Summer Veggie and Juice Soup

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This delicious summer veggie and juice soup is perfect for a late summer picnic or dinner party out on the deck, when the evenings are starting to grow cool. Your options for veggies are as varied as your imagination; you can add or delete ingredients to suit your preferences. You can also exchange the shrimp for fish or scallops or you can use turkey meatballs, grilled chicken, or ground beef.

Ingredients:

1 Lb small to medium cooked Shrimp – Tail Off
1 Tsp Olive Oil
1 cup Red Onion – Diced
1 Red Bell Pepper – seeded and chopped into bite sized pieces
1 Orange Bell Pepper – seeded and chopped into bite sized pieces
1 small Yellow Squash – chopped into bite sized pieces
1 small Zucchini – chopped into bite sized pieces
2 tsp fresh chopped garlic
1 Tbs Lime Juice
1 46oz container Veggie Cocktail Juice
1 15oz can Cannellini Beans
1 14oz can petite diced tomatoes
1 12 oz pkg frozen shoe-peg corn
2 cups gold potatoes, chopped into bite sized pieces
4 large carrots, chopped into bite sized pieces
2 cups of Orange Carrot Juice Cocktail
2-4 TBS Ground Cumin – To Taste
2-$ TBS Ground Turmeric – To Taste.
1/4 cup chopped fresh parsley
1/4 cup chopped fresh cilantro

Directions:

Chop Vegetables and set aside.

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In a Large Sauce pot over medium heat, cook onions, garlic, carrots, peppers, squash and zucchini in olive oil until crisp tender, stirring occasionally.

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Stir in veggie juice, as well as the beans, potatoes, tomatoes, corn, lime juice, cumin, turmeric. Add 1-2 cups water or veggie stock to thin soup as desired. Cover, Bring soup up to a simmer (do not boil!) and let simmer 20-30 minutes until vegetables are tender, stirring occasionally.

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Add Shrimp, orange carrot juice, and fresh herbs. Simmer 5-10 minutes until shrimp are hot.

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Serve shaved cheese and/or with Hot Sauce for a Spicy Kick.

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~Morgan~

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Curious to know if you might enjoy Dark Fey? Here’s a Chapter Excerpt to pique your interest :

She recognized her folly immediately. In striving to protect the child, she had unwittingly sacrificed herself. In the darkness of the hall as he dragged her unfalteringly toward the only room in her home containing a mirror, she recalled the dire and dreadful warnings given to all young fey as they entered youth. A mirror never stood in a sleeping chamber for a mirror could never be left in darkness. Should a Dark One cross over, he would open the portal the mirror provided and summon his legion. Then they would cross in untold numbers visiting such vile acts of upon the young fey as could never be named. They would only return into their own realm when the first light of the sun crossed the horizon, leaving ruination and despair in their wake and, oftentimes, death.

“No!” She shrieked in absolute horror, straining against his grasp, leaning away from him, scratching at his hand, beating her wings with every ounce of strength she possessed, but her resistance seemed more an inconvenience to him than a problem. Tugging her along behind him, he strode purposefully into her boudoir, her private chamber of preparation, and turned toward the mirror. Raising his free hand toward the reflecting glass, he arched his wings as if setting himself against a foe and closed his eyes, beginning an incantation that was not spoken in the Dlalth tongue, but in a language she did not immediately recognize.

Where were all the spells of protection she had learned as a child? How could she have forgotten after repeating them, literally, thousands of times until she was weary of speaking? Her mind spun, her terror choked her, her breath came in ragged gasps, she shook like a willow in a November wind, but she could still hear him speaking in the mysterious language and, in spite of her fear, she could not prevent the shred of curiosity that made her pause and glance up at him. She realized in that brief moment of clarity that his hand around her wrist was not an iron of restriction, clamped around her like a manacle. In fact, astonishingly, he was not hurting her at all.

