RECIPE 🌺

Mmmmmm. Who’s a parmigiana fan? This Eggplant Parmigiana is a warm and satisfying meal for when the temperature drops. What’s your secret to the perfect parma?

Method:
1. Béchamel sauce: Melt butter in a saucepan over medium heat until hot. Add flour saucepan and cook, stirring constantly, for 2 minutes or until mixture bubbles. Remove from heat. Slowly add milk, whisking constantly. Return pan to medium heat. Cook, stirring with a wooden spoon, for 8 minutes or until sauce comes to the boil. Remove from heat. Add cheese. Stir until melted. Cover surface with plastic wrap.
2. Combine flour and SAXA Pink Himalayan Salt Flakes and SAXA Four Seasons Pepper Grinder on a large plate. Lightly whisk eggs and 2 tablespoons cold water in a separate shallow dish. Place breadcrumbs in another shallow dish.
3. Lightly coat each slice of eggplant in seasoned flour, shaking off excess. Dip in egg mixture, then breadcrumbs, pressing crumbs on with your fingertips to secure.
4. Pour oil into a large saucepan until one-third full. Heat over medium-high heat until hot. Cook eggplant, in batches, for 2 minutes each side or until golden. Transfer to a baking tray.
5. Preheat oven to 200°C. Grease a 6cm deep, 18cm x 24cm (base) ovenproof dish. Line base with eggplant slices, overlapping slightly. Spoon over 1/2 cup pasta sauce. Repeat eggplant and pasta sauce layers 2 more times.
6. Top with Béchamel sauce. Sprinkle with cheese. Bake for 20 minutes or until cheese is golden. Stand for 5 minutes

Preparation time: 30 minutes
Cook time: 1 hour
Serves: 4

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“Diary of a Madman” beginnings, this is, as best I can recall, how the journal starts:

Go in the direction of your greatest happiness. (This is referencing the EFT Tapping procedure I was experimenting with at the time!) (1) AIM AT THE TRANCE; (2) TAP IT OUT TO WHERE THE MEMORY (ROOT) CHANGES. (This is a basic suggested sequence!) YOU ARE – THEY ARE . . . YOU LOVE ______ . . . YOU’RE JUST LIKE ______ . . . THEY’RE HERE NOW . . . GIVE WORST SCENARIO . . . PLAY “IT” OUT . . . SAY WHAT HAD BEEN SAID TO THEM . . . SAY/FEEL THE WORST . . . SAY WHAT THEY THINK THE WORLD’S SAYING ABOUT THEM (HOW DO YOU KNOW?) (CAN YOU MAKE IT COME BACK?) IF YOU STILL HAVE EMOTIONS, KEEP TAPPIN’ UNTIL YOU HAVE PEACE

EDITOR: DAZZLED
LATER ON, AUTHORS WILL THROW AROUND EFT
AND THE HISTORY BEHIND EFT – TAPPING.

“Has worked for others on the black days to find their way BACK from Broken Soul.

“Diary of a Madman” beginnings, this is, as best I can recall, how the journal starts:

The Private Journal of *”Diary of a Madman.”

Begins as BROKEN SOUL emerges from the back hole of hell, from a terrifying Journey of a man we will call “The Private Journey of a Self-Professed ” Madman “.

Some aspects of this Journal will shock you. Some will have been on this journey and found the peace finally and leave the guilt in the past where it belongs.

Most will know someone whom never returned from Hell.

The Private Journals of a Madman are ©®™

What you read over the months in Dazzle explores many surprising twists and turns you may not see coming.

The author who wrote these Journals about his life with fantastic insight to the Human Brains dark side of his life. Perhaps you may find something in these Journals to ponder.

Perhaps you may be able to find way to survive his hell to help your loved one

I pray no one has this journey in life.

INNER PEACE ❤

SHE🎀

“The successful warrior is the average man, with laser-like focus.”

