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No Bake Cherry Cheesecake

 
An easy dessert.
An easy dessert.

I love this cheesecake.  It's easy to make and tastes delicious.  I like the lemon juice in it, it gives it a nice zing that always makes me want to have a second piece.  This pie only has a handful of ingredients and a rookie can put it together to wow their guests - believe me, I did!

Ingredients

1 pre-made graham craker pie crust
1 8 oz pkg. Philadelphia Cream Cheese
1 14 oz can Eagle's Brand Condensed milk
2 fl. oz. lemon juice
1 21 oz can of Comstock Cherry Pie Topping

Cooking Directions

Mix the condensed milk and the cream cheese with a whisk or electric mixer until smooth and then add the lemon juice.
 
Pour into pie crust, top with cherries and chill for an hour before serving.

Cooking Notes
 
I know that this can be made with low fat cream cheese, a low fat crust, and low fat condensed milk, but the one time I did all three of these, it just didn't come out good.  I think the crust can be low fat, and maybe one of the other two products can be low fat, but I am not sure which one made the first effort turn out so poorly.  So, for me, I just stick with the regular versions of the products.
 



 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

 

My Chocolate Chip Brownie Recipe

Best Served with Milk
 
Best Served with Milk

I love fudgy, cakey brownies and this recipe definitely hits the spot. I can see these as great bake-sale brownies. It goes without saying that a large glass of milk is required to make these truly spectacular.

Ingredients
1 cup (2 sticks) unsalted butter
2 1/4 cups sugar
1 1/4 cups cocoa
1 teaspoon salt
1 teaspoon baking powder
1 tablespoon vanilla extract
4 large eggs
1 1/2 cups Unbleached All-Purpose Flour
2 cups chocolate chips

Cooking Directions

Heat the oven to 350░F. Lightly grease a 9" x 13" pan

In a saucepan set over low heat, melt the butter, then add the sugar and stir to combine. Return the mixture to the heat briefly, just until it's hot (about 110░F to 120░F), but not bubbling; it'll become shiny looking as you stir it. Heating this mixture a second time will dissolve more of the sugar, which will yield a shiny top crust on your brownies.

Transfer the sugar mixture to a medium-sized mixing bowl. Stir in the cocoa, salt, baking powder and vanilla.

Whisk in the eggs, stirring until smooth. Add the flour and chips, again stirring until smooth.
Spoon the batter into a lightly greased 9" x 13" pan.

Bake the brownies for about 35 minutes. The brownies should feel set on the edges, and the center should look very moist, but not uncooked. Remove them from the oven and cool for about 10 minutes before cutting and serving.



 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

 

Cherry Pie

 


Ralph Waldo Emerson

 


Younger Emerson


A foolish consistency is the hobgoblin of little minds, adored by little statesmen and philosophers and divines. With consistency a great soul has simply nothing to do. He may as well concern himself with his shadow on the wall. Speak what you think now in hard words, and to-morrow speak what to-morrow thinks in hard words again, though it contradict every thing you said to-day. - 'Ah, so you shall be sure to be misunderstood.' - Is it so bad, then, to be misunderstood? Pythagoras was misunderstood, and Socrates, and Jesus, and Luther, and Copernicus, and Galileo, and Newton, and every pure and wise spirit that ever took flesh. To be great is to be misunderstood.

 

  
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

 

Time to eat

Time to eat

 

Scrambled Eggs

Scrambled Eggs


 

Sausage

Sausage


 

Lay out bacon, Fold bacon as shown to weave.

Lay out bacon, Fold bacon as shown to weave.


 

Lift bacon as shown

Lift bacon as shown


 

This makes a nice weave

This makes a nice weave


 

The Bard and the King


William Shakespeare

 


Henry V, King of England


What's he that wishes so? My cousin Westmoreland? No, my fair cousin: If we are mark'd to die, we are enow To do our country loss; and if to live, The fewer men, the greater share of honour. God's will! I pray thee, wish not one man more. By Jove, I am not covetous for gold, Nor care I who doth feed upon my cost; It yearns me not if men my garments wear; Such outward things dwell not in my desires: But if it be a sin to covet honour, I am the most offending soul alive. No, faith, my coz, wish not a man from England: God's peace! I would not lose so great an honour As one man more, methinks, would share from me For the best hope I have. O, do not wish one more! Rather proclaim it, Westmoreland, through my host, That he which hath no stomach to this fight, Let him depart; his passport shall be made And crowns for convoy put into his purse: We would not die in that man's company That fears his fellowship to die with us.

This day is called the feast of Crispian: He that outlives this day, and comes safe home, Will stand a tip-toe when the day is named, And rouse him at the name of Crispian. He that shall live this day, and see old age, Will yearly on the vigil feast his neighbours, And say 'To-morrow is Saint Crispian:' Then will he strip his sleeve and show his scars. And say 'These wounds I had on Crispin's day.' Old men forget: yet all shall be forgot, But he'll remember with advantages What feats he did that day: then shall our names. Familiar in his mouth as household words Harry the king, Bedford and Exeter, Warwick and Talbot, Salisbury and Gloucester, Be in their flowing cups freshly remember'd. This story shall the good man teach his son; And Crispin Crispian shall ne'er go by, From this day to the ending of the world, But we in it shall be remember'd; We few, we happy few, we band of brothers; For he to-day that sheds his blood with me Shall be my brother; be he ne'er so vile, This day shall gentle his condition: And gentlemen in England now a-bed Shall think themselves accursed they were not here, And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks That fought with us upon Saint Crispin's day.