The mirror creaked like ice shifting on a frozen river, the sound making her tremble more fiercely. He was opening the portal. Desperation inundated her like a spring flood and she pulled against his restraining grasp more vehemently, but he did not even turn his head. Hauling her up against his side, he crossed his arm over her shoulders and pinned her against him, turning the edge of one broad wing toward her furious thrashings to threaten any further resistance with a glinting, ten-inch spine.

Suddenly, her training returned to her and words of protection filled her mind. She gasped them out in haste, but her voice was little more than a choked squeak. Regardless of the weakness in her chanting however, his reaction was instantaneous. Pausing in his invocation, he turned his head to look down at her with obvious irritation, pressed the cruel barb on his wing to the soft skin under her chin and raised his hand from her shoulder to cover her mouth. There was nothing more she could do to protect herself. She had been defeated in her first and only battle. She knew she was utterly lost.

Turning back to the mirror, he began again, the unrecognizable words ringing in her ears like chimes spinning her senses. She was falling under his spell. She was unable to struggle, unable to speak her own protection, unable to do anything other than listen as he opened the portal and wrought her destruction. Yet even in her panic-stricken state, she could not prevent her overly inquisitive mind from lucidly noting that his hand, pressed over her mouth, was not hurting her. He did not bruise her lips under the ferocity of his contact; he did not wrench her head backward with cruel disregard; he did not restrict her breathing. He was simply thwarting her ability to speak.

Why was he being so shockingly careful about not hurting her? Why had he permitted her to protect Roshwyn with Light as well as spell? Why had he pulled the nursery door closed quietly before proceeding to drag her down the hallway toward the mirror? She could not comprehend his entirely incongruous behavior. Moreover, she had always been told The Reviled were cold-blooded, heartless creatures; that the touch of a Dark Fey was icy as death itself, yet, pressed up against him as she was his surprising warmth was undeniable.

The mirror creaked more loudly, drawing her back to the horror of her present situation and, with these calamitous musings confusing her thoughts, she strained to see around his vast pinions and broad shoulders to watch the mirror with morbid curiosity.

Tiny shards like crystalline ice were stretching across the reflective pane, each splinter a minuscule prism that reflected any spark of light in the room, even the ineffectual glimmer of her diminishing aura and his ethereal, dark crimson glow. With each word he spoke, the crystals increased, growing in number, dimension and intensity until they spread across the glass like frost on a winter window. Scraping and creaking like snow scrunching underfoot on the coldest day, the shards in the mirror began to reflect their own luminosity and as he continued to speak the luster of the mirror intensified.

Then the mirror resounded with a deafening crack and she flinched abruptly away, a sharp cry escaping her muffled mouth. Even the Dark One recoiled from the force of the sound and fell silent. Petrified, she squeezed her eyes tightly closed and held her breath. He had opened the portal; his kind would soon rush in and then she would pray for death long before it would come. In her terror, she could not breathe, blackness swirled at the edges of her mind, and her knees grew weak. Almost imperceptibly, she began to collapse, sliding down the length of his strong frame with no measure of power left within her to break her fall.

Without a sound, the Dark One turned his head to look down at her and released her. He did not drop her or throw her to the floor like a worn out plaything; he took her by the shoulder and by the hand and lowered her to the floor at his feet. Her thoughts swirled at this additional peculiarity and, before she lost herself to fear completely and was swallowed up by blackness, she opened her eyes to peer up at him wanly, utterly bewildered.

The room was bathed in Light! The mirror was intact, not lying in a multitude of shattered pieces on the floor as she had expected, and, somehow, it stood aglow with radiant, incandescent Light that sparkled and reflected in its own shimmering! Blinking woozily in the brilliance, she gazed up at him and drew a deep breath.

What had he done?

~Morgan~

Sticky Bun French Toast

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This sinfully delicious breakfast treat makes use of the odd sticky bun that invariably go stale before you eat the entire package.

