Hypnos's New Writeupshttp://everything2.com/?node=New%20Writeups%20Atom%20Feed&foruser=Hypnos2001-11-30T00:28:40ZFruit Tart (thing)http://everything2.com/user/Hypnos/writeups/Fruit+TartHypnoshttp://everything2.com/user/Hypnos2001-11-30T00:28:40Z2001-11-30T00:28:40Z<blockquote>
Here's something fun to do with a batch of <a href="/title/Pastry+Cream">Pastry Cream</a>. First, you will need a crust. This type is called Pate Sucree, and it is sweeter than <a href="/title/baked+pie+shell">pie dough</a>.<p>
1 cup <a href="/title/sugar">sugar</a><br>
1 lb. <a href="/title/butter">butter</a><br>
1 1/2 lbs. <a href="/title/flour">flour</a><br>
2 <a href="/title/eggs">eggs</a><br>
1/2 tsp. <a href="/title/salt">salt</a><p>
Mix everything together until a stiff <a href="/title/dough">dough</a> forms. Roll it out thin and place it in either a single pie tin, or several individual tart shells. Pre-bake the crust completely in a 350 degree <a href="/title/oven">oven</a> until golden brown.<p>
Now make the <a href="/title/pastry+cream">pastry cream</a>. Pour the cream directly into the crust, cover with <a href="/title/plastic+wrap">plastic wrap</a>, and chill.<p>
At this point, you can get creative. Slice up some seasonal <a href="/title/fresh+fruit">fresh fruit</a> of your choice, and arrange it on top however you see fit.<p>
To keep the <a href="/title/fruit">fruit</a> from sliding off, you can melt some apricot <a href="/title/jelly">jelly</a> in a saucepan and brush it over the top. Or, to better preserve the color of the fruit, you can buy some clear gel.<p>
This is a wonderful light <a href="/title/dessert">dessert</a>, and it scores high points for presentation.<!-- close unclosed tag --></p><!-- close unclosed tag --></p><!-- close unclosed tag --></p><!-- close unclosed tag --></p><!-- close unclosed tag --></p><!-- close unclosed tag --></p><!-- close unclosed tag --></blockquote>Pastry Cream (thing)http://everything2.com/user/Hypnos/writeups/Pastry+CreamHypnoshttp://everything2.com/user/Hypnos2001-11-29T23:11:38Z2001-11-29T23:11:38Z<blockquote>
This is probably one of the most versatile preparations in the world of <a href="/title/baking">baking</a>. The whole thing only takes about 15 minutes or so, and it's fun! First off, gather these ingredients:<p>
2 cups WHOLE <a href="/title/milk">milk</a><br>
½ cup granulated <a href="/title/sugar">sugar</a><br>
2 <a href="/title/eggs">eggs</a><br>
4 Tbsp. <a href="/title/cornstarch">cornstarch</a><br>
1/4 tsp. <a href="/title/salt">salt</a><br>
½ tsp. <a href="/title/vanilla">vanilla</a> extract<br>
2 Tbsp. <a href="/title/butter">butter</a> (not <a href="/title/margarine">margarine</a>)
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Plan of Action:<p>
1. Combine the milk and sugar, but DO NOT STIR. The sugar at the bottom will keep the milk from scalding. Bring it to a boil.<br>
2. Mix the <a href="/title/cornstarch">cornstarch</a>, <a href="/title/eggs">eggs</a>, and <a href="/title/salt">salt</a> together until VERY SMOOTH.<br>
3. VERY SLOWLY, pour the boiling milk/sugar into the egg mix while stirring. This is called <a href="/title/tempering">tempering</a>. If you do this too fast, you get scrambled eggs.<br>
4. Pour the mixture back into the pot, return to the stove and lower the heat.<br>
5. Cook the mixture until the starchy taste is gone. It should have a smooth, creamy texture.<br>
6. Mix in the <a href="/title/vanilla">vanilla</a> and <a href="/title/butter">butter</a>.<!-- close unclosed tag --></p><!-- close unclosed tag --></p><!-- close unclosed tag --></p><!-- close unclosed tag --></blockquote>…On human misery (idea)http://everything2.com/user/Hypnos/writeups/On+human+miseryHypnoshttp://everything2.com/user/Hypnos2001-11-29T11:30:11Z2001-11-29T11:30:11Z<p align="center">
<b>All life is suffering.</b>
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<i>-The First <a href="/title/Buddhist">Buddhist</a> Precept</i>
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Some may believe this to be a <a href="/title/pessimistic">pessimistic</a>, even <a href="/title/melodramatic">melodramatic</a> statement. After all, why should people not be happy? We in <a href="/title/America">America</a> live in a nation that is <a href="/title/middle+class">middle class</a> by a vast majority. Most of us have luxuries of which the unfortunate <a href="/title/rabble">rabble</a> of ages past could never dream, or least enough for survival. Surely there cannot be any solidarity for such a bold statement as this. Unless, of course, we stop treating individuals as "everyman," and take a closer look at the individuals themselves.
