Did someone say chocolate?! Fudge Brownie Truffles – Definitely a chocolate lover’s dream!


From –  tinascookings.blogspot.com
Brownies are one of the most forgiving desserts of all. They almost never include a lengthy preparation process, or a complex gadget. For most recipes, you only need one bowl, and one spatula. These gorgeous little truffles start with a fudge brownie base, and are enriched by homemade fudge sauce, rum, and hazelnuts. Basically, a winning combination in every way.
As with every brownie recipe, do not overmix the batter, and do not overbake them. They will be somewhat thin after they bake, so keep an eye on them, and check them with a toothpick, so that they remain fudgy and dense.
For this recipe I used my homemade chocolate syrup, but you can use a store-bought fudge sauce, too, as long as it is a tad runny. If it has thickened in your refrigerator and has a consistency of a chocolate spread instead of sauce, microwave it for a few seconds to loosen it up a bit, then proceed with the recipe as written.

For the brownies
180 grams plain flour
150 grams granulated sugar
50 grams unsweetened cocoa powder (I like Ghiradelli http://amzn.to/2tuqRYS)
180 ml cold water
180 ml vegetable oil
1 teaspoon vanilla bean paste (Nielsen-Massey http://amzn.to/2rDosK9)
1 teaspoon dark rum
For the truffles
120 grams chocolate sauce
1 tablespoon dark rum
50 grams toasted hazelnuts, roughly ground (http://amzn.to/2rDosK9)
5 tablespoons heavy cream


Start by making the brownies. Take a large bowl, sift in the flour and the cocoa powder, then whisk everything really well. Add in the sugar, and whisk everything again. Pour in the water and oil, then add the rum and vanilla bean paste. Whisk until well blended. Take a baking pan (23×33 cm), grease it well, and pour in the batter. The batter will be thick, so level it as much as you can. Bake them in a preheated oven, at 180˚C (350˚F) for about 18-20 minutes. Check them with a toothpick, because if they overbake, they will be dry. Once they are done, let them cool almost completely, but not in the refrigerator. Letting them cool down at room temperature will make them easier to blend well with other ingredients.
Crumble up the brownies into a large bowl, then add in the fudge sauce, rum, and heavy cream. Mix it briefly, then add the hazelnuts, and mix with a wooden spoon, or a sturdy spatula, until the mixture forms into a soft and pliable dough. If the batter seems to be too soft for your liking at this point, you can place it in the refrigerator for 15 minutes, or you can proceed to make truffles. The softer the batter, the smoother and creamier the final truffles are. Take out tablespoons of the batter, roll them into little spheres, and arrange them on a serving platter. Top with more of the fudge sauce, and serve. Yields 35 truffles.

You’d think we’d pray…

“I have given her in marriage to seven men, all of whom were kinsmen of ours, and all died on the very night they approached her.” – Tobit 7:11

If you were marrying someone whose previous husbands all died on their wedding nights, what would you do? You’d think you’d pray, but obviously, none of the dead husbands thought of that.

You’d think we’d pray at the time of death. However, this is an unprecedented time of death, when millions of babies are aborted surgically and chemically each year in our country alone. Yet how many Christians are praying that much?

You’d think we’d pray in time of war. Yet aren’t we in the ultimate war between Christ and the anti-Christ, between the Gospel of life and the “culture of death”?

You’d think we’d pray when times get hard and the going gets tough. How hard does life have to be for us to pray? Isn’t it hard enough?

You’d think we’d pray when Jesus, God Himself, commanded us to pray always (Lk 18:1). Let’s obey Him and pray accordingly.

You’d think we’d pray, knowing we could go to heaven or go to hell, to Jesus or Satan…

This was taken from the book, One Bread, One Body, June 8, 2017

The humbling effects of Alzheimer’s and other ramblings…

We go to the local nursing home each Sunday morning for the Rosary and a little music; and when Hubby is in the mood or inspired, a little preaching. This morning was no exception. There are, as you would expect, many residents there with Alzheimer’s. One elderly woman, in particular, was a bank manager during her life, or so I’ve been told. She was obviously quite intelligent.

I do not know of her temperament before Alzheimer’s set in, but she is a pleasant little lady in the here and now. She often shows up with her rosary around her neck and recites the prayers a little off tempo, which is fine with me. We are there for the residents and not ourselves, which is something that I think people tend to forget at times.

I think she may have passed another milestone in the disease as this morning, instead of parking her wheelchair and joining in, she proclaimed, quite loudly and many times, that she remembered the prayers and that she remembered her momma saying those prayers. In her childlikeness, she was so innocent and excited that she was hearing prayers that her momma recited when she was a child. And, quite predictable, the first worker who went through the room was grabbed and asked to remove the lady.

I was torn between relief and sadness. We are there, after all, for the residents so maybe she should have been allowed to stay. Then again, I think a resident or two may have shushed her, and they have a right to not be disturbed while praying. It is such a delicate balance between right and wrong. It is not just a humbling experience for the person suffering from Alzheimer’s, but also for the people around that person. Sometimes, we may need to just smile and nod, and hope that if we are one day in a place similar to hers, someone will be kind enough to nod to us. 

And…that is my two cents for today! Have you had any experience with someone suffering from Alzheimer’s? Have a Happy Sunday!

While visions of fried chicken danced in her head…

Today on the farm…

Calypso got over her fear of the tractor just long enough to scoot through the gate to hang out at the chicken coop. If you look very closely, you’ll see visions of Southern fried chicken dancing about in her head.

And I got a new iron. My old iron finally gave out and I was dreading the search for a new one until a friend sent a picture of this iron. What would we do without Facebook to help with our distress calls? I quickly Googled it and read tons of rave reviews and then placed an order. It arrived yesterday and the big unboxing was today. I had the chance to try it out and so far I love it. I’ll be reviewing it later on with additional photos. This iron is awesome!

And this is how it happened…

And, here goes a typical day in my life. I was cleaning up the kitchen island and decided to finally relocate the bag of epsom salt to the bathroom (it had taken up residence there.) I went into the bathroom and realized that I needed a stool to climb on (the physical therapist would have a stroke. That is why I am in PT. I fell off a step stool.) I went to the garage and got the step stool. While I was rearranging a shelf in the linen closet to make room for the epsom salt I spotted a container and had a grand revelation – it was the perfect container for the problem area in my office for which I have been struggling to find a solution. 

So, I abandoned the linen closet and went to my office. I had an identical storage container in my office closet and commenced with organizing some things in my carts. By combining some like items I freed up a gazillion other smaller containers and I am confident that this system is perfect – until I have another epiphany and decide to organize again. That’s how my mind works. It automatically updates organizing systems I come up with much like the GPS updates.  Hubby calls it my “recompute” system. 

The linen closet has also been updated; all within the space of 45 minutes. I’m happy. Are you? The appropriate answer would be yes. Lol

Daily Journal – Day 19

I may have to make a trip to Hobby Lobby soon for some more “love” paper. It is so cute and fitting for this journal. Also the prayer paper.