The heart of a woman goes forth with the dawn,
As a lone bird, soft winging, so restlessly on,
Afar o’er life’s turrets and vales does it roam
In the wake of those echoes the heart calls home
The heart of a woman falls back with the night,
And enters some alien cage in its plight,
And tries to forget it has dreamed of the stars
While it breaks, breaks, breaks on the sheltering bars

Boys will be Boys😁

MAGIC SPELLS👹

“A WOMAN’S PREROGATIVE!”💜

“A WOMAN’S PREROGATIVE!” April 22, 2018 Sunday morn!

“Yes! (pause)

I’ll-ALWAYS-love-you, and I’m your protector,

BUT!-at-my-core –

I’M HANNIBAL LECTER!”

So, if I must “bleed” you – or pick at your mind,

It-is never pers’nal –

I will STAY BEHIND!

’Cause-I’M-YOUR-”SUBMISSIVE,”

BUT PUNISHER TOO,

DON’T-CRI-TI-CIZE-HONEY!

If you only knew,

HOW MUCH THAT THIS HURTS ME,

I’ve waited FOR YOU –

‘Cause-you-need-to-be-PUNISHed,

My sweet, sinful Boo!

Don’t struggle or scream – just keep things inside,

And I’ll take you, Honey – on-a

Magical Ride,

Over the Moon – and into the mire –

I’LL HAVE YOU PLEADING –

DOWN TO THE WIRE,

Because

I AM Lecter, but also your Ma!

With something quite special:

My name’s also SAW!

fin. ❤

Watch “Don P. – AA Speaker – “The Topic of Fear and Relationships”” on YouTube

“LABELS KEEP ME SOBER!” a poem. a.k.a.: “Whatever Works IS Super! So, WORK THE PROGRAM; Don’t Be A Pooper!!” 🙂 April 22, 2018 – SUN day …

“I’m a DRUNK – and everybody HERE is a drunk!”

I like IT! ADMITTING I’M A DRUNK! You, Punk! 🙂

And, if you’re not a drunk, GO AWAY!

This-is-for-drunks! EVERY DAY!

We meet AND REINFORCE,

That we are drunk, of course!

ONCE A DRUNK, ALWAYS A DRUNK –

And AA’s GOOD, YOU BIG, OL HUNK!

You never get better – Can’t drink NO MORE,

I’m-a-drunk; (I) have been, for a score(?)

(I) got my SCORE PIN!! I’m so proud,

I SHOUT IT OUT, SHOUT IT OUT, LOUD:

‘Cause, I’M NOT – an “I-can-hold-my-liquor” person,

And I’ve ALSO stopped most-o-my-cursin’ !

I cursed a lot when I was drinking,

I AM A DRUNK – AND I’M S T I L L STINKING!!

IF I DRINK – well, I (just) CAN’T DO IT!

(’CAUSE) I’M-A-DRUNK – I won’t (never) get a round tuit!

NOW –

A man walked in the other day,

He walked right in – to OUR AA,

And he sat down – SAID-HE-WAS-A-DRUNK,

(and) WE CLAPPED AND CHEERED FOR WHAT HE THUNK!

THEN!!!

He said: “I’m-also-a(n)-I-CAN-HOLD-MY-LIQUOR-GUY!”

We said: “No, no, now – don’t you lie!”

“I’m BOTH,” He said; “and neither at all!!” 🙂

And some of our group began to “ball!”

WE THREW HIM OUT – FOR BLASPHEMY,

FOR KIDDIN’-WITH-DRUNKS-YOU-AND-ME –

That DRUNK! Thinkin’ he’s a(n) I-CAN-HOLD-MY-LIQUOR-GUY!

(laughter from “the members”)

THEN HE FLEW!

INTO THE SKY!!

🙂 – “That drunk! A flying drunk!”

fin. ❤

“You just can’t trust FLYING DRUNKS! I refuse to have them in the house! UNLESS, of course, it’s a tree house!” The Mystic Poet.