Thursday, January 26, 2012

Ice-Cream Cookie Dessert - Yummy


Ice-Cream Cookie Dessert



















COOKIES
1 packet cookies of your choice
(I like to use Romany Creams)

WALNUT MIX
1 cup chopped walnuts (or nuts of your choice)
1 1/2 tablespoons butter or margarine
1 tablespoon packed brown sugar

CHOCOLATE SAUCE
1 can (12 fl. oz.) Evaporated Milk  (Carnation milk)
1 cup (6 oz.) Semi-Sweet Chocolate Morsels (chips)
1 cup powdered sugar (icing sugar)
2 packets (1 oz. each) Pre-Melted Unsweetened Chocolate Flavor
2 tablespoons butter or margarine
1 tablespoon vanilla extract

For a easier Chocolate sauce recipe:
1 Can Evaporated milk
1 Large slap of (brown) milk chocolate
1 Cup icing sugar
2 tablespoons butter or margarine
1 tablespoon vanilla extract


2 liter or 1.5 qt. Vanilla Ice Cream, softened

FOR COOKIES: Chop cooled cookies into small pieces.

FOR WALNUT MIX:
PREHEAT
oven to 375° F. Grease 8-inch-square baking pan.
COMBINE walnuts, butter and brown sugar in small bowl. Pour into prepared pan. Bake for 8 to 10 minutes; stir well. Cool completely in pan on wire rack.

FOR CHOCOLATE SAUCE:
COMBINE
evaporated milk, morsels, powdered sugar, Choco Bake and butter in medium, heavy-duty saucepan. Cook over medium-low heat, stirring occasionally, until chocolate is melted. Reduce heat to low; continue cooking, stirring occasionally, for 5 to 7 minutes or until thickened. Remove from heat. Stir in vanilla extract. Cool completely.

If you are using the easier Chocolate sauce recipe:
Break the chocolate into smaller pieces.
Combine all the ingredients in a heavy-duty saucepan. Cook over medium-low heat, stirring occasionally, until chocolate is melted. Reduce heat to low; continue cooking, stirring occasionally, for 5 to 7 minutes or until thickened. Remove from heat. Stir in vanilla extract. Cool completely.



TO ASSEMBLE:
WRAP
outside of 9- or 10-inch springform pan with foil. Spread 1/3 of crumbled cookies on the bottom of pan. Top with half of the ice cream and half of the chocolate sauce. Combine remaining crumbled cookies and walnut mixture in medium bowl. Spread half of the cookie-walnut mixture over chocolate sauce. Top with remaining ice cream, chocolate sauce (reserving 2 tablespoons) and cookie-walnut mixture.

PLACE remaining 2 tablespoons chocolate sauce in small, heavy-duty plastic bag. Cut a hole in corner of bag; squeeze to drizzle chocolate sauce over top of dessert. Freeze for at least 4 hours or overnight.

TO SERVE, let stand at room temperature for 20 minutes. Remove side of springform pan. Cut into slices.


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Monday, January 16, 2012

Suiker Mielie Plaat Koekies


SUIKERMIELIE-PLAATKOEKIES

1 blik geroomde suikermielies                                 1 eier, geklits
125ml gerasperde parmesaan                                125ml fyn gekrummelde fetakaas
250ml koekmeelblom                                                knippie suiker          
sout en vars gemaalde swartpeper na smaak       5ml bakpoeier

Meng alles saam en laat staan vir 10 minute. Braai lepelsvol van die mengsel in 'n pan met 'n bietjie warm botter of olie tot goudbruin aan albei kante en deurgaar. Dreineer op kombuispapier en sit dadelik voor. Lewer 15 plaatkoekies.



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7 Klippies


7 Klippies

Daar's sewe klippies in jou sak
Deur die Here vir jou ingepak
Sodat jy ene weg kan gooi
Vir elke tiende jaar voltooi.

Eerste klippie, geen probleem
Die spel sal donkiejare neem,
Dink ons in ydel kinderwaan
Die lewe gaan vir ewig aan.

Op twintig waai die tweede klip,
Pragtig en rooi van lip,
Windmakerder kan jy nie kry,
Wat ek wil, skuld die wêreld my.

Klippie drie die laat jou dink,
Vir dertig jaar het jy rinkink,
Vier sewendes is daar nou oor,
Om op te maak vir tyd verloor.

