Brownie Recipe

On Mama's blog she posted her brownie recipe. My recipe won 2nd Place at our church Brownie Bake-off













and Reserve Champion at the country fair.












Andie's Mint Brownies


4oz baker's chocolate, coarsely chopped
1 cup butter, softened
2 cups sugar
4 eggs
1 cup all-purpose flour
1 tsp vanilla extract
1 ½ cups Andes mints baking chips
Microwave baker's chocolate in microwave-safe bowl at MEDIUM (50 % power)1 ½ Min., stirring at 30 Sec. intervals until melted. Stir smooth.
Beat butter and sugar at MEDIUM speed with an electric mixer until light and fluffy. Add eggs, 1 at a time, beating just until blended. Add melted chocolate, beating just until blended. Add flour, beating at low speed just until blended. Stir in vanilla and Andes mints. Line 9x13 pan with foil. Spray with cooking spray.
Spread batter in pan. Bake at 350 for 35-40 Min. or until center is set. Cool completely.

Enjoy : )

Lioness

"Ungion Fowler"

New poem

Hands 1/08/07

Good hands, bad hands.
Hands that are cheap,
Hands that speak.
Hands that clap,
Hands that slap.
Hands that help,
Hands that care only for themselves.
Some good, some bad,
But the best are the hands of the SAVIOR.



Ok so it don't completely rhyme, but it was written in the spur of a moment

Da last one

LETTERS 9-2006

Has anyone else noted,
That everyone likes letters.
But noone likes to write them,
And says "I won't, they better".

under this poem in my book I have a comic strip like thing,
there's stik mans office with a note pined to the wall that says "everyone likes letters" and then stik man thinking "maybe I'll write a letter." then he sits down at his desk and thinks "what am I going to write?" and then saying out loud "I won't, they better". I don't have any more YET, But don't worry I'll write more.

:)

I don't know if mama has told you, But I like poetry, I write it to, And everyone has asked me to post them. So I'm a gona' post 'em! But first! How I became interested in poetry. As I recall it was one afternoon in 2005 we were watching "reading rainbow" and it was about...Um...What WAS it about? Anyway I tried and tried to think of a poem. Then one day I was sitting at the "desk" in our bedroom looking out the window at the sunflowers we had planted (that's probably the only thing we planted from seed or otherwise that matter that did not die. But then we found out that we had planted them in the wrong place). And, somehow and I don't know how, but I wrote down on the paper on the paper. And then I was on a ROLL, and by the end of the day I had written 3 poems. Now I will publish them for the first time!!!!!!

PIXIE DUST 8/9/05

Pixie dust and faries wings,
these are little girls dreams.
Swords clang and dragons flare,
little boys dreams are everywhere.

yah not so good but I got others.
And now the one that started it ALL.

THE (or my) WINDOW 8/9/05

the window is a place, where I can sit and think,
where I watch the birds sing,
where I can listen to the wind blow through the window

A SONG (who knows when I wrote this one)

life is a song ment to be sung,
by all the little ones.
but some are quite and some are loud,
but all of them sing.

even when babes aren't born yet, there heart starts beating when they are something like three weeks old IN THE WOMB!

Well I will write more later have GOT TO GO TO BED!ZZZZZZZZZZ.
BBFN

tatter tot when he was half asleep in the morning " Hedo didda cadapida"