I usually make a fat free chocolate parfait in a size of a cup. I add a vitatop with a sugar free chocolate pudding. Its sooo tasty and addictive! its something light that i like to nibble on while watching tv, and when i nibble in it it’ll last for an hour or 2. it’s the size of a small glass of water. i enjoy watching tv before bed and sometimes i like to get something really light before bed and under 200 calories like the one’s in 200 under 200 hungry girl cookbook. I loooooved this chocolate and i started eating light for dinner just to eat that before bed.So is it ok to eat a vitatop which is high in fiber and protein and low in fat mixed with sugar free fat free chocolate pudding ? it adds up to 150 calories only because i only put like half of the pudding with the vitatop.http://yfrog.com/h7e7phj this is the photo on twitter

How many calories am i allowed to have immediately before bed that wont make me bloat or be fat ??

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I’m looking for a cookbook I loved using, but my mom ended up giving away by mistake. I don’t remember the name, but I do remember it was a rather large hardcover edition, with a bright red cover (committing the bookstore customer sin here, I know). I believe there were two authors/editors, and the book covered six different foreign cuisines: Mexican, Spanish, French, German, Polish, and Chinese. Each recipe had a beautiful full page photograph on the right with a little blurb about the traditions that came with each recipe on the left, along with the recipe. Each cuisine was also introduced with a page explaining the region’s culinary history. I know this is quite a long shot, I just wanted to cover all possible bases, so if anyone can shed some light on which book this is or how I might go about finding it would be awesome!

I’ve been writing for a long time, and I came across this. I usually respond to other poets, but I thought I would take this and see what other people thought. For casual perusers, what do you think? If you want to think more into it, do you think the extended metaphor carriers through, or is it broken? How is it discontinuous, and what would you do? THANKS!

curried parsnip á-la-mode
you’ve been sleeping with a toad
take a whiff: you need a rinse
ten bucks the toad was not a prince

toad, or goblin: there is no crown
you are a vendor in a town
what, really, did you expect
this silly animal to project:

a life of luxury, to live in style?
a bejeweled husband in the bed?
turn out the lights, and think a while:
is your cookbook worth its bread?

what might you serve, instead,
to turn a toad into a mouse?
or, a man who could fund a house?
it does not matter how incred-

electric lights, no fumes of kerosene
if only before, in a dream,
could you have danced before dusk:
all such fancies that were repressed.

feed the toad a cricket stew, and ween
it off the roots and cream,
and, from out of its green husk,
a dark hot slimy, barely dressed

creature from beneath — go back!
you say — i never wanted you!
but, my darling, light me up –
here, she grabs for her lantern

and shines it in his face, one a kitten
would not embrace; anew,
you would judge me for what i lack;
but, i will keep you just the same

i will drink you from a cup,
if by dusk you are not smitten
with the most famous prince of all –
here, he puts her in a sack

she rolls into a pathetic ball,
and he grabs her by the head.
your face! so many others are more tame!
you will like me; your heart will burn

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so i had this dream that begins in the cab of a semi truck.. so me and my 2 roommates are stuffed in this cab, following other semi trucks with no cargo. the other cabs had other people from my college in them.. for whatever reason we were traveling across dry deserted land.. suddenly we stop and there’s this rest station.. i enter the men’s restroom at the rest stop and instead of it being a regular public restroom it’s like a men’s locker room illuminated with red light and a bunch of naked men walking around and the further i walk in, the deeper i proceed into a dark, red illuminated maze of men’s showers.. i start panicking and i fall to the wet floor and i cant recover to my feet so im forced to scurry along the shower on my knees.. eventually i get so good at sliding and gliding that it’s like im iceskating on my knees on miles and miles of wet shower tile floor.. i finally find the exit and i think to myself ‘damn, what time am i supposed to meet everyone back at the pickup trucks" so i pull out my phone to check the time and all the characters on the keypad are in some different language and on the screen is a video playing of my lesbian friend and partner making love.. also, the screen illuminated in red WHICH IS VERY WIERD.. i start walking up this hill right next to the exit from which i came, assuming it’d lead me to the area where the trucks are parked.. it did but the trucks are gone and so are my roommates and all the other people that go to my college that were in the other trucks but there’s an old wooden house (like an old western saloon) on the porch are 3 girls i recognize from church during my childhood years.. so i start having small talk with them and joint appears in one of the girls mouth WHICH WAS ALSO WIERD.. we did finish the joint but i didn’t feel hi or anything.. after that i dont remember any transition i just remember sitting at a dining room table with maya angelou and the 3 girls, eating fruit cocktail out of golden goblets that were shaped like swans.. one of the girls says "i dont eat this kind of food" maya angelou opens up this green cookbook that my mom also owns since i was little.. she points out to the girl that there are different types of food and that she must try them because the girl needs new adventure and experience in her life.. THE END!! wtf? what’s this mean?

