Selasa, 28 Mei 2013

The Elves - An Iroquois Legend


The Elves - An Iroquois Legend


by Harriet Maxwell Converse (Adapted)

The little Elves of Darkness, so says the old Iroquois grandmother, were wise and mysterious. They dwelt under the earth, where were deep forests and broad plains. There they kept captive all the evil things that wished to injure human beings - the venomous reptiles, the wicked spiders, and the fearful monsters. Sometimes one of these evil creatures escaped and rushed upward to the bright, pure air, and spread its poisonous breath over the living things of the upper-world. But such happenings were rare, for the Elves of Darkness were faithful and strong, and did not willingly allow the wicked beasts and reptiles to harm human beings and the growing things.
When the night was lighted by the moon's soft rays, and the woods of the upper-world were sweet with the odor of the spring-flowers, then the Elves of Darkness left the under-world, and creeping from their holes, held a festival in the woods. And under many a tree, where the blades of grass had refused to grow, the Little People danced until rings of green sprang up beneath their feet. And to the festival came the Elves of Light - among whom were Tree-Elves, Flower-Elves, and Fruit-Elves. They too danced and made merry.
But when the moonlight faded away, and day began to break, then the Elves of Darkness scampered back to their holes, and returned once more to the under-world - while the Elves of Light began their daily tasks.
For in the springtime these Little People of the Light hid in sheltered places. They listened to the complaints of the seeds that lay covered in the ground, and they whispered to the earth until the seeds burst their pods and sent their shoots upward to the light. Then the little Elves wandered over the fields and through the woods, bidding all growing things to look upon the sun.
The Tree-Elves tended the trees, unfolding their leaves, and feeding their roots with sap from the earth. The Flower-Elves unwrapped the baby buds, and tinted the petals of the opening flowers, and played with the bees and the butterflies.
But the busiest of all were the Fruit-Elves. Their greatest care in the spring was the strawberry plant. When the ground softened from the frost, the Fruit-Elves loosened the earth around each strawberry root, that its shoots might push through to the light. They shaped the plant's leaves, and turned its blossoms toward the warm rays of the sun. They trained its runners, and assisted the timid fruit to form. They painted the luscious berry, and bade it ripen. And when the first strawberries blushed on the vines, these guardian Elves protected them from the evil insects that had escaped from the world of darkness underground.
And the old Iroquois grandmother tells, how once, when the fruit first came to earth, the Evil Spirit, Hahgwehdaetgah, stole the strawberry plant, and carried it to his gloomy cave, where he hid it away. And there it lay until a tiny sunbeam pierced the damp mould, and finding the little vine carried it back to its sunny fields. And ever since then the strawberry plant has lived and thrived in the fields and woods. But the Fruit-Elves, fearing lest the Evil One should one day steal the vine again, watch day and night over their favorite. And when the strawberries ripen they give the juicy, fragrant fruit to the Iroquois children as they gather the spring flowers in the woods.

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Minggu, 19 Mei 2013

My Daddy ' s a Diver


Last Update: Wednesday, October 31, 2007. 6:32pm AEST

By James Cameron, Mount Gambier, South Australia

Women weren't supposed to die in childbirth, not anymore. It had taken twelve months, mesmerised by a helpless baby and numbed by her mother's death, but finally he'd allowed himself to grieve properly. Sometimes though, it came back. Warm tears misted his cold dive mask. Lifting its seal he let seawater in, bathing his face, erasing the sadness. He took a long breath, jack-knifed and finned downward.
Ocean was up. Coarse sand patched tawny reef beneath. Strong ground-swell sucked, sent the grains swirling. 'Like snorkelling through a snowstorm,' he thought and grimly admitted he oughtn't be out there, skirting the drop-off where dumpers curled then crunched. But he and little Lizzie had to eat and he'd refused the dole. Every other deckhand signed on after local lobster grounds got re-zoned 'marine park'. Not him. Scrutinised like some criminal malingerer? Bugger that! No, he and his small daughter could survive on his dive skills. Fresh fish, if not directly consumed, were straight cash-in-hand exchange or top barter - if he could find them. Today, surrounded by sandy soup, that wouldn't be easy.
Simple