Continue adding additional passes of Peanut Butter onto that first slice of bread until you’ve covered the entire slice with a nice even layer of Peanut Butter. Step 3: Layering the Jelly If you have a second knife, use it to scoop out a dollop of jam, or if you only have one knife, give it a rinse so that any peanut butter residue left on the knife doesn’t get deposited in the jar of Jam. Now, similarly as the action performed to spread the peanut butter, place the knife with the jam on it above the second slice of bread, the one without any peanut butter on it. Start at one edge of the slice and gently draw the jam across the slice of bread, leaving a ⅛” layer of jam. Repeat with as may dollops of jam as
Bake the sea bass in the oven until the coconut is golden and the fish flakes easily when pressed lightly, for 15 minutes total. Serve with lime wedges. Ginger Salmon Burgers Phase 1 Serves 4/ Prep time: 10 minutes, plus 1 hour to chill/ Cook time: 10 minutes Friday night dinners in the 1970s often featured soggy, tasteless fish burgers that were drenched in ketchup to make them palatable. If you stay away from fish burgers because of bad memories, these moist flavorful patties will be a wonderful surprise. The fresh chopped salmon is the ingredient that makes the difference and elevates these burgers to a fine dining level.
Sprinkle over cheddar cheese and allow to melt. 6. Transfer to the plate and serve. Tomato basil crostini Elegant breakfast with
butter •1 c. cheddar cheese Utensils: •oven (you'll need help from your adult assistant) •1½-quart casserole dish •mixing spoon Directions: 1.Heat oven to 450°F (232°C). 2.In ungreased casserole dish, stir potatoes and sauce mix, water, heavy cream, butter, and cheese. 3.Bake uncovered for about 20 minutes or until top is light golden brown and potatoes are tender. 4.Remove from
The rustling of leaves calms my nerves as I lay with my eyes shut on the leather couch, even the occasional thunder strikes didn’t frighten me. I could hear a trickle of rain beginning calming me even further. Moreover, I was looking forward to the weekend; sunshine is to begin. There is an abandoned amusement park a couple miles down the street from me, I am curious to explore it for a couple of hours while my parents leave for work. During my thought, the rain grew louder and I could hear the heavy pouring on my roof.
Fun day with friends Early morning sun peeking through the windows. There was a pit in my stomach filled with anxiousness, but I was ready to have fun. I got dressed in a hurry and ran down the steps and into the car. Driving to my friend's house felt like a century. I hopped out of the car and walked up the narrow cold cement steps.
I hear the overly enthusiastic voice of the tour guide mention something about the history of the forest and I’m brought back to the prickly seat of the bus and the chill of the air vent next to me. The bus swerves on the dark dirt road and I catch a glimpse over the cliff we ride on, my heart stopping in its tracks. The tour guide continues switching between lengthy factoids and brief, casual conversations with the people in the first few rows. I watch my sister’s fall onto my dad’s lap as she commences her pre-walk power nap. I look back outside as just as the bas stops and I lurch forward in my seat.
I was sitting in the passenger seat of our sparkling white, 2010 Impala. The sky was blue, the clouds were fluffy, and the sun was glistening; it was a beautiful Sunday afternoon. A dance practice had been scheduled early in the afternoon, leading us to the studio a few miles North. Everything seemed perfect in a sense. My mom continued in driving us down the left lane of the highway.
Waiting for the school bus with me was a giant funny girl with a big round face called Kathleen, a happy boy who could not hear called Jerome, a sad girl who talked about her heart called Sarah, and a tall boy who is older than us and loved to frown called Arnell. The school bus always traveled into town center in streets that went back and forth and on roads that went high and low through the base of the mountains outside town. In the school bus on our way home, I would look down and enjoy the sight of busy people in town center and the beautiful trees of the mountains. But sometimes on our way home, other students in the school bus would like me to do other things. After we left school on our way home, Kathleen would kiss the cheeks of Jerome, Sarah, Arnell, and me.