I’m keeping it short and simple.
Today, Tuesday June 16, 2020 all three titles are FREE.
So, do as the title suggests – click the icon(s), download the book, and read.
It really is that simple.
Happy reading!
The Secret Life of Almond Flour
“To see the world, things dangerous to come to, to see behind walls, draw closer, to find each other and to feel. That is the purpose of life.”
Recently, I watched, or re-watched, The Secret Life of Walter Mitty. It’s quite the lovely movie based on an interesting, and equally lovely tale. Through the years though, poor Mr. Mitty has been subjected to numerous psycho analysis. Fortunately, Walter had no idea what was going on. He’s a fictional character.
James Thurber – v- Ben Stiller –
The short story was published in The New Yorker March 18, 1939. During weekly errands with his wife, Mitty daydreams about his Secret Life. By doing so, he escapes the vague reality of those tasks and his mundane existence.
The movie adaptation was released December 25, 2013. Stiller directed and starred as the title character. In the beginning, Mitty has his share of daydreaming adventures. Then, the movie deviates from the book. Rather than wallowing in his self-inflicted imprisonment, Stiller’s Mitty actually starts living a Life larger than any daydream he could’ve ever imagined. It’s quite inspiring.
side note: In 1947, the first film adaption was released. Yes, it was true to the book. However, it was no where near as complete and entertaining as the 2013 version.
Walter Mitty was on to something –
A well directed, vivid imagination holds immense power and unlimited potential. So, how’s that for a sentence, eh?! I’m kinda proud of it. More importantly, it’s, like, so true. Every positive thinking concept from Norman Vincent Peale to that whole ‘send it out to the Universe” shit emphasizes the importance of visualization. Unfortunately, Mr. Mitty’s was … misdirected, lacking in both power and potential. But, there is a positive here. In some twisted way, daydream believing served it’s purpose, allowing Walter to cope with his reality.
Clementine Cake –
Finally, the reason for the inclusion of Almond Flour. No, it didn’t need to be capitalized, but it has a purpose. (pause) Just not one that’s ‘all-purpose’ like its unbleached white flour counterpart.
http://www.feastofstarlight.com/recipe/the-secret-life-of-walter-mitty-clementine-cake/
Clementine cake was the key that unlocked the door leading to the film adaption character’s no longer secret life. The main ingredient that defined his purpose. (puns so intended). It was the favorite cake his mother made for him every birthday. Apparently, his wish for adventure came true.
side note: There is no standard conversion when substituting almond flour for regular flour. Though, altering the recipe might be necessary. Almond flour typically requires more egg or binding agent.
Look into the sun as the new days rise.
The word quintessence is originated form Latin, which means Quinta Essentia (Fifth Essence). Hence Quintessence of Life means the fifth essence of life. According to the western philosophy, the circle of life comprises of four essences: air, fire, water and earth. Air, represents the movement.
You know, there had to be a vocabulary lesson in this Random Nonsense somewhere. It’s all about the quintessence, baby. Well that, and a really cool closing musical video.
Merry Spring!?
Frankincense has been wallowing in the depths of DRAFT despair for some time. Honestly, I was saving it for a possible December post. Considering the topic, that would be very timely. I am NOT a Wise Man, though. I have no idea what myrrh is – even after a quick. unfocused search. And, Gold … . Well, that would so really come in handy right now. I’m not a total lost cause. I didn’t need to look to the stars for direction on the benefits of frankincense.
Hmm, ... . That was a poor attempt for a quick witted transitional opener, eh?!
Sorry.
Recently, I woke up one lovely Spring morning and it was 27 degrees, the wind was 35 miles an hour, and the four letter word that provokes many other four letter words, especially in April, covered the ground! Yeah, … .
I’ve mentioned numerous times before about how my timing is just shit. That hasn’t changed. So with all things considered, I decided to go postal with this frankincense idea. Its blog-worthiness became apparent. Besides, it IS essential.
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Essential oils, which are obtained through mechanical pressing or distillation, are concentrated plant extracts that retain the natural smell and flavor of their source. Each essential oil has a unique composition of chemicals, and this variation affects the smell, absorption, and effects on the body.
