There's the flaxen-haired doll that is lovely to see And really expensively dressed, Left alone, all uncared for, and strange though it be, She likes her rag dolly the best. Poem myself by edgar guest house. Unimportant Differences. Here we can talk of ourselves an' be frank, Forgettin' position an' station an' rank. There's the flaxen-haired doll, with the real human hair, There's the Teddy Bear left all alone, There's the automobile at the foot of the stair, And there is her toy telephone; We thought they were fine, but a little child's eyes Look deeper than ours to find charm, And now she's in bed, and the rag dolly lies Snuggled close on her little white arm. But if that little bunch of mine Is richer by some toy or frill, I'll face the world and never whine Because I lack a dollar bill.
"What of Abe Lincoln? " There is no manner of tomorrow, nor shape of today. Who never ran away from school, To seek the swimming hole; Or slyly from a neighbor's yard Green apples never stole. She still is Sue, but not the same— She's different since the baby came. Poem by edgar guest. And yet I gladly stand the strain, And count the task worth while, Nor will I dismally complain While Buddy wears a smile. Petunias and pansies and larkspurs are there Proclaiming their love for the old-fashioned pair. Or put up shelves or fix the floor, an' mother doesn't care. However, if you provide access to or distribute copies of a Project Gutenberg-tm work in a format other than "Plain Vanilla ASCII" or other format used in the official version posted on the official Project Gutenberg-tm web site (), you must, at no additional cost, fee or expense to the user, provide a copy, a means of exporting a copy, or a means of obtaining a copy upon request, of the work in its original "Plain Vanilla ASCII" or other form. How fast the hours would fly— It seemed before we'd settled down 'twas time to say good-bye. Do not copy, display, perform, distribute or redistribute this electronic work, or any part of this electronic work, without prominently displaying the sentence set forth in paragraph 1.
You may boast your shining silver, and the linen and the flowers, And the music and the laughter and the lights that hang in showers; You may have your cafe table with its brilliant array, But it doesn't charm yours truly when I'm on my homeward way; For a greater joy awaits me, as I hunger for a bite— Just the joy of pantry-prowling in the middle of the night. Oh, the world is unfair! A wondrous change has taken place, A softer beauty marks her face An' in the warmth of her caress There seems the touch of holiness, An' all the charms her mother knew Have blossomed once again in Sue. Bigger than daddy And bigger than mother; Only a laddie, But bigger than brother. Albert Einstein Quotes. He's forty past, but he declared That he was young as ever; And in his youth, he said, he was A baseball player clever. It may be I'm old-fashioned, but it seems to me to-day We're too much bent on having fun to take the time to pray; Each little family grows up with fashions of its own; It lives within a world itself and wants to be alone. Home by edgar guest poem. It's that rascal called Bud. You cannot have the joys of work And take the comfort of a shirk. To the youngsters in the city. At heart he is just as he used to be and he longs for his friends of old, But they never will venture unbidden there.
