A few people I spoke to were unfamiliar with David Letterman's gag. Watch this to see what I laugh about every night.
Monday, July 30, 2007
Saturday, July 28, 2007
I love David Letterman's gags. My neighbors hear me laugh out loud when he does "Great Moments in Presidential Speeches" but we have our own clown here in Brazil. I found this in today's O Globo edition. Of course I can't take credit for the humor. The journalist who covered this great moment must also be a fan of Letterman. My cynical mind immediately thought: OK, so our Brazilian politicians use to be protoplasm and now they are orangutans?
Tuesday, July 24, 2007
Our bloggy friend, Steven Alexander, http://bosque-santa.blogspot.com just published his book. Santarem - Riverboat Town, was published by the Missouri Partners Publishing a few days ago. For more information, go to www.amazonriver.com/book.html. He started writing this book quite a few years ago but could never finish it. He kept adding to it, deleting things, changing things, revising it, etc. At last it's done. He is grateful to many people for their assistance and to his son Arthur Daniel Alexander for the cover design.
Congratulations Steven!! I will be ordering my copy for sure. Big hugs, RoseMary.
Upon my first viewing of this O Globo editorial cartoon, I thought the face of the clown should be Lula's. My second thought is that it should be the face of Brazil because there are so many players in this sorry state of air travel.
I was thinking that something along the line of this cartoon should be placed on T-shirts.
Sunday, July 22, 2007
I remember my grandmother's and mother's jams and have some memory of seeing them being made, but got my recipes from the Internet (Thank god for Internet)
our local oranges are sweet so I use about half the sugar in her recipe and I can never find jelly bags or cheese cloth so I use a new knee high nylon stockings for soaking the orange peel over night.
My efforts are not (ever) perfect but I enjoy very much knowing the results are mine. They always taste better than you can buy any where.
Saturday, July 21, 2007
Friday, July 20, 2007
According to the hungry girl website, the pudge has been taken out of fudge. I'm going to run right out and make some, I wish, Brasil has no brownie mixes or peanut butter or peanut butter substitute!!!
Hungry Girl has done it again. Armed with nothing but pumpkin, some brownie mix and a VERY lowfat peanut butter, she’s whipped up a version of chocolate peanut butter fudge that's so low in calories and fat, it'll make you cry tears of joy. Here's the secret recipe...
2 cups canned pure pumpkin
1 box Betty Crocker Fudge Brownies Mix (the 18.3-oz. Family Size box)
2 tbsp. Better ‘n Peanut Butter, room temperature
Preheat oven to 350 degrees. Combine pumpkin with the brownie mix in a large bowl; stir until smooth (do not add anything else). Spray a small baking pan (6" X 6" or 8" X 4" work best - no larger!) with nonstick cooking spray and pour in the mixture. Spoon 2 tbsp. of Better ‘n Peanut Butter (room temperature) on top and use a knife to swirl peanut butter around. Cook for approximately 35 minutes. The batter will remain very thick and fudgy, and it should look undercooked. Remove from oven. Cover with aluminum foil and let cool in fridge for a couple of hours. Cut into 36 squares and serve.
Serving Size: 1 piece (approx. 1.3 oz.)
Would someone in the US please send me the list of ingredients on the side of the brownie mix? kisses xoxoxo
Few people know that this is probably my favorite place in the world. I would go there as a young girl and just wander around alone. I took my children there many times years later. It always brought me peaceful thoughts and some kind of mental escape. No matter where I have been in the world, no monument has moved my soul or influenced my life more.
Wednesday, July 18, 2007
Tuesday, July 17, 2007
Saturday we were guests at the home of Ginger and Camilo in Friburgo. The weather was perfect and I would like to report to the world that I saw a number of Brazilians eating vegetables!!
However I pulled the camera out too late and I did not capture photographic evidence.
This photo was found on a site with a support forum for women growing their hair very long. The subject took her own photo, observe the camera. I am not sure that she realized how exquisite the photo was. I was impressed with the angle of her arm, the slant of her body, the shadows from top to bottom and the color harmony of the background against her hair in the foreground. www.longhaircommunity.com
Sunday, July 15, 2007
Blue sky, filtered sun, the hammock swaying in the soft breeze ... birds singing ... an occasional dive bomb from the humming birds (which I never see, just can hear their buzz saw sound) ... and I was asleep.
This weekend was so nice. Rosemary and the Comandante came up on Friday night for a promised homemade Caldo Verde. He was right at home in my kitchen and did a very good job of feeding us this wholesome soup.
On Saturday afternoon, starting at around one, friends began arriving. They ate and drank, laughed and talked, made fun of each other with great affection, drank (more!) wines from Camillo's secret stash and ATE EVEN MORE cheese and sweats, and drank a little coffee before with much hugging and kissing, all left for their respective pousadas to make a full recovery before, in most cases, driving back to RIO today. What a great weekend. The Saturday afternoon Churrasco is the greatest cultural tradition of the Brasilians. Like in all cultures - good food and a gathering of GREAT friends leaves you rested and restored.
If a whole weekend isn't possible string a hammock between two trees, take a nap in the open air.
Kisses All, GingerV
Wednesday, July 11, 2007
All of you readers out there can enter a little contest. I will send a gorgeous pair of the latest style Havaianas to the commenter who can explain what is going on in this photo. The only restriction is that the writer must be in a country other than Brazil. It can be a response ranging from fantasy or accuracy, humor or tragedy. Ginger and I will be the judges.