Oat cookies! Ru + Eng

Доброе утро!

Всем давно известно, что завтрак - это самый важный прием пищи за день. Мамы очень любят напоминать об этом детям, пытаясь убедить их съесть ложечку овсянки. Дети выросли, а овсянка осталась такой же полезной. Однако, если с возрастом любви к ней так и не прибавилось (как в моем случае), хочу порекомендовать вам отличный рецепт овсяного печенья, с которого я начала свой сегодняшний день! :) Рецепт очень быстрый, вкусный и, что самое главное, полезный!

Источник

Овсяное Печенье с Медом и Апельсином
(Oat cookies with Honey and Orange)

Для этого вам понадобится:

Сливочное масло - 50г.

Мед - 2 ст. ложки
Сахар - 2 ст. ложки

Мука - 1 ст. ложка

Цедра апельсина

Апельсиновый ликер / экстракт - 2 ст. ложки

Овсяные Хлопья - 250 мл. (~80 г.)
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Butter - 50g.
Honey - 2 tablespoons
Sugar - 2 tablespoons
Flour - 1 tablespoon
Orange zest
Orange liquer / extract - 2 tablespoons
Oat flakes - 250 ml. (~80 g.)

Как видите, этот рецепт довольно диетический - в нем достаточно мало масла, и совсем нету яиц. :)

(This recipe is quite dietetic, as you can see. It includes only a bit of butter and no eggs at all.)

Slowly by Slowly

Happiness takes no account of time... But longing takes your every minute.

Slowly by Slowly

Slowly by slowly...

Cherry leaves fall on the ground, 

Tenderly touching the sleeves.

My heart invisibly grieves

For those, who melt in the Spring.

Do you think this solar ring

Could be the last source of life,

Turning their fall to a strife?

Slowly by slowly...

Minutes without you fall down,

Pricking the whispering shade.

Leaves of my longing will fade,

Melting away in the Spring.

Do you think your silver ring

Could be the last source of life,

Turning my fall to a strife?

(c) I.T.

P.S. I'm not sad! I was really inspired by the poetry of Izumi-Shikibu! :)

Dare To Be Inspired

What inspires you?

I think that inspiration has its paradox - it's so difficult to find or retrieve your muse, even though the sources from which you can absorb it are unlimited.

As for me, people themselves are a perfect wellspring for inspiration. It's amazing how you can get an emotional picture from the intriguing glance of a random passer, or a motivational basis to create and improve from other people's aspirations. Even if you spend your day away from town, you can find human's features even among the natural environment. It's amazing how you can feel the tenderness of your beloved one in the petals of wild flowers.

The more you get know a person, the bigger coil you weave from his/her thoughts, aspirations and emotions - both given by you and to you. As the result, you get what you were looking for - an infinite thread of inspiration.

And for that, I'm very grateful to you, my dear D.!

Dare

Don't you dare... To swallow sands of time,
To dissolve in ashes of your grime.
Nights are sheen... As bright as your tiara,
When you fly with snows over Sahara.


Nights are sheen in palm Madagascar,
You can wish upon a shooting star.
Don't you dare to fall with stars to firth - 
You're the milky way over the Earth!

(c) I.T.

Spring air!

~Completely upon

The iris on the eaves

Vacantly I

Rest my thoughts, then the sound alone

Is on my hanging sleeves.~

(c) Izumi-Shikibu

The calendrical Spring has come! This exact Spring, which soared in the air of city parks whole February. The Spring, that permeates my dresses with fresh scent and my thoughts with great inspiration. The Spring, that brings powerful thunderstorms, but always leaves the pure air and allows us to take a deep breath... Actually, this is this Spring, who is breathing with each fiber of the heart, thus blooming deep inside the soul. This Spring remains in every day of mine, every thought of mine and every meeting of us.

Spring is a new alive not only for nature, but it also gives people a chance to blossom with our best fruits! Purify your soul and don't miss this chance!

Our Garden

- "Do you know, where are they flying -

Birds, which come back in the springtime?"

- "Maybe, they're looking for heaven?..."

Buds on the trees slowly harden,

You try to help me and hearten,

Watering seeds of the smooth thyme.

But I can't answer it, pardon -

I'm busy with our spring garden!

for D.

(c) I.T.