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1/3 cup finely ground coffee powder*
1/2 teaspoon baking powder
1/2 teaspoon salt
2 sticks (1 cup) unsalted butter, softened**
2/3 cup granulated sugar
1 large egg
1 teaspoon vanilla
5 oz semi-sweet chocolate chips (or chop your own from your fav semi-sweet chocolate)
1/2 cup hazelnuts or sliced almonds, finely chopped
1 1/2 cups confectioners sugar for coating
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Whisk together flour, coffee powder, baking powder, and salt in a bowl until combined.
Readability quotients
In thee thy summer, ere thou be distill’d:Â
Make sweet some vial; treasure thou some placeÂ
With beauty’s treasure, ere it be self-kill’d.Â
That use is not forbidden usury,Â
Which happies those that pay the willing loan;Â
That’s for thyself to breed another thee,Â
Or ten times happier, be it ten for one;Â
Ten times thyself were happier than thou art,Â
If ten of thine ten times refigured thee:Â
Then what could death do, if thou shouldst depart,Â
Leaving thee living in posterity?Â
Be not self-will’d, for thou art much too fairÂ
To be death’s conquest and make worms thine heir.
LLMB vs the real military
The Anti-Sylph
The slender, sylphid nymph you see
Bending e’er so gracefully
‘Gainst the gentle breeze.
For I am rough and hard, though fat,
An’ graceful just ain’t where I’m at,
Cos no durn wind’ll even blow my hat
With it’s pernicious wheeze.
Aww.. Grow Up: Kipling Tuesday
 A portion of what is missing from the generations of perpetual adolescents we are producing via “public education” and pop culture: the desire to take a responsible place in adult society:
The Children’s Song
Puck of Pook’s Hills
Land of our Birth, we pledge to thee
Our love and toil in the years to be;
When we are grown and take our place
As men and women with our race.
Father in Heaven who lovest all,
Oh, help Thy children when they call;
That they may build from age to age
An undefiled heritage.
Teach us to bear the yoke in youth,
With steadfastness and careful truth;
That, in our time, Thy Grace may give
The Truth whereby the Nations live.
Teach us to rule ourselves alway,
Controlled and cleanly night and day;
That we may bring, if need arise,
No maimed or worthless sacrifice.
Teach us to look in all our ends
On Thee for judge, and not our friends;
That we, with Thee, may walk uncowed
By fear or favour of the crowd.
Teach us the Strength that cannot seek,
By deed or thought, to hurt the weak;
That, under Thee, we may possess
Man’s strength to comfort man’s distress.
Teach us Delight in simple things,
And Mirth that has no bitter springs;
Forgiveness free of evil done,
And Love to all men ‘neath the sun!
Land of our Birth, our faith, our pride,
For whose dear sake our fathers died;
Oh, Motherland, we pledge to thee
Head, heart and hand through the years to be!