Saturday, 27 August 2011

chocolate chip cookies

  • 2 cups, plus 2 tbsp all-purpose flour
  • ½ tsp baking soda
  • ½ tsp salt
  • 1 cup unsalted butter, melted and slightly cooled
  • 1 cup packed brown sugar
  • ½ cup white sugar
  • 1 tbsp vanilla extract
  • 1 egg
  • 1 egg yolk
  • 1 ½ cups semisweet chocolate chips

  1. Preheat the oven to 165°C. Line cookie sheets with parchment paper. Sift together the flour, baking soda and salt; set aside.
  2. In a medium bowl, cream together the melted butter, brown sugar and white sugar until well blended. Beat in the vanilla, egg, and egg yolk until light and creamy. Mix in the sifted ingredients until just blended. Stir in the chocolate chips by hand using a wooden spoon.
  3. Drop cookie dough ¼ cup at a time onto the prepared cookie sheets. Cookies should be about 3 inches apart.
  4. Bake for 15 to 17 minutes in the preheated oven, or until the edges are lightly golden. Cool on baking sheets for a few minutes before transferring to wire racks to cool completely. Makes approximately 12-14 very large cookies or 36 smaller cookies.

masao seki | wire sculptures

the creative power of simplicity.

source: spoon tomago

the boy who lived

Thursday, 25 August 2011

album artwork from the source

"Every piece of the album artwork was created by the song itself. We might have helped by pouring paint onto blasting speaker membranes and catching the paint spills on paper, we might have helped by playing the drums with paint splashing drum sticks, but the real artist was the sound. We were just instruments." - instrumenti

Thursday, 18 August 2011

the manipulated truth

girls have a tendency to manipulate the truth in order to get their way.

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glasshouse | jasmine blossoms

my new obsession. glasshouse candles.

anal retentive

i finished up studying last night and packed my study gear away. then i realised just how anal retentive i really am. do note, this is a result of me subconsciously placing things where they need to be. i mean, i guess it could be worse - those coloured fineliners could be in order? my beats could go hang on the stags head ... where it's meant to be. that highlighter could go back in the pencil case ...

mr hudson | everything is broken

travesty, you're at the top of your academy
don't get too used to looking down on me
soon you'll be calling me your majesty

i was just your token, token, token
everything is broken, broken, broken