles, but i dont remember whether they were linked or not, but they were five of them. i think =P

Now for my very epic, and awesome interpretation that predicts my happy, rich, bright, fun, cool future.

gold coins and rings: i will obviously win gold at the olympics. this came as a shock to me, but if you think about it, its so makes sense of my capabilities =P and in what sport? Flying. duh. i already know how to fly, i just dont in public so, you know, i dont get shot down, or sued by superman, or taken in for experimentation. but, all my friends do, and now so does anyone who reads this post. shh, im batman! ok, yeah. so i win gold at the olympics for flying skills. hell yeah. on a bright, sunny, YELLOw day =P

my awesome, completely unpredictable interpretation. =P you may now have your mind blown.

guess winning gold at the olympics just runs in the family. My grandfather on my mothers side/ my maternal gramps/ my nana won gold at the olympics, representing my home country, in the sport hockey, and obviously im super proud of him from that. it is an awesome feat, dontcha thing? =* too bad he’s gone now, but ill always respect and love him ❤ and i know hell be so proud of his little girl winning gold too, for something as cool as flying =’) *sniff*

on the note of my amazing flying skills:

i also happen to sell illegal rainbow jetpacks, but only awesome people and people with an aptitude for flying and its sheer coolness may see them, let alone use them. so if you dont believe me/ cant get your jet pack to work, its just not meant for you =P haha, sucks to be you!

ok, enough gloating that i can fly and most others cant. (hell yeah, im Frosty the Flying-won-gold-at-the-olympics snowman! =D )

so have you ever had weird tarot experiences, or just had fun interpreting them yourself? or asked funny questions and gotten even funnier answers? if you have, feel free to discuss them in the comments, i find this kind of tomfoolery super awesome and a great  time to chill and hang and goof off with friends!

i know i have, and i shall be expressing them here, so stay tuned =P

Next time: The Tale of the Knights of the Round Table; The Tale of the Knights on the Square Horses.

and ill also post this one time when we did my future husband. it was pretty weird =P and my friends futures were hilarious, so that comes here too!

hahaha, hope this kind of thing wasnt an entire bore =P i had fun remembering this shit, and how fun it was chilling with my friends and the tarot cards =)

The War Against the Land King

just last night i had to dreams ( i woke up in the middle, after one ended and it sorta kind but didnt continue from there) you see, this story is after the first one. ill post the first one later, its actually romantic which my dreams never are, so heres one that is more a typical dream for me (actually, its not so typical either, cuz the moon didnt explode in this one! usually the moon, or something else behind me explodes in my dreams =P ) so anyways, lets start the story from the top. But this i do need to mention, that Ayesha and i did not know of the existence of the Two Romeos in this continuation, especially that they were in Florida with us.

Ayesha (one of my best friends) was sitting with me at this beautiful cafe. The birds were singing, the Sun was shinning through the green leaves of this beautiful, large majestic tree that towered above us, and we were eating ice cream and sipping iced tea and coffee (needless to say who had the coffee, eh? =P) We were laughing and having fun. Now, for some reason, ayesha was technologically more advanced than me since she had her cellphone with her, and it bzzzed, notifying her that she had gotten a text. Now, here, we dont know that Ammar and Adil are also in Florida with us on a vacation. Ammar had just texted her asking if she wanted to hangout. so she replies that, sorry dude, we cant, were chilling in florida, on a vacation. to which he replies, im here too with adil, wanna go to an aquarium? so we kinda have nothing better to do and say yeah, sure why not. So now we have plans.

Next scene: we’re at the aquarium. now adil and i are childhood friends (form the 3rd grade) and both are pokefanatics. so we see manta rays and explode into an argument about whether this particular species resemble mantyke or mantine. this debate quickly developes into a ‘do you even know which is which?’ argument. at this, ayesha and ammar (not die hard pokefreaks, sad i know =/ they totally wasted their childhoods..) start their own convo that i didnt hear, so i dont know what they were talking about. And we have looong arguments. so by this time, we have entered this one way tunnel where the walls are made of glass and contain all these fish, like this real one somewhere in Dubai, UAE. And now i notice that all the people ahead of us are kinda grouping towards the wall, as if making a path for us to walk through. so now i and co. halt in our tracks and stare ahead expectantly.

i dont know what dream-me was expecting but it certainly wasnt this. Maaz (Tariq, basketball jock) comes over, no, galloping over, while riding a seahorse. strangely, dream-me had no issue finding this weird. what i did find weird were everyones reactions to his arrival. Adil bursts out a ‘whatya doing here?!’ which i think is the most realistic, and exactly what i was thinking at that point but was too speechless to say. Ayesha is confused and is freaking out. also realistic. and ammar. ammar, shoves between adil and i (we were leading this wonderful rally), and pushing up his sleeve glances at his watch and growls ‘its about time!’. (hee hee, ammar growling). now im totally like O________o