…What is the best paper to use. For cost, my ink jet printer will have to do.
I would like to buy 11 x 8.5 already cut to 5.5 x 8.5. Where can I purchase it. I know ink jet printing will run if gotten wet but I’m not making enough of them to send it out to publish and laser printers are too expensive to buy for this small project. What is the best weight paper to use considering my printing options. In my vast collection of cookbooks I see all weights but they are all professionally published and not with an ink jet printer. I just want to document the family recipes and add pictures, more like a scrapbook and about 85 to 100 pages. Maybe a semi glossy light weight paper?
Any ideas for my project?
Thanks,
Rayleen

It’s quite short, barely two pages in 12 point font and double spaced.
Now I have this assignment to make a magical realism story for my English class. I chose to make mine about killer onions. :3 Okaay here’s the first part of it.

Killer Onions

She stood there with a slight frown. How could she pull this off? It can’t be too obvious; bullet or blade would not be satisfactory. She needed something new. Something different. Something creative. Yes, that was it. Something rare, creative, but simple. She knew exactly what she would do.
Rachel made her way out of the overly large kitchen of hers and down the wooden steps. They creaked loudly as she went even though her feet barely touched the old steps. She turned right at the foot of the stairs and hurried over to an old wooden door. She took out a ring of keys and found the one that matched. It was a dull silver with an extravagant top. Rachel stuck the key in the lock and the wooden door slowly opened. She reached for the string that turned on the light and tugged on it gently. She could now see into the dusty storage room under the stairs filled with recipes and hundred-year-old cookbooks. She made her way into the deepest part of the room by lifting her feet high enough to avoid the boxes of books and such. She ran her fingers across the many titles of the tearing books trying to find the right one. At last, she had found it; How To Make Vegetables Fit For Enemies. She blew the sheet of dust off of it and opened it up. A cloud of dust billowed out, and made Rachel cough violently. She clambered out of the small room and shut the door, checking twice to make sure she locked it. If someone found their way in and saw all of her special cookbooks, she would be in an extremely uncomfortable and bad situation.
She rushed back upstairs.
“Think, Rachel, think,” she muttered to herself. “What does she like? What simple, seemingly harmless vegetable does she adore?”
Then it hit her. Onions. Emi just loved them to death, even if she was very sensitive to them. Even if she was rooms away, her eyes would tear up and sting a bit. Rachel, however, was basically immune to them. She smiled a rather devious smile. This would work out perfectly.

CON/CRIT please! tell me how i can improve. thanks so much:)
x

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curried parsnip á-la-mode
you’ve been sleeping with a toad
take a whiff: you need a rinse
ten bucks the toad was not a prince

toad, or goblin: there is no crown
you are a vendor in a town
what, really, did you expect
this silly animal to project:

a life of luxury, to live in style?
a bejeweled husband in the bed?
turn out the lights, and think a while:
is your cookbook worth its bread?

what might you serve, instead,
to turn a toad into a mouse?
or, a man who could fund a house?
it does not matter how incred-

electric lights, no fumes of kerosene
if only before, in a dream,
could you have danced before dusk:
all such fancies that were repressed.