Any alternate format must include the full Project Gutenberg-tm License as specified in paragraph 1. I have shivered as he shivered, I have dried the way he dried, I've stood naked in God's sunshine with my garments at my side; And I thought as I beheld him, of the many weary men Who would like to go in swimming as a little boy again. I know that I am doing wrong, Yet all my sense of honor flies, The moment that you come along And bribe me with those wondrous eyes. The roads of happiness are not The selfish roads of pleasure seeking, Where cheeks are flushed with haste and hot And none has time for kindly speaking. And he who has oppression felt and conquered it is he Who really knows the happiness and peace of being free. Oh, I don't know how to say it, but somehow it seems to me That at Christmas man is almost what God sent him here to be. I take my little Bible down And read its pages o'er, And when I part from it I find I'm stronger than before. And I know that I've disturbed her by my overeager tread, But I've found a glass of jelly and some bread and butter, too, And a bit of cold fried chicken and I answer: "When I'm through! " And mother said I mustn't get You roller skates, yet here they are; I haven't dared to tell her yet; Some time, she says, I'll go too far. And I am not alone in this. And I take her up in my arms and kiss The new little wounds and whisper this: "Oh, you must be careful, my little one, You mustn't get hurt while your daddy's gone, For every cut with its ache and smart Leaves another bruise on your daddy's heart. "
An' though they dwell in many places, We think we're talkin' to their faces; An' that keeps us from only seein' The faults in any human bein', An' checks our tongues when they'd go trailin' Into the mire of mortal failin'. If I have traded coin for things They needed and have left them glad, Then being broke no sorrow brings— I've done my best with what I had. We're strange folks here. How glad it seemed When as a boy I sat and dreamed Above my school books, of the fun That I should claim when toil was done; And, Oh, how oft my youthful eye Went wandering with the patch of sky That drifted by the window panes O'er pleasant fields and dusty lanes, Where I would race and romp and shout The very moment school was out.
I do not do my best because It gets me favors or applause— I work for him, but I can see That actually I work for me. In these few days She's changed completely, an' her smile Has taken on the mother-style. One that all the rest is worth Is Ma. And that was after I'd been told You'd had enough, you saucy miss; You tempted me, you five-year-old, And bribed me with a hug and kiss. Back to me there came the pictures that I never shall forget When I dared not travel homewards if my shock of hair was wet, When I did my brief undressing under fine and friendly trees In the days before convention rigged us up in b. v. d's. Of hope in the future Of heaven the goal; The songs of rejoicin' That strengthen the soul. Into the crucible, stirred by the years, Go all our hopes and misgivings and fears; Glad days and sad days, our pleasures and pains, Worries and comforts, our losses and gains. The nation should be run; He tells us children every day.
He stood alone, undaunted, with his little head erect; He would rather take the jeering than to lose his self-respect. World-wide the little fellows Now are sweetly saying "please, " And "thank you, " and "excuse me, " And those little pleasantries That good children are supposed to When there's company to hear; And it's just as plain as can be That the Christmas time is near. That the strange friend is the true friend, and they travel far astray they waste their lives in striving for a joy that's far away, But the gladdest sort of people, when the busy day is done, Are the brothers and the sisters who together share their fun. The Pup He tore the curtains yesterday, And scratched the paper on the wall; Ma's rubbers, too, have gone astray— She says she left them in the hall; He tugged the table cloth and broke A fancy saucer and a cup; Though Bud and I think it a joke Ma scolds a lot about the pup.
Among the living I can feel The sweet departed spirits steal, And whether it be weal or woe, I walk with those I used to know. To do my best and play my part, American in mind and heart; To serve the flag and bravely stand To guard the glory of my land; To be American in deed: God grant me strength to keep this creed! I used to dread my daily chore, I used to think it tough When mother at the kitchen door Said I'd not chopped enough. I'm off my task myself a bit, My mind has run astray; I think, perhaps, I should have writ These verses—yesterday. The only happy time of rest is that which follows strife And sees some contribution made unto the joy of life. When they roused me from my slumbers and I left to do the chores, It wasn't long before I breathed a fragrance out of doors That seemed to grip my spirit, and to thrill my body through, For the spice of hunger tingled, and 'twas then I plainly knew That the gnawing at my stomach would be quickly satisfied By a plate of country sausage that my dear old mother fried. Have you ever issued commands to you To quit the things that you like to do, And then, when tempted and sorely swayed, Those rigid orders have you obeyed? Creating the works from public domain print editions means that no one owns a United States copyright in these works, so the Foundation (and you! )
Yet, who is it makes all our toiling worth while? Who sighs because he thinks that he Would infinitely happier he, If he could be like you or me? Little soldiers, single file, Uniformed in grin and smile, Conquer every foe they meet Up and down the gentle street. Let us give up our whining and wailing Because of the bruises that maim, And battle the chances of failing As being a part of the game. Along a stream that raced and ran Through tangled trees and over stones, That long had heard the pipes o' Pan And shared the joys that nature owns, I met a fellow fisherman, Who greeted me in cheerful tones.
