Carrot cake

My new english carrot cake recipe has won the hearts of all my family and has given me a certain reputation as witch confectioner that was an exclusive prerogative of my granny and maybe of my sweet friend Cristiana.
At first it was a bit frustating watching their faces when I was serving the cake ...as if a cake made of carrots and cooked by me (I'm not exactly the perfect housewife...)was some kind of crazy experiment.
However after tasting this marvellous carrot cake they were not only relieved but they asked for a second slice.
GO MEEE!!!!

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You scored as Pocahontas With the wind against your face, the sounds of the birds singing around you, you feel more alive than anything. Like Pocahontas, you feel most alive when you're in nature where you belong - man's beginnings were in nature, it just makes the most sense. As you find yourself in nature, remember that not everyone feels this way as well - try to ease them into your way of thinking, or just introducing them to your lifestyle! Everyone loves nature - just sometimes not as much as you! Jane 79% Pocahontas 79% Tinkerbell 75% Alice 71% Belle 71% Megara 71% Jasmine 71% Violet 67% Aurora (Sleeping Beauty) 67% Cinderella 58% Mulan 46% Snow White 42% Esmerelda 38% Ariel 25%

Save a Horse ...Ride a Cow-boy

Definitely he is my idea of Texas hot guy!!
Three Hurrà for Jansen AcKles!!
:PPP

Practical Magic for my Taddy

I miss you so much Taddy...
Althoug I'm not ready to explain you what's going on .

30 words

Speedtest

hey..I'm not so bad...the test is in English and..English is not surely my mother-tongue. :p

I've just planted the pumpkin seeds blessed during the last Candelora...With a little
help from weather we'll have wonderful Jack O'lanterns next Samhain.

For all those who died...

For all those who died-
stripped naked, shaved, shorn.

For all those who screamed
in vain to the Great Goddess
only to have their tongues
ripped out at the root.

For all those who were pricked, racked, broken on the wheel
for the sins of their Inquisitors.

For all those whose beauty
stirred their torturers to fury;
& for all those whose ugliness did the same.

For all those who were neither ugly nor beautiful,
but only women who would not submit.

For all those quick fingers
broken in the vise.

For all those soft arms
pulled from their sockets.

For all those budding breasts
ripped with hot pincers.

For all those midwives killed merely for the sin
of delivering man
to an imperfect world.

For all those witch-women, my sisters,
who breathed freer
as the flames took them,

knowing as they shed
their female bodies,
the seared flesh falling like fruit
in the flames,

that death alone would cleanse them
of the sin for which they died

the sin of being born a woman,
who is more than the sum
of her parts.

© Erica Mann Jong