As uit jou hand die vierde val,
Dan vlek die grys jou slape al,
En dit wat in die sak oorbly,
Te min om als gedoen te kry.

Dan kom jy by vyftig,
Nou galop die tyd te vlytig,
En na die bult-op lewenspad,
Beginne jy die afdraand vat.

Voor laaste klippie nommer ses
Glip uit die sak voor jy sê mes
Die wat gewerk het vir n baas
Kry sy persent en groet vir laas.

O wee, o wee, nou klippie sewe,
Skriftuurlik het jy klaar gelewe,
Daar kom nou veel genade kort
Vir die wat dalk wil tagtig word.

Daar is natuurlik taai kalante,
Jy sien hul soms in die koerante,
Wat net nie wil die emmer skop
En eers na honderd om sal dop.

Of jy nou tot vervelens lewe,
Of tata sê hier rondom sewe,
By watter klip jy ookal stop,
Gaan sal ons, die tyd raak op.

Ek wens jou dus n sakvol klip,
Genoeg vir daardie honderd trip
En vreugde in jou kook en bak,
Tot jou knië daar op oudag knak.

Nou ja, ou maat, daar het jy dit,
Al wat ons nou kan doen is bid
Vir gesondheid, liefde en geluk,
Met voorspoed vir die oorblystuk

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MieliePap Muffins

Mieliepap muffins...       Saam met braaivleis!

     
 Jy benodig (vir 6)
                                                                                                               
 • 2 koppies mieliemeel
 • 4 koppies water
 • 1 teelepel sout
 • 3 eetlepels olyfolie of botter
 • 2 eiers
 • 2 hande vol kaas, gerasper
 • 4 eetlepels gekapte vars kruie, of 1 eetlepel droë kruie
 • 1 teelepel rooipeper
 • 1 teelepel paprika
 • 1 koppie heel mieliepitte
 • 6 sondroogtamaties, gekap
 • 12 kersietamaties, gehalveer
  Só maak jy

Voorverhit die oond tot 200 ºC.
Maak eers die pap. Bring die water en sout tot kookpunt. Voeg die mieliemeel daarby
en roer tot dit verdik.
Laat dit met ’n deksel op prut vir 10 minute.
Verwyder dit van die hitte en laat die pap afkoel.
Meng die res van die bestanddele saam en voeg die koue pap daarby.
Skep die mengsel in ’n gesmeerde muffinpan.
Skep dit maar vol, want dit rys glad nie.
Bak die muffins vir ongeveer 20 minute.

 Wenk: Die muffins is ’n blink plan as jy oorskietpap het.
Gooi ’n hand of drie vol gebraaide spek of oorskietboerewors by en eet dit vir brekfis.
Dis ’n geduldige resep dié.
 


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Friday, January 13, 2012

All Purpose Cake mix


All-Purpose Cake Mix


All Purpose Cake mix


10 cups flour
6 1/4 cups sugar
1 cup cornstarch
5 tablespoons baking powder
1 tablespoon salt
2 1/2 cups vegetable shortening

In large sifter, combine flour, sugar, cornstarch, baking powder and salt.
Sift in batches, into a large bowl.
Use a pastry blender or a heavy-duty mixer to blend in shortening until mixture resembles cornmeal in texture
Spoon into a 20-cup container with a tight-fitting lid.
Seal container, label and date.
use within 10 to 12 weeks.
Makes 17 cups cake mix.
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Thursday, January 5, 2012

Elke vrou het 'n kruie geur


ELKE VROU HET ‘N KRUIEGEUR

Die een vriendin laat jou dink aan Naeltjies – deurdringend sterk – ‘n noodsaaklikheid vir sekere tye van jou lewe.
‘n Naeltjieboom groei glo net waar die see gesien kan word.
Dan is daar die Neut-vrou.
Sy verleen daardie effens prikkelende geur met haar teenwoordigheid.
Jy sien haar nie dikwels nie, maar sy is altyd daar.
‘n Paprika-vriendin het ek beslis.
Altyd kleurvol, dra gedurig rooi, uitbundig en leef voluit, maar altyd smaakvol.