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Start by making your typical French Toast egg mixture, using 1 egg, 1/2 cup milk (or Almondmilk), a generous sprinkle of cinnamon, and a TBSP of maple syrup. Whisk to combine.

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Next slice just the very bottom of the sticky bun off using a sharp, serrated knife.

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Soak bun in egg mixture for a minute or two. Be sure to turn the bun on its sides as well to get the french toast mixture on all edges.

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Place in a non-stick pan with 2 TBSP melted butter that is simmering on med-low heat. Once you place the buns in the pan do not move them, as this will only cause them to break.

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after a minute or three, place an additional TBSP butter into the pan and roll pan to allow butter to reach all sides of the buns. You can also place a small dab or butter on top of each bun. Drizzle buns with KARO Dark Corn Syrup to taste (I usually use at least a TBSP or 2). Cook for another minute or two until the bun is soft and heated through.

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Enjoy with a hot cup of tea!

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~Morgan~

Spectacle of Heaven

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Spectacle of Heaven

“The Cosmos is all that is or was or ever will be. Our feeblest contemplations of the Cosmos stir us — there is a tingling in the spine, a catch in the voice, a faint sensation, as if a distant memory, of falling from a height. We know we are approaching the greatest of mysteries.”
― Carl Sagan

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Infinite Splendor

In Majestic Miniature,

Breathless Wonder

Of Love, Ever Sure,

Delicate Harmony

In Fleeting Serenity,

Spectacle of Heaven

Abiding in Me.

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“The nitrogen in our DNA, the calcium in our teeth, the iron in our blood, the carbon in our apple pies were made in the interiors of collapsing stars. We are made of starstuff.”
― Carl Sagan

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Beautiful Artwork found at: beforeitsnews.com and bt-images.net

He Sleeps

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He sleeps

He Sleeps

In Stillness, Like a Dream Breathing;

Captivating my Every Sense with Beauty,

like the Stars of Night,

He Sleeps;

Angel motionless Upon a pillow,

So Enchanting, I dare not close my eyes

Lest I miss one Single Moment while

He Sleeps.

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Beautiful Original Artwork By: moonglowlilly at Deviantart.com

Reserved For You

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Dark Alley

When all the world is closing in and fear and doubt hang like rhapsody in enigmatic terror, life becomes a whirlwind that can easily lead you, twisting and turning, down the wrong alleyways; stumbling into darkness even before realizing. Labyrinth of confusion; darkness leading into darkness, grasping and pulling at your legs, tripping you, entwining you, making you stumble, making you fall. Uncertainty follows close on confusion’s heels, making each step more baffling than the last, as you try to see in the dimness, seeking a way out, but paradoxical conundrum leads down unfamiliar avenues and before you realize your mistake, you find yourself entirely lost.

Alone in the murk of restive passages and upon unhallowed ground, you creep in bitter incongruity; as the enemy closes in on all sides, taunting. Two choices face you blatantly: Hide yourself in the unsavory undergrowth or call out to Me. Villains clamor on both sides, seeking exploitation of rash imprudence, derision sharp and caustic, yet tempting intrepidity calls from the shadowy wilderness, harkening to your brazen boldness until you follow.

Lavish wonders, full of blasphemy; delicious alchemy, wrought with irreverence, toying with your immortal spirit, tattering robes of golden silk spun for you alone as Hades breathes contagion. Willing transgression, mortal suffering breeds contempt and blame, worse than any torture, more bitter than arsenic. Worthless, reckless, piteous fool; unfit, ungrateful, and filled with greed, O listen not to your own accusing! Filled with deceit your condemnation is, standing against My every desire to Draw you close, to Lift you up out of the pit of despair into which you’ve fallen, blocking every Loving Blessing I long with all My Heart to Bestow.