feed the toad a cricket stew, and ween
it off the roots and cream,
and, from out of its green husk,
a dark hot slimy, barely dressed

creature from beneath — go back!
you say — i never wanted you!
but, my darling, light me up –
here, she grabs for her lantern

and shines it in his face, one a kitten
would not embrace; anew,
you would judge me for what i lack;
but, i will keep you just the same

i will drink you from a cup,
if by dusk you are not smitten
with the most famous prince of all –
here, he puts her in a sack

she rolls into a pathetic ball,
and he grabs her by the head.
your face! so many others are more tame!
you will like me; your heart will burn

curried parsnip á-la-mode
you’ve been sleeping with a toad
take a whiff: you need a rinse
ten bucks the toad was not a prince

toad, or goblin: there is no crown
you are a vendor in a town
what, really, did you expect
this silly animal to project:

a life of luxury, to live in style?
a bejeweled husband in the bed?
turn out the lights, and think a while:
is your cookbook worth its bread?

what might you serve, instead,
to turn a toad into a mouse?
or, a man who could fund a house?
it does not matter how incred-

electric lights, no fumes of kerosene
if only before, in a dream,
could you have danced before dusk:
all such fancies that were repressed.

feed the toad a cricket stew, and ween
it off the roots and cream,
and, from out of its green husk,
a dark hot slimy, barely dressed

creature from beneath — go back!
you say — i never wanted you!
but, my darling, light me up –
here, she grabs for her lantern

and shines it in his face, one a kitten
would not embrace; anew,
you would judge me for what i lack;
but, i will keep you just the same

i will drink you from a cup,
if by dusk you are not smitten
with the most famous prince of all –
here, he puts her in a sack

she rolls into a pathetic ball,
and he grabs her by the head.
your face! so many others are more tame!
you will like me; your heart will burn

curried parsnip á-la-mode
you’ve been sleeping with a toad
take a whiff: you need a rinse
ten bucks the toad was not a prince

toad, or goblin: there is no crown
you are a vendor in a town
what, really, did you expect
this silly animal to project:

a life of luxury, to live in style?
a bejeweled husband in the bed?
turn out the lights, and think a while:
is your cookbook worth its bread?

what might you serve, instead,
to turn a toad into a mouse?
or, a man who could fund a house?
it does not matter how incred-

electric lights, no fumes of kerosene
if only before, in a dream,
could you have danced before dusk:
all such fancies that were repressed.

feed the toad a cricket stew, and ween
it off the roots and cream,
and, from out of its green husk,
a dark hot slimy, barely dressed

creature from beneath — go back!
you say — i never wanted you!
but, my darling, light me up –
here, she grabs for her lantern

and shines it in his face, one a kitten
would not embrace; anew,
you would judge me for what i lack;
but, i will keep you just the same

i will drink you from a cup,
if by dusk you are not smitten
with the most famous prince of all –
here, he puts her in a sack

she rolls into a pathetic ball,
and he grabs her by the head.
your face! so many others are more tame!
you will like me; your heart will burn

The Bible does NOT claim that it is a science book. What it does tell us is; God’s plan of redemption, how He has interacted with humanity and Christian living. Nothing more.

A basic rule of interpreting any text, is to do so in light of what the text claims of itself.

When Christ began His ministry He preached first "repent for the Kingdom of Heaven is at hand." Matt. 4:17, this is supported by Mark 1:15. Not one single solitary mention of the dynamics of creation, biology, chemistry, mathematics, or any other modern science.

Friends the Bible, "The Bible tells us how to go to heaven, not how the heavens go." Galileo. "The universe has been wrought for us by a supremely good and orderly Creator," Copernicus. "The Spirit of God who spoke through [the Biblical writers] did not choose to teach about the heavens to men, as it was of no use for salvation," Augustine.

I enjoy Clive Cusslers adventure novel, but I wouldn’t grab one if I wanted a reciepe for apple pie, I’d get a cookbook