Used in aromatherapy, Frankincense –
- works as an expectorant to clear the nasal passageway
- promotes the relief of congestion
- encourages easy breathing
Moreover, its sweet, woody aroma is sedative, diminishing feelings of stress and anxiety.
Ahh, … !
Topically, Frankincense oil spurns cell turnover –
- helping heal and fade scars.
- stimulate healthy skin growth
- strengthen the skin’s elasticity
Since Frankincense is a mild oil it can be applied directly to skin. If irritation does occur, dilute with a carrier oil or stagger use.
Essential or not, I have never been one of those people. Not only did I question the therapeutic effectiveness of such products, but the smells were just awful. Then, … I aged. Yeah – not fun. I even got these damn spots to remind me every day of the fact. As if, my aching body wasn’t enough reminder, eh?!
A friend owns a local health food store and told me about Frankincense. Being an open-minded individual – no comment from those that really know me – I decided to give it a try. My body easily absorbed the smell – don’t ask, okay. It’s a long story. Even without this ‘Super Power’, I’m certain the odor would’ve dissipated quickly.
The result was way cool. My age spots are fading nicely. My back still aches, but I look less … tropical? Please, know, I’m still not one of those people. But this Frankincense stuff is truly gift worthy. It’s not the Gold mine I was looking for, but myrrh-be I should take what I can get.
Merry May Day!
All for FREE in this free-for-all
Yepperdoodles folks. You read that correctly. All three titles are FREE today ONLY. Just click on a book jacket icon to download. Hell, click to download all three. They are FREE.
In case there’s any doubt, yepperdoodles IS a word. According to Urban Dictionary, that is. Hmmm … . Knowing that, could make one skeptical. Be that as it may, it’s fun. And, we could all use some fun right now.
Oh, it means yes, yepp, yup, what ever you think by meaning to say yes. Knowing that, this is totally applicable.
famous last words – Hollywood edition
I love movies. Moreover, I love going to the movie theater – especially here in Traverse City. The State Theatre and Bijou are amazing venues to view films. Unfortunately, I don’t get out that much. Especially now. Even more unfortunate is the fact that my home theater is anything but. Nonetheless, it works. I get to watch movies in the comfort of my own home with little distraction. Other than my wife, that is.
looking elsewhere
For the most part, the movie industry strives for the proverbial happily ever after. This tendency often makes some movie moments more forced than necessary. Still, the final scene is what makes a movie memorable. I’m not a huge Casablanca fan, but even I know ‘the line’ .
say what?
Over the last few weeks, my household, like most, have been watching a-l-o-t of movies. So, in the spirit of Humphrey Bogart’s famous farewell, I wanted to highlight some additional closing lines. Hollywood style, of course.
https://www.filmsite.org/greatlastlines8.html
nicely said
‘As you wish.’ –The Princess Bride
These three words defined this movie. Any other ending would’ve been … inconceivable.
‘A little girl.’ – Overboard (the original version with Goldie Hawn and Kurt Russell)
I couldn’t think of a more appropriate line to such a delightful movie.
‘It already came true.’ – Sixteen Candles
Let’s face it – this movie has more than its share of memorable moments and quotable quotes. However, this closing sentiment … takes the cake. (pun so intended)
stop talking
For as many famous last lines, I can count as many, if not more, ‘what the fuck were they thinking’s’.
She saves him right back – Pretty Woman
Sorry, but this line is sooo lame. And, forced. The entire last scene is forced, to be perfectly honest. Fortunately, the rest of the movie makes up for this lapse in screenwriting judgment.
My hero. – What Women Want
I saved the best for last. Or would that be the worst for last. Doesn’t matter. There are much worse ending lines to movies than this. But, at the time this movie was released, Mel Gibson was, well, Mel Gibson – in full Lethal Weapon mode, I might add. So, hearing him say those two words to Helen Hunt were almost as awkward as the close-up of Pierce Brosnan singing in Mamma Mia.