Nobody feels that he's welcome now, though the house is ablaze with lights. But I must wash an' wash an' wash while everybody knows. Then when we get back home my ma Says: "You are spoiling Buddy, Pa. " My grandpa is my mother's pa, I guess that's what all grandpas are. If certain folks that I know well Should come to me their woes to tell I'd read the sorrow in their faces And I could analyze their cases. He's raving, boys, again! " But humble stars and posies Still do their best, although They're planets not, nor roses, To cheer the world below. I wonder sometimes if we had A little girl or little lad, If life with all its fret and fuss Would then seem so monotonous? " It comes down to simple math. It's wonderful, the goodness of the little tots to-day, When they know that good old Santa has begun to pack his sleigh.
I think it needless to explain She scolds a lot about the pup. And remembering the shingle That aside I always threw, All I hope is that he'll let them Put it over on him, too. Unless to-morrow means that we Shall do some needed service here; That tasks are waiting you and me That will be lost, save we appear; Then why this dreadful thought of sorrow That we may never see to-morrow? There isn't much fun spending coin on myself For neckties and up-to-date lids, But there's pleasure tenfold, in the silver and gold I part with for things for the kids. To stand for truth and honest toil, To till my little patch of soil, And keep in mind the debt I owe To them who died that I might know My country, prosperous and free, And passed this heritage to me. She apologized then for the home she was in, For the state of the rugs and the chairs, For the children who made such a horrible din, And then for the squeak in the stairs. Already have an account? An inspiring video of his life can also be viewed along with a superb collection of artifacts demonstrating his achievements. Oh, little girl, when you older grow, Far greater hurts than these you'll know; Greater bruises will bring your tears, Around the bend of the lane of years, But come to your daddy with them at night And he'll do his best to make all things right. It's "be a good boy, Willie, " And it's "run away and play, For Santa Claus is coming With his reindeer and his sleigh. " Who can cure every ache that we know, by his smile? I hold no dream of fortune vast, Nor seek undying fame. I have answered the telephone thousands of times for messages both good and bad; I've received the reports of most horrible crimes, and news that was cheerful or sad; I've been telephoned this and been telephoned that, a joke, or an errand to run; I've been called to the phone for the idlest of chat, when there was much work to be done; But never before have I realized quite the thrill of a message, forsooth, Till over the wire came these words that I write, "The baby, my dear, has a tooth.
He threw into the bleachers twice, He let a pop fly fall; Oh, we were all ashamed of him, When father played baseball. Is there faith in the figures I seize? From one big thought I'm never free: That every day I work for me. " Forgot your password?
For the frosting: 16 Tbs. Finish the top layer with swirls of frosting. There's enough frosting to fill the layers and cover the sides and top of the cake, but each layer is covered generously, so generously that when the next layer goes on the frosting ripples out around the edges. The BEST Carrot Cake Recipe. You have a few options for dehydrating them. These carrot ruffles can be stored in an airtight container for up to a month and refreshed in a low oven again if needed.
For the cake: Position the racks to divide the oven into thirds and preheat the oven to 325 degrees. If you don't have a microwave, lay the slices out on a dehydrator tray and dry at 150 degrees for about 4 hours or until the edges curl up and are completely dry. It was when I worked at Lafayette that I first subbed out some of the white flour for whole wheat, and the result stood proud on the bakery counter as a hearty muffin topped with rolled oats. Carefully peel the carrots, keeping the tops intact. Step 14: Once the cake is chilled and feeling a little more sturdy, top it with the remainder of the icing, and swirl and swoosh until the cake is fully covered. Step 8: Divide the batter evenly between the two pans. This classic carrot cake recipe is not overly spicy, and it has texture from the grated carrots, shredded coconut, chopped nuts and raisins. Dina Ávila is a photographer in Portland, Oregon. 1 tablespoon (20 grams) sorghum syrup (or golden syrup or honey). Recipe adapted from Favorite Cakes: Showstopping Recipes for Every Occasion (Weldon Owen, 2017). Storing: Covered the cake will keep at room temperature for 2 to 3 days. Moist Spiced Carrot Cake (with cream cheese frosting). Step 9: Bake the cakes for 50 to 55 minutes, or until a cake tester comes out clean and the cake bounces back when gently pressed.
