raquel torres, pinterest 011720

 she played vera marcal in the movie duck soup with the marx brothers

susan holmes, when supermodels ruled the earth 051121

never heard of her, but damn! she's good looking.

debbie harry 1970s and earlier, 051121

 eyebrows, nose, mouth, hair

pretty girl, pirate's cove, 051121

 pretty eyebrows, nose, mouth, long straight hair

pretty, long dark hair 050621

 pretty...high cut one-piece...long dark hair...from pirate's cove, 050621

pirotess record of lodoss war, 050521

 Pirotess...lovely...left upper quadrant...

carole munro, 1970s and earlier

 Carole Munro...

coles phillips illustrations, 050121

 i'd slide the bodice off her tits...pin her arms under her sleeves...cup her breasts in my palms...tease her nipples under my thumbs...sniff her hair at the nape of her neck...bite her bare shoulders...i'd slowly tug her sleeves down...she'd sit perfectly still, hardly breathing...i'd close my hands around her breasts...her eyes would half close

wanda ventham, pirate's cove 043021

My teenage years

 

Morgan Fairchild, Pirate's Cove 042921

 Fluffy hair...

dilbert humor

 

Recipe of the Week: Harriet’s Banana Cake

 The following recipe for Banana Cake was sent to us by SurvivalBlog reader Harriet, who posts savingfoodforeating, on Instagram.

INGREDIENTS

• 1 ½ cups mashed bananas (about 3 really ripe bananas)
• 3 cups flour
• 1 tsp baking powder
• 1 tsp baking soda
• ½ tsp cinnamon
• ½ tsp. salt
• ¾ cup butter, softened
• 1 cup sugar
• ½ cup brown sugar, packed
• 3 eggs
• 2 tsp. vanilla
• ½ c. buttermilk (milk with a splash of vinegar)

DIRECTIONS

1. Preheat the oven to 350 degrees
2. Cream butter, sugars and eggs
3. Add mashed bananas and vanilla
4. Mix the flour, baking powder, baking soda, cinnamon and salt
5. Alternate the buttermilk with the flour mixture
6. Pour into an oiled 13 x 9 pan
7. Bake for 45-50 minutes at 350 degrees
8. Test for doneness with a toothpick or knife
9. Frost with cream cheese frosting or a dusting of confectioner’s sugar

Hint: If I’m not frosting this cake, I’ll often make it in loaf pans and add more cinnamon

ALTERNATIVES FOR STORAGE FOODS

How to make this recipe from your pantry:

1. Rehydrate dehydrated banana chips that you’ve made. I don’t know if store-bought banana chips would work. I tend to think not.
2. Make your own baking powder from 2 parts Cream of Tartar to 1 part baking soda
3. Use powdered butter or light-colored lard
4. Use dehydrated eggs or egg substitute
5. Make your own buttermilk using milk + vinegar, rehydrated milk + vinegar, canned milk or water + vinegar

test post 042521

 can i save art?

lament for icarus, Herbert James Draper 

Test post 042321

 This photo is from Pirate's Cove, dated 042221.

William Shakespeare - The Tempest, Act IV, Scene 1

William Shakespeare, 1564 - 1616

Prospero speaks to Ferdinand and Miranda

You do look, my son, in a moved sort,
As if you were dismay’d: be cheerful, sir.
Our revels now are ended. These our actors,
As I foretold you, were all spirits and
Are melted into air, into thin air:
And, like the baseless fabric of this vision,
The cloud-capp’d towers, the gorgeous palaces,
The solemn temples, the great globe itself,
Ye all which it inherit, shall dissolve
And, like this insubstantial pageant faded,
Leave not a rack behind. We are such stuff
As dreams are made on, and our little life
Is rounded with a sleep. Sir, I am vex’d;
Bear with my weakness; my, brain is troubled:
Be not disturb’d with my infirmity:
If you be pleased, retire into my cell
And there repose: a turn or two I’ll walk,
To still my beating mind.

Saturday Poetry - Percy Bysshe Shelley

Amid the desolation of a city,
Which was the cradle, and is now the grave
Of an extinguished people,—so that Pity

Weeps o’er the shipwrecks of Oblivion’s wave,
There stands the Tower of Famine. It is built
Upon some prison-homes, whose dwellers rave

For bread, and gold, and blood: Pain, linked to Guilt,
Agitates the light flame of their hours,
Until its vital oil is spent or spilt.

There stands the pile, a tower amid the towers 
And sacred domes; each marble-ribbed roof,
The brazen-gated temples, and the bowers

Of solitary wealth,--the tempest-proof
Pavilions of the dark Italian air,--
Are by its presence dimmed--they stand aloof, 

And are withdrawn—so that the world is bare;
As if a spectre wrapped in shapeless terror
Amid a company of ladies fair

Should glide and glow, till it became a mirror
Of all their beauty, and their hair and hue,
The life of their sweet eyes, with all its error,
Should be absorbed, till they to marble grew. 

Saturday Poetry - The Sweet Hussy, Thomas Hardy

In his early days he was quite surprised
 When she told him she was compromised
 By meetings and lingerings at his whim,
 And thinking not of herself but him;
 While she lifted orbs aggrieved and round
 That scandal should so soon abound,
 (As she had raised them to nine or ten
 Of antecedent nice young men):
 And in remorse he thought with a sigh,
 How good she is, and how bad am I! -
 It was years before he understood
 That she was the wicked one - he the good.

Saturday Poetry - The Road Not Taken, Robert Frost

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
 To where it bent in the undergrowth;
 Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim
 Because it was grassy and wanted wear,
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
 And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
 Yet knowing how way leads on to way
I doubted if I should ever come back.

 I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I,
 I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

Saturday Poetry - On A Vulgar Error, C.S. Lewis

C. S. Lewis


On A Vulgar Error

No. It's an impudent falsehood. Men did not
Invariably think the newer way Prosaic
mad, inelegant, or what not.

Was the first pointed arch esteemed a blot
Upon the church? Did anybody say How
modern and how ugly? They did not.

Plate-armour, or windows glazed, or verse fire-hot
With rhymes from France, or spices from Cathay,
Were these at first a horror? They were not.

If, then, our present arts, laws, houses, food
All set us hankering after yesterday,
Need this be only an archaising mood?

Why, any man whose purse has been let blood
By sharpers, when he finds all drained away
Must compare how he stands with how he stood.

If a quack doctor's breezy ineptitude
Has cost me a leg, must I forget straightway
All that I can't do now, all that I could?

So, when our guides unanimously decry
The backward glance, I think we can guess why.

Miss World 2010

The 60th Miss World pageant was held on October 30, 2010, in Sanya, People's Republic of China, after Vietnam backed out of the hosting contract. Kaiane Aldorino of Gibraltar crowned her successor

Alexandria Mills from United States as Miss World 2010. Nice..

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