Order up!
There are more examples both good and bad. Hell, some are down right ugly. Me, I want to remain memorable. I know My … Fictionalized Memoir isn’t a movie. Yet. But when it does get it’s big screen opportunity, I will demand an appropriate last liner.
Green with foliage envy
postal roots
I am the gardener in the family. It’s a genetic thing – on my mother’s side. She insists it’s cheaper than therapy. She should know – I was child #5 out 7. Fortunately, the plants haven’t started talking to me. Yet. When that happens, I think I may need to seek help. Ya’ think?
I posted a few years back about the fact that the ‘greenness’ of my thumb was limited to the outdoors. Translation: I tend to kill a lot of house plants. It ain’t pretty – literally or physically. Hell, one Croton plant lived up to its name – it totally croted. I realize that would’ve been funnier if the plant was a crocus. (pause) Still, all but one leaf fell off. I was so mad I ripped the damn thing off in a fit of over-dramatized despair. That’s a lie. I did nothing even remotely close – I just chucked the dead stalk in the trash can and shrugged. What a crocus of shitus, eh?!
the dirty truth
My house plants have been looking pretty sad for quite some time now. Thankfully, holiday decorations skewed that focal point. Then, January arrived. Yeah,… What green I had, went gangrene. Fuck transplanting – time for a fresh start. Besides, it was a New Year and a new decade.
green rules of thumb
To ensure success, I researched best practices AND consulted with experts at my favorite local nurseries. The main error of my ways was that damn size issue – my plants were always too small for their respective pots. I so know the feeling. This time, however, it was more than a personal problem.
- Match plants with light conditions – direct sun can actually burn certain foliage. Generally speaking, if you can read unassisted where the plant will be placed, there is sufficient light.
- Choose the right container. See – size really does matter.
- Use good-quality potting soil.
- Water properly – almost better to under water, than over water
- Fertilize and control pests. These are house plants. Children and pets are the ‘pests’ here. keep them contained.
- Increase humidity and prevent drafts. Good luck with that.
- Keep foliage clean – translation: keep the green clean, baby!
Proper lighting in the Garden of Adam Thomas
Well, that’s about it on the whole potted plant predicament. I am pleased with the results. My plants look happy again. Let’s just see what happens in six months. Who knows. By that time, my thumb will either be so green I’m a fucking leprechaun. Or, I will be medicated and possibly institutionalized because those plants actually started talking. And, I listened!
Keep calm and grow plants
I know this clip pertains to an outside tree. However, these are Dr. Seuss characters. They all live in, like, Terrariums. So, I’m thinking I’m good.
V.D. FREE for All
Actually, it’s an ALL for FREE Valentine’s Day gift. The post title just grabbed attention more effectively. Trust me, I need all the help I’s can get in that area.
In the spirit of the holiday, my alter ego, Robert C. Bradshaw. convinced me to run another promotion. His two stories are about love. (insert: a heavily sighed comment) So, I guess it’s appropriate. Therefore, I decided to offer my title, as well. You know, for those who would rather read a Fictionalized Memoir. ?
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I think I should just present the promotion and be done. This whole attempt at humor just isn’t working.
TODAY THURSDAY, FEBRUARY 13, 2020 –
ALL THREE FREE
Just click on a title icon and download one, two or all three books. FREE. It really is that simple. Added BONUS – it makes a nice gift idea. Not as nice as … Shacking up. Okay, that was bad. I am so done!
Happy Valentine’s Reading!
pork chops, cast iron skillets, and Peter Brady?
the scoop
A few years ago, I realized my son liked pork chops. This made me very happy because I like pork chops. I’m not talkin’ that whole butterflied, boneless shit. Give me the true American classic that is the bone-in pork chop. However, I have never cooked pork chops. For some bizarre reason, my wife is convinced pork is the anti-meat rather than the other white meat. (no slur intended – accept against my wife)
the situation
Therefore, I needed advice. My grandmother did pork well. That and pancakes, of course. Sadly, she has been gone for some time now. So, I consulted the next best alternative – Jake the Bald Butcher. The dude has never let me down.
the solution
Not only did he fix me up with the proper cut, but he instructed me so well Yoda of all things Blog would be proud. Best of all – it was really, really easy.