In elke vriendekring is daar ‘n Swartpepervrou-ontonbeerlik, maar jy moet haar reg hanteer anders kom haar skerpheid na vore.
Dit is dus verstandiger om haar in klein dosisse te kan geniet. 
En wie wil nou nie ‘n Kaneel vriendin hê nie?
Sy verleen ‘n heerlik soet, fyn geur aan jou vriendskaptuin.
Met haar snoesige roeskleur woltrui vul sy die vertrek met warmte en met haar sonnige geaardheid verdryf sy die kwaaiste winteroggend.
Sy sal nie maklik oordadig wees nie.

‘n Roosmaryn vriendin kom nie ongemerk ‘n vertrek binne nie.
Sy maak dadelik indruk met die manier waarop sy loop, lag, praat en aantrek.
As sy weg is, hang die geur van haar bekende parfuum nog ‘n tyd in die lug.
Dit is nie verniet bekend dat roosmaryn die geheue versterk nie.

‘n Ander vriendin waarsonder ek nie wil wees nie, is die Pietersielie vrou.
Sy is soos die bekende kruid, ‘n noodsaaklikheid in jou vriendekring.
Sy verleen die nodige versiering aan elke gesprek.
Haar advies is altyd deurdink en getuig van goeie smaak.
‘n Tiemie vriendin is nie oordadig met haar kuiertjies nie.
Sy hou dit kort en haar gesprekke is prikkelend en aktueel.
Sy verleen net daardie tikkie goeie smaak met haar teenwoordigheid.
(In Griekeland is dit ‘n kompliment as iemand vir jou sê jy ruik na tiemie.)

Laastens kry jy natuurlik die gemengdespeserye vrou.
Sy is ‘n heerlike veelsydige mengsel van vrolikheid, talentvolheid, bekwaarmheid en kunstigheid.
Nog ‘n moet in elke vriendekring.
Die besondere kruietuin van my, sal ek versorg en elke dag water gee.

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A Baby's Hug





 ~ A Baby's Hug ~

We were the only family with children in the restaurant. I sat Erik in a high chair and noticed everyone was quietly sitting and talking. Suddenly, Erik squealed with glee and said, 'Hi.' He pounded his fat baby hands on the high chair tray. His eyes were crinkled in laughter and his mouth was bared in a toothless grin, as he wriggled and giggled with merriment.

I looked around and saw the source of his merriment. It was a man whose pants were baggy with a zipper at half-mast and his toes poked out of would-be shoes. His shirt was dirty and his hair was uncombed and unwashed. His whiskers were too short to be called a beard and his nose was so varicose it looked like a road map.

We were too far from him to smell, but I was sure he smelled.. His hands waved and flapped on loose wrists. 'Hi there, baby; hi there, big boy.. I see ya, buster,' the man said to Erik.

My husband and I exchanged looks,
'What do we do?'

Erik continued to laugh and answer, 'Hi.'

Everyone in the restaurant noticed and looked at us and then at the man. The old geezer was creating a nuisance with my beautiful baby. Our meal came and the man began shouting from across the room, 'Do ya patty cake? Do you know peek-a-boo? Hey, look, he knows peek- a-boo.'

Nobody thought the old man was cute. He was obviously drunk.

My husband and I were embarrassed. We ate in silence; all except for Erik, who was running through his repertoire for the admiring skid-row bum, who in turn, reciprocated with his cute comments.

We finally got through the meal and headed for the door. My husband went to pay the check and told me to meet him in the parking lot. The old man sat poised between me and the door. 'Lord, just let me out of here before he speaks to me or Erik,' I prayed. As I drew closer to the man, I turned my back trying to sidestep him and avoid any air he might be breathing. As I did, Erik leaned over my arm, reaching with both arms in a baby's 'pick-me-up' position. Before I could stop him, Erik had propelled himself from my arms to the man.
Suddenly a very old smelly man and a very young baby consummated their love and kinship. Erik in an act of total trust, love, and submission laid his tiny head upon the man's ragged shoulder. The man's eyes closed, and I saw tears hover beneath his lashes. His aged hands full of grime, pain, and hard labor, cradled my baby's bottom and stroked his back. No two beings have ever loved so deeply for so short a time.

I stood awestruck. The old man rocked and cradled Erik in his arms and his eyes opened and set squarely on mine. He said in a firm commanding voice, 'You take care of this baby.'