 

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

 

Nessun Dorma - Sung by 2 Great Opera Singers

Sarah Brightman
Luciano Pavarotti

Nessun dorma!
Nessun dorma!
Tu pure, o Principe,
Nella tua fredda stanza guardi le stelle,
Che tremano d'amore e di speranza!

Ma il mio mistero Ŕ chiuso in me,
Il nome mio nessun saprÓ!
No, no, sulla tua bocca lo dir˛,
Quando la luce splenderÓ!

Ed il mio bacio scioglierÓ.
Il silenzio che ti fa mio!

        [Choir:]
        Il nome suo nessun saprÓ!
        E noi dovrem ahimŔ morir, morir!

Dilegua o notte!
Tramontate, stelle!
Tramontate, stelle!
All' alba vincer˛!
Vincer˛! Vincer˛! 


 

 
Sarah Brightman

No-one shall sleep!
No-one shall sleep!
You too, oh Prince,
In your cold room, watch the stars
Trembling with love and hope!

But my secret lies hidden within me,
No-one shall discover my name!
Oh no, I will only reveal it on your lips
When daylight shines forth!

And my kiss shall break
The silence that makes you mine!

        [Choir:]
        No-one shall discover her name!
        And we will, alas, have to die, to die!

Depart, oh night!
Set, you stars!
Set, you stars!
At dawn I shall win!
I shall win! I shall win! 


 

 
 
 
 
 
 

 

Words from Self Reliance

A foolish consistency is the hobgoblin of little minds, adored by little statesmen and philosophers and divines. With consistency a great soul has simply nothing to do. He may as well concern himself with his shadow on the wall. Speak what you think now in hard words, and to-morrow speak what to-morrow thinks in hard words again, though it contradict every thing you said to-day. - 'Ah, so you shall be sure to be misunderstood.' - Is it so bad, then, to be misunderstood? Pythagoras was misunderstood, and Socrates, and Jesus, and Luther, and Copernicus, and Galileo, and Newton, and every pure and wise spirit that ever took flesh. To be great is to be misunderstood.

This is the ultimate fact which we so quickly reach on this, as on every topic, the resolution of all into the ever-blessed ONE. Self-existence is the attribute of the Supreme Cause, and it constitutes the measure of good by the degree in which it enters into all lower forms. All things real are so by so much virtue as they contain. Commerce, husbandry, hunting, whaling, war, eloquence, personal weight, are somewhat, and engage my respect as examples of its presence and impure action. I see the same law working in nature for conservation and growth. Power is in nature the essential measure of right. Nature suffers nothing to remain in her kingdoms which cannot help itself. The genesis and maturation of a planet, its poise and orbit, the bended tree recovering itself from the strong wind, the vital resources of every animal and vegetable, are demonstrations of the self-sufficing, and therefore self-relying soul.
 
So use all that is called Fortune. Most men gamble with her, and gain all, and lose all, as her wheel rolls. But do thou leave as unlawful these winnings, and deal with Cause and Effect, the chancellors of God. In the Will work and acquire, and thou hast chained the wheel of Chance, and shalt sit hereafter out of fear from her rotations. A political victory, a rise of rents, the recovery of your sick, or the return of your absent friend, or some other favorable event, raises your spirits, and you think good days are preparing for you. Do not believe it. Nothing can bring you peace but yourself. Nothing can bring you peace but the triumph of principles.
 
   
 
Ralph Waldo Emerson
Ralph Waldo Emerson 
 

 
 
 
 
 
 

 

Two Opera Stars

Sarah Brightman
Luciano Pavarotti

Nessun dorma!
Nessun dorma!
Tu pure, o Principe,
Nella tua fredda stanza guardi le stelle,
Che tremano d'amore e di speranza!

Ma il mio mistero Ŕ chiuso in me,
Il nome mio nessun saprÓ!
No, no, sulla tua bocca lo dir˛,
Quando la luce splenderÓ!


Ed il mio bacio scioglierÓ.
Il silenzio che ti fa mio!


        [Choir:]
        Il nome suo nessun saprÓ!
        E noi dovrem ahimŔ morir, morir!


Dilegua o notte!
Tramontate, stelle!
Tramontate, stelle!
All' alba vincer˛!
Vincer˛! Vincer˛!


 

 
Sarah Brightman

No-one shall sleep!
No-one shall sleep!
You too, oh Prince,
In your cold room, watch the stars
Trembling with love and hope!


But my secret lies hidden within me,
No-one shall discover my name!
Oh no, I will only reveal it on your lips
When daylight shines forth!


And my kiss shall break
The silence that makes you mine!


        [Choir:]
        No-one shall discover her name!
        And we will, alas, have to die, to die!


Depart, oh night!
Set, you stars!
Set, you stars!
At dawn I shall win!
I shall win! I shall win!


 


 
 

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