After seasoning the meat, melt a shit-ton of butter in a cast iron skillet. Brown the first side, then flip. Place the skillet in the over for about 12 minutes. I decided to flip it again about 8 minutes in to let the juices drain back through.
Wow!
the sizzle
Now, my son is back at school and only my youngest remains at home. She’s not a pork chop fan. Yet. But, she loves steak. Gotta love a woman who likes red meat, eh?
Recently, I decided we needed a mid-week pick me up and steaks seemed to fit the bill. Unfortunately, the day was kinda not happenin’. Try as I might, I just couldn’t turn it around either. Since my culinary expertise is NOT grilling, I was destined to be skewered. Honestly, I just wanted something fool proof and easy – I so didn’t want to fuck it up.
Alas, Jake the Bald Butcher came through. Again. The same cast iron skillet/oven technique works for steak. In fact, Mr. Jake can be quoted as saying he prefers his steak prepared this way – pan-seared and sizzlin’. Yeah, baby!
the ‘scene’
Here’s cooking for you, Kid.
unplugged
Well, the primary reason for this post is to move forward. Not into this new decade thing. That’s going to happen regardless. Besides, it’s just so cliche. What I’m talking about is this blog. My last post was my annual plug to those that have come … unplugged.
Sorry, that was bad.
Still, I need to keep my site updated. My focus remains my new project. The last few weeks have really shorted that circuit. So, rather than trip a breaker, I’m going … acoustic? This retro classic is a live wire, baby – sure to recharge any outlet gone bad.
Keep calm and unplug on –
a-ha! (pun so intended)
The Adam Thomas Christmas Tradition
Deck the Halls of New Age societal freaks and their need to label everything. Or re-label everything. First, there was that uncoupling nonsense. Now, there is – wait for it – polyamory. So dumb.
Polyamory is the practice of, or desire for, intimate relationships with more than one partner, with the consent of all partners involved. It has been described as “consensual, ethical, and responsible non-monogamy”.
Basically, it’s dating. Just re-labeled. Once again – so dumb. From a guys perspective, that whole non-committal thing is a very nice arrangement. Unfortunately, when the ‘rules’ change someone, probably the woman, is NOT going to be happy. Not sure what that term will been renamed. But, I can guarantee it will resemble one of these conditions listed below. And, if it’s Christmas time, caroling by the emotionally disturbed will be Harked. They won’t be Angels. But, they will be heralding. Something.
I realize this was not the best lead in for presenting my annual list of those Psychologically Challenged Christmas Carols. Still, it’s makes you Wonder (as you Wander) if this List will be checked twice then updated accordingly. By the way, I checked – it hasn’t. Yet.
Regardless of your relationship status, feel free to sing along. I’m sure one, if not more, tunes are applicable.
- Schizophrenia — Do You Hear What I Hear?
- Multiple Personality Disorder — We Three Kings Disoriented Are
- Dementia —I Think I’ll Be Home for Christmas
- Narcissistic — Hark the Herald Angels Sing About Me
- Manic — Deck the Halls and Walls and House and Lawn and Streets and Stores and Office and Town and Cars and Buses and Trucks and Trees and . . .
- Paranoid — Santa Claus is Coming to Town to Get Me
- Borderline Personality Disorder — Thoughts of Roasting on an Open Fire
- Personality Disorder — You Better Watch Out, I’m Gonna Cry, I’m Gonna Pout, Maybe I’ll Tell You Why
- Attention Deficit Disorder — Silent Night, Holy OOOOOOOOh look at the Froggy, can I have chocolate, why is France so far away?
- Obsessive Compulsive Disorder — Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bell …
Merry Christmas!
Honestly, I’m not a fan of this song. Much to this Little Drummer Boy’s dismay, the ‘extended’ ending in this version is totally polyamoriclly correct. Hohoho, no – What would Mariah Carey say?
