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Georgina
Once upon a time I worked in this little burger/coffee/ice cream shop and a lady came in one winter and asked if we had a caramel apple drink and we were like ‘well we have cider’ and she was like ‘no I don’t remember what it’s called but this place made a drink that was chai tea, apple cider, and caramel’ and Breezy offered to try and make something for her but she changed her mind and left so Breezy and I were like ‘alright let’s try this’ because we had chai tea, instant cider mix, a shit ton of caramel, instant hot water from the espresso and too much free time.
And let me tell you it was delightful. It tastes like watching the leaves changing color and dancing in the wind. It tastes like picking out pumpkins and gourds and fresh apples at the farm up north. It tastes like witches and freedom.
I make it every year now and this year I walked in the house on the morning of October first with all the ingredients and shouted ‘FALL DRINK’ and my roommates were like ‘????’ so I made them Fall Drink and now every time they get home from work they’re like ‘Fall Drink pls?????’
Anyway I remember literally nothing else about that woman but I’m very grateful to her.
for anyone wondering about proportions/etc here’s op’s answer from the repiles:
@gaslightgallows I feel this would be relevant to your interests.
I don’t like caramel but I can vouch for hot chaider being amazing.
Deareat @simonalkenmayer I feel like this is relevant to your interests.
Also, I do something like this in the crock pot with the overly sweet Growers Pumpkin Apple Cider, chai spices, cloves, a bit of orange juice, and some super dry Pinot Grigio.
Mix, heat, and serve on a nippy night best spent cuddled under blankets with a book.
My friend, you have essentially backward engineered a wonderful winter drink from the Stuart period.
White sack wine, cider, spices (clove, cinnamon, nutmeg, mace, ginger) tea, sugar, and if you want it authentic, a bit of cream or whipped egg. All this is brought together in a low temperature and then stewed for a time. It can also be “pulled”, a process in which one “stirs” the concoction by using a ladle and pouring it repeatedly from high in the air. Makes it foamy and frothy.
Serve warm.
On a cold night, this is a delightful thing. Believe it or not, we also used to make it with a stout beer instead of wine. For a darker richer flavor.
One Black Tea Bag, One Cup Apple Juice, 2tsp butter, 2tsp brown sugar, cloves, cinnamon, nutmeg, and ginger to taste will also accomplish something similar (just melt the butter and brown sugar together and whisk them around a pan a bit - don’t bother making proper caramel) Make your faux-caramel then you add the apple juice and then the rest; heat it up to a boil then turn off the heat, drop the tea bag in and let it steep for 3 minutes, serve with gingersnaps.
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Levi Kelly
I really don’t know how to explain it, but, when the day comes and I get to look Jesus in the face, I want it to be familiar. I want to look at Him and see someone I’ve known my whole life. I mean I want to be in awe of course. But I want it to be like coming home.
We weren’t built for all this, you know? The constant knowledge of all the bad in all the places all the time. It’s not what our hearts were ever meant to carry.
And though it was never supposed to be this way—God, in His great mercy, has made the way back.
Dwell on what is lovely.
What is pure.
Worshiping Him in all we do.
Living on this fallen earth, but not being of it.
Pray and intercede for our brothers and sisters—for the men, women, children, families. Mourn with them. Help where we can. Love our neighbor. Believers: That includes our/world leaders and our enemies.
All the while keeping our gaze set above. Dawning on the full armor so graciously given as we walk towards the ‘Kingdom come’. For although it gets too foggy to see down here sometimes, we can be sure that even when we don’t understand, all things are headed toward a glorious end; the beginning of all we long for.
Righteousness. Justice. Peace. HalleluYah!
It is all so heavy, friends. So, so heavy. I know. And I also know One whose yoke is easy and whose burden is light. So let us fill our lamps and walk by the Light of the Word. For the faith we have been assured in, is oh so very good.
There is no wrong place to pray. I pray at my desk, on my living room floor, on the couch beside my dogs, in my bed, beside my bed, in the bathroom, in the shower, in the car on my way to work, walking down the street, in the morning when I wake up, in the evenings before I fall asleep. There is no wrong way to pray. I pray with my eyes, closed, with my eyes open, with my knees on the ground, standing up, sitting down, curled into a ball, holding my own hands, moving my hands around, raising my hands in the air, holding someone else’s hands. There is no wrong way to say a prayer. Some days I repeat myself over and over, some days I cry, some days I get angry, some days I tell Him everything, some days I can’t seem to tell Him anything, some days I use flowery language, some days I use foul language, some days I use hardly any language. Help me, I whisper. There is no wrong place to pray, there is no wrong way to pray, there is no wrong way to talk to our Creator, our Father, our best friend, our God.
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Family is in town and we went to Blue Pool today! It was the perfect overcast PNW day, which made the water look even more blue and clear. 😍
Blue pool’s water source comes from beneath the ground (it’s the Mckenzie River leaping up to the surface again after a 3 mile crawl underneath lava rock beds). The water here is incredibly cold and it’s not advised to swim for a long time in it or jump from the cliffs into it due to risk of hypothermia and death.
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