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In all truthfulness, never in my experience have I met anyone who was completely content with their lives. Something is always missing, and, however small that need may be, if we could just possess it, then everything would be perfect. This is a <a href="/title/fallacy">fallacy</a> and a <a href="/title/pitfall">pitfall</a>, of course, and if we were ever to find what have been searching for, there<!-- close unclosed tag --></p><!-- close unclosed tag --></p><!-- close unclosed tag --></p><!-- close unclosed tag --></p>…Before Names (idea)http://everything2.com/user/Hypnos/writeups/Before+NamesHypnoshttp://everything2.com/user/Hypnos2001-11-11T11:10:44Z2001-11-11T11:10:44Z<p> Beneath the remains of the Burning City, nameless and forgotten in a dying world, the <a href="/title/undergrowth">undergrowth</a> has become <a href="/title/sentient">sentient</a>.
<p> To say that this event was feared would be an <a href="/title/understatement">understatement</a> - would be - had not fear been purged in the flames of the earth long ago, and with it, the promise of this world. All had disappeared under the light of a red moon, soon blotted out behind clouds of smoke, on a night that never saw its morning.
<p> Never.
<p> The price of <a href="/title/arrogance">arrogance</a> is higher than anyone can imagine.
<p> But the dead do not profit from lessons in <a href="/title/irony">irony</a>. Only the <a href="/title/survivors">survivors</a> have that curse. When, in this night, the undergrowth learns to speak, they will tell stories of the <a href="/title/burning">burning</a>, and the night. But they will not learn. They will forget, as it is the nature - and the doom - of all beings to forget. Their <a href="/title/death+sentence">death sentence</a> was issued even before their names.
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"There is a man in <a href="/title/London">London</a> who screams when the church bells ring..." <!-- close inline tag into block --></i><p align="right"><i><!-- reopen inline tag after block --><a href="/title/H.P.+Lovecraft">H.P. Lovecraft</a></i>
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Every day, as I was riding the train to work (always on the left side, to watch the ominous <a href="/title/Chicago">Chicago</a> skyline grow larger in my window), we would pass a flyover. Underneath the ceiling of concrete and steel lived three <a href="/title/homeless">homeless</a> men. Every day I would watch them start to rise from their beds (they all had well made beds) or cook whatever food they had over a garbage can <a href="/title/bonfire">bonfire</a>. It was in the afternoon, coming home from work early one day, when I say the <a href="/title/railway">railway</a> employees sweeping up the last few remnants of their <a href="/title/residency">residency</a>.
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<a href="/title/Highlands">Highlands</a> of <a href="/title/Scotland">Scotland</a>. South of <a href="/title/Skye">Skye</a>. Early Morning.
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Raining, as it did every morning. Narrow <a href="/title/blacktop">blacktop</a> flanked by mountains on either side. <a href="/title/Mountains">Mountains</a>, in every shade of green and purple, down from which wisps of clouds and mist roll and dance, whose unseen summits may<!-- close unclosed tag --></p><!-- close unclosed tag --></p><!-- close unclosed tag --></p><!-- close unclosed tag --></p>…