Somehow I managed, 'I will,' from a throat that contained a stone.

He pried Erik from his chest, lovingly and longingly, as though he were in pain. I received my baby, and the man said, 'God bless you, ma'am, you've given me my Christmas gift.'

I said nothing more than a muttered thanks. With Erik in my arms, I ran for the car. My husband was wondering why I was crying and holding Erik so tightly, and why I was saying, 'My God, my God, forgive me.'

I had just witnessed Christ's love shown through the innocence of a tiny child who saw no sin, who made no judgment; a child who saw a soul, and a mother who saw a suit of clothes. I was a Christian who was blind, holding a child who was not. I felt it was God asking, 'Are you willing to share your son for a moment?' when He shared His for all eternity. How did God feel when he put his baby in our arms 2000 years ago.

The ragged old man, unwittingly, had reminded me, 'To enter the Kingdom of God , we must become as little children.'

If this has blessed you, please bless others by sending it on. Sometimes, it takes a child to remind us of what is really important. We must always remember who we are, where we came from and, most importantly, how we feel about others. The clothes on your back or the car that you drive or the house that you live in does not define you at all; it is how you treat your fellow man that identifies who you are.


It is better to be liked for the true you, than to be loved for who people think you are.....
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Wednesday, January 4, 2012

Hawermout Koekies (Oats cookies)

Hawermout (oats) koekies
klapper
1k Meelblom
4k hawermout
1k botter
2 r koeksoda opgelos in 1.4 k melk
1 1.2 k suiker
1.2 t sout
1 t kaneel
3 e gouestroop

Metn smelt botter en stroop saam en voeg dit by roer die sodat wat eers in die melk opgelos word by
Meng baie goed
Druk vas
Cm dit
Bak 14 tot min tot goudbruin by 170grade C

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'n Lewe wat saak maak

'n Lewe wat Saak Maak
Of ons gereed is of nie, eendag kom alles tot ‘n einde.
Daar sal geen sonsopkoms meer wees nie, geen minute, geen ure, geen dae nie.
Alles wat jy bymekaar gemaak het, of dit nou vir jou kosbaar is of nie, sal aan iemand anders behoort.
Jou rykdom, jou roem, jou wêreldse mag sal verskrompel tot onbelangrikheid.
Dit sal nie saak maak wat jy besit het nie of wat aan jou verskuldig is nie.
Jou haat, griewe, frustrasies en jaloesies sal uiteindelik verdwyn.
Maar so sal ook jou hoop, ambisies, planne en moet doen-lysies verval.
Die winste en verliese wat eens so belangrik gelyk het, sal vervaag.
Dit sal nie saak maak waar jy vandaan kom nie, of aan watter kant van die spoorlyn jy gebly het nie.
Dit sal nie saak maak of jy beeldskoon of briljant was nie.
Of jy ‘n man of vrou is, en wat die kleur van jou vel is, sal onbelangrik wees.
So, wat sal saak maak? Hoe sal die waarde van jou dae gemeet word?
Dit sal nie saak maak wat jy gekoop het nie, maar wat jy gebou het; nie wat jy het nie, maar wat jy gegee het.
Jou suksesse sal nie saak maak nie, maar wat jy vir die wêreld beteken het.
Dit sal nie saak maak wat jy geleer het nie, maar wat jy ander geleer het.
Elke daad van integriteit, medelye, moed of opoffering wat ander se lewens verryk, bemagtig of aangemoedig het om jou voorbeeld te volg, sal saak maak.
Jou bevoegdheid sal nie saak maak nie, maar jou karakter.
Dit sal nie saak maak hoeveel mense jy geken het nie, maar hoeveel mense jou vir altyd gaan mis wanneer jy weg is.
Jou herinneringe sal nie saak maak nie, maar wel die herinneringe aan jou wat sal bly voortleef in dié wat jou liefgehad het.
Dit sal saak maak hoe lank mense jou onthou, wie jou onthou en waarvoor jy onthou sal word.
Om ‘n lewe te leef wat saak maak gebeur nie per ongeluk nie. Dis nie ‘n kwessie van omstandighede nie, maar van keuse. KIES om ‘n lewe te leef wat saak maak.

Lewe terwyl jy lewe, want wie weet waar lê môre.