This whole-wheat ratio moved with me down to Atlanta, where the cake debuted as my own version of the classic hummingbird, all chunky and yummy with roasted pineapple and Georgia pecans folded through the batter. ½ cup (125g) unsweetened applesauce or crushed pineapple. Step 7: Remove the bowl from the mixer and use the rubber spatula to scrape and fold the batter from the bottom of the bowl to really make sure the batter is cohesive. Finally, add the sorghum and vanilla and mix just to incorporate. Cook at half-power for 2 minutes, then continue in 30-second bursts until they've shrunk into little ruffled bits. Dust with flour, then tap out any excess. If you've added coconut to the frosting, use half of coconut frosting to generously cover the first layer. ¾ cup (180mL) canola or vegetable oil. 1 stick (8 tablespoons) unsalted butter, at room temperature. Keywords: carrot cake, spiced carrot cake, cream cheese frosting. In the bowl of a stand mixer fitted with the paddle attachment, beat together the eggs, sugar, oil, buttermilk and vanilla on low speed until smooth, about 1 minute.
Europeans go crazy for carrot cake—especially the French. Gently press the carrots onto the top of the cake in varying heights. She lives in Atlanta. ¼ cup (50g) granulated sugar. ½ cup moist, plump raisins (dark or golden) or dried cranberries. The cake is best served in thick slices at room temperature and, while it's good plain, it's better with whipped cream, vanilla ice cream or even some lemon curd with a little whipped cream folded in. To make the frosting, in the bowl of a stand mixer fitted with the paddle attachment, beat the butter on medium speed until smooth, about 1 minute. Step 6: Add the carrots and mix again until the mixture is fully homogenous, 30 to 40 seconds. At Aureole, my first gig as a pastry chef, a pan-fried version of the recipe was featured on the dessert menu with red grape sorbet — and, knowing me back then, probably some quark cheese squiggles and, er, micro carrot tops? Just do your best to end up with 4 similarly thick layers of cake. Add the grated carrots into the wet ingredients and mix until well combined.
In a large bowl, sift together the flour, baking soda, salt, cinnamon, ginger, nutmeg and cloves. You can even hold the cakes in the fridge overnight if you're not up to doing the full baking/assemblage in one shot. Translation: a goodly amount. Grease three 9-inch (23-cm) round cake pans, line the bottoms of the pans with parchment paper, then grease the parchment. Ingredients: For the dehydrated carrot garnish: 1 medium carrot. That being said: hate the recipe, not the carrot cake.
¾ cup (170 grams) butter, super soft. TRUST the black pepper—it adds the perfect amount of warmth to the cake. 1 pound (3¾ cups) confectioners' sugar. Repeat with the remaining cake layers, including the top layer. The best carrot cakes surprise you.
Place the softened cream cheese, powdered sugar, and salt in the bowl of a stand mixer fitted with the paddle attachment. Jen Yee is the executive pastry chef for the Hopkins and Company restaurant group, including its provisions shop, the Buttery ATL. Increase the speed to high, add the cream and beat until combined, 30 to 45 seconds. Serving: The cake can be served as soon as the frosting is set. Bake the cakes for 40 to 50 minutes, rotating the pans top to bottom and front to back at the midway point. 185 g) crushed pineapple, drained.