Beatitudes as a poem

Beatitudes

Blessed are you who live in a world of anxiety,
You shall speak of hope.

Blessed are you who rely less on formal religion,
You shall perceive the sacredness of ordinary life.

Bless are you who perceive "the silent sigh",
You shall speak for others.

Blessed are you who have resources, experience and confidence,
You shall empower others.

Blessed are you who have been hurt by the church,
YOu shall tend the wounded.

Blessed are you who let go of the old answers,
You are free to ask "What if...?"

Blessed are you who are open to covenant,
God shall walk with you.

Andrea Dean
Canberra, Australian Capital Territory
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Jackfruit Butter Cake (Buah Nanga)

When we were given a Jackfruit, my maid told me there are two types of Jackfruits and in Indonesia, they called them as:

Nanga Susu - soft and a lot of liquid
Nanga Belanda - crunchy and hard, less liquid

Nanga Belanda is easier to handle in baking, the dicing of the flesh is easier.

When you bake this cake, the aroma in the house is absolutely wonderful. The smell is even has a sweet taste to it and it has this buttery frangrance in it. As a butter cake, its very flavourful and you can reduce the sugar due to the sweetnes in the fruit.


Ingredient A
5 Eggs White medium size
150 gm Sugar

Ingredient B
5 Egg Yolks medium size
220 gm Butter

220 gm Plain Flour Sieved
1 tsp Baking Powder
1/4 tsp Soda Bicarbonate
30 gm Fresh Milk
80-100 gm Jackfruit diced

Method

1. Blend Egg white and sugar till soft peak.
2. Blend Butter, Egg Yolks till even. Add in Ingredient A, add Flour, milk. Lastly add diced Jackfruits.

Bake 180 C 45 minutes

Note :- 2 Portions can make 3 loaves tins.

Other versions of Recipes :-

1. http://www.smithaskitchen.com/jackfruit-cake/
2. http://www.goaholidayhomes.com/recipes/recipe-353-jackfruit-cake.html
3. http://artfulfood.blogspot.my/2011/07/jackfruit-chiffon-cake.html

Wallace and his money stories

Wallace and his money stories

Of the four children, Wallace, the second in the family, has a special affair with money. Its probably due to the fact that he is more interested in money affairs since young. Here are stories about Wallace and his moneys during the early school days.

It took dad a long time to decide that both Wallace, 7 years old,  and his elder brother Elliot, 9 years old, can handle money well and entrusted them some pocket moneys to be spent  at school or to be saved up in the camel “piggy” banks they each have.

Elliot being older was much more prudent with money, he ate the food taken from home and he saved up, sometimes, all of it in the camel bank. Wallace was much younger and he spent it all almost everyday. However, he always has a good reason why he did not save or save so little like twenty cents.

Story #1 

One day, Wallace came back and told mum that he did try to save but fail, here’s why.

“I almost saved thirty cents today but my friend Alex tricked me of the last thirty cents I have”, complained a very upset Wallace.

“I see, how did it happen ?”, asked mum.

“You see, during recess time, I just asked Alex how much would a pack of “Mamee” dry noodles cost. He answered me its thirty cents and he ran away. He came back with a pack of Mamee and put into my pocket and asked me to pay him thrity cents.”, Wallace described in great length.

“Perhaps, you indicated that you wish to eat Mamee?”, asked mum.

“No, I didn’t,” answered Wallace.

“Or may be you looked hungry and he felt you needed food?”, asked mum again.

“No, I just had my meehon by then.”, answered Wallace.

“Did you ask him to buy for you ? Otherwise, you do not need to pay him.”, suggested Elliot.

“Of course, not. You see mummy, that’s why I do not save any cent today.”, concluded Wallace.

“You and your money stories !”, mum exclaimed.

Story #2 

Another day, Wallace came back with one Pizza bun in his hand, waving proudly.

“Do you see this Pizza bun, mummy ?”, asked Wallace enthusiastically.

“Yes, what about it ?”, replied mum.

“Well, this is the strangest thing of all. I saw my friend holding this Pizza bun, and I asked him how much it costs. He told me its one Ringgit and then he offered to sell it to me. So, I accepted and paid him one Ringgit. The strange thing is after he received my money, he gave me the Pizza and returned two Ringgits to me ! So, I have two Ringgits after I bought the Pizza, and I spent one Ringgit with mee and save the other one Ringgit !”, explained Wallace.

“That’s impossible ! How did he calculate ?”, exclaimed mum.

“Are you sure you did not take it from him ?”, questioned mum.

“No, really no, I did not do such things. The thing is, he is quite a rich boy, I figure and he just decides to give me two Ringgits. He is also my best friend in school !”, replied Wallace, trying to explain his way out.

“Are you saying that your friend is paying you one Ringgit to eat that Pizza bun ? Perhaps its poisonous !”, exclaimed Elliot.

“Of course, not, don’t be silly.”, answered Wallace.

“You and your money stories !”, mum and Elliot both exclaimed together.