Turn not aside from Me in sorrow or in guilt. Look not into the darkness seeking sanctuary when I stand waiting, Arms Outstretched, to Hold you, to Heal you, to Restore you. This may blighted perplexity seem to tarnished thought and clouded sight; yet in your sorrow, lift your head and see Me standing ever near. No change required; no costly alteration needed; no sacrifice too vast to bear, for I have already Given All that is necessary.

All I ask of you is this: Love Me. Trust Me. Walk with Me one single mile and Let Me show you all the Blessings and Bounty I hold reserved for you alone.

Streaming Morning Light

~Morgan~
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Dark Alley Photograph found at: http://www.jenningsbigay.com
Streaming Light Photograph found at: http://www.raysmarketplace.com

Friday Fantasy – Throne and Crown

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Throne and Crown

‘Bide the Hour when Crimson Fades,

Beguiled in Gilded, Russet tones,

Where All the Gentry stoop in Reverence,

While Autumn Ascends her Jocund Throne.

Golden Auburn her Silken hair,

Royal Red her Velvet Gown,

Abundance from her Smile, Gleaming,

When Autumn Wears her Radiant Crown.

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Beautiful Original Artwork by: Howard David Johnson

Friday Fantasy – Wonder of Bright Flame

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Wonder of Bright Flame

Wonder of Bright Flame

Splendor Winging from my hand

Mystery of Olde

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Beautiful artwork found at: bublushka.tumblr

Friday Fantasy – Blushing Splendor

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Blushing Splendor

In the Dappled Light of Ruddy Autumn,

Rich in Russet, Red and Gold,

The Queen of the Harvest Gently Rides,

Transforming the Verdant wold.

With Gilded Glory Strewn from her hand

To Kiss the Apple, Sweet and Tender;

Summer’s Endeavor Now Unfolds,

All the Season’s Blushing Splendor.

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Beautiful Original Artwork by: Howard David Johnson

Friday Fantasy – September Melodies

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September Melodies

September Melodies are Gently Gleaming,
In Resplendent Slants of Shimmering Light,
Through Silken Tapestries of tiny souls, Weaving,
By Diamondesque water’s ‘plashing sight.
Delving into the Realms of Wonder,
Where Honeyed wine Tempts Rosy Lips,
Dappled sunlight spilling over,
While Artist Paints and Poet Quips.
Beyond the Summer’s Hazy Glower,
Before Bleak Winter’s Frozen Grasp,
Autumn in Majesty Flowers;
And Smiles Warmly, while my hand she Clasps.

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Beautiful Original Artwork by: Ruth Sanderson

Gentle Grace

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Blooming garden

Gentle Grace of

Time and Place,

Stirring the Seasons

without Motive or Reason;

Blessing Spilling from

a Heart that’s Filling,

With the Gentle Grace

Of This Sweet Time and Place.

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~Morgan~
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Beautiful Artwork found on Pinterest. Credit Acknowledged to the Original Artist.

Summer Daze

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Summer Warmth in comforting Swelter

Hugs my Heart with Sweetest Contentment

As the maddening rush Transforms

in the Haze.

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Beautiful Original Artwork by Marjolein Bastin

Summer

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Summer Whispers of Warm Sunny Days,

In Lazy Afternoons and Twittering Friends

That Gather for a Festive Meal,

And Sing Before Twilight.

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Beautiful Original Artwork by Marjolein Bastin

All That Is

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All that Is

All that is Beautiful rushes in synchronicity to You;

All that is Wondrous, encircles You as Divinity;

All that is Marvelous Kneels before You in Awe;

All that is Splendid Reveals Your Grace and Glory.

Magnify my Love, That I should Ever Seek You;

Touch my Heart with Blessing I may Share;

Spill over from my Heart with Words Unending,

That All my Love should Ever Praise You.

~Morgan~

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Beautiful Image Found on Pinterest.com. Although I do not know who the original artist is, I give credit here for their breathtaking work.

Wordless Wednesday – Silver Breathing

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Beautiful Photographs found on Pinterest. Credit Acknowledged to the Original Photographers for their Stunning Work.

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