Ammar starts ranting about they dont have ‘enough time to strategize and plan now’. this apparently makes loads of sense to ayesha, since she gasps the Ooooooh of understandment (its a thing now, get used to it. kinda like French the Llama.) and says ‘so thats why you called me over! to be the strategist. afterall, i am the only one here qualified to do it here, since im smart’. To which adil scoffs ‘more like a consultant. maybe, since im the smartest one here, and im the strategist.’ Now dream-me is pretty dumb, and justs watch ayesha blush at her baisty/burn and start an argument with adil which ammar plans out a new schedule( like Mr. Herriman would). So i go up to maaz and try to get him, Oh-Seahorse-Master to shed some light on this baffling series of events.

Here i feel compelled to mention his attire (and adils too, in a bit. it is always note worthy.).He is wearing this ginormous swirly seashell on his head, kinda like those shell fish ones, i think as a crown. hes wearing his glasses as usual, and then, at his hip, he had a fencing sword. ah, but not any fencing sword, one that was evidently crafted using KND technology. it had a handle that was either ivory or bone (not too sure about the difference there anyways =S) and the blade- wait for it- was made entirely out of toothpicks he Prince of the Sea himself. And, if youve seen the episode where no.3 has to save no.3 from that sand castle king of the beach dude/brat? well, remember the three ‘knights’ wo wore different types of sea themed armor? he wore clothes a bit like a mixed version of the purple one and the orange one, but more princely and entirely blue. in case you havent, and dont understand my Kids Next Door reference, heres a link to a picture; http://www.google.com.pk/imgres?hl=en&tbo=d&biw=1050&bih=629&tbm=isch&tbnid=LsVJCvewGxWKaM:&imgrefurl=http://knd.wikia.com/wiki/Knights_of_the_Round_Towel&docid=od-PIZ2xo8gRhM&imgurl=http://images2.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20100815215849/knd/images/e/ed/Knights_of_the_Round_Towel.jpg&w=431&h=290&ei=UC_nUN_AHbOM4gSVkYHABA&zoom=1&iact=hc&vpx=200&vpy=296&dur=3635&hovh=184&hovw=274&tx=149&ty=73&sig=110513296423729959206&page=1&tbnh=134&tbnw=222&start=0&ndsp=16&ved=1t:429,r:6,s:0,i:103 woooow, thats a long link. and just to clearify (and put this picture here too!) when i say Prince of the Sea, i dont mean King Sandy http://www.google.com.pk/imgres?hl=en&tbo=d&biw=1050&bih=629&tbm=isch&tbnid=1vY0xDgLIf_6xM:&imgrefurl=http://knd.wikia.com/wiki/King_Sandy&docid=rCQXesdA-4mGlM&imgurl=http://images4.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20091018003924/knd/images/e/e0/King_Sandy.jpg&w=640&h=480&ei=UC_nUN_AHbOM4gSVkYHABA&zoom=1&iact=hc&vpx=239&vpy=143&dur=518&hovh=170&hovw=227&tx=113&ty=121&sig=110513296423729959206&page=1&tbnh=155&tbnw=207&start=0&ndsp=16&ved=1t:429,r:1,s:0,i:88

And so my conversation with Sir Maaz…’hey whats going on??’ he decides to respond by pointing his blessed sword at my throat and says ‘ silence, infidel  or a shall be forced to silence you myself by beheading you!’ which seems very non-maaz-like and very knightly-outta-control-arrogant of him. so i give him one more chance before i just at him with my mad ninja skills. ‘maaz, whaaat is going on?’ this is the part where dream-me redeems herself by showing some signs of intelligence: ‘hey, you sound as if there’s a war coming up or somthing. are you going to war?’ i also thought ‘are you going to war dressed like that riding that??!‘ too but didnt say anything incase i was beheaded, you know. so he answers, ‘yes, i am declaring a war. against the Land King’. and he says this with closure, as if its climactic, dramatically, and with finality. i am now like, lost completely and forever.

i then am just like ‘yeaaaah, good luck with that..’ and it sorta ends. or atleast, i think the dream ends here. my dad interrupted me to drag me out to celebrate his wedding anniversary at 12.02 am. so my writing flow was interrupted and i dont remember what exactly it was i was supposed to / going to write after that bit about the clothes. hml…nope, still drawing a blank. grrr..

Oh yeah, and as per my dream rules, adil had to have had one of those curly-tipped french cartoon mustaches. (no offense to the French, you guys totally rule! =) ) and he was wearing regular jeans until maaz, prince of the sea, showed up. then, the jeans magically became red tights. *shudder*

now im gonna have a pretty hard time getting to sleep with that obscene image stuck in my head -.- oh well, another post sure to come, if im not entirely exhausted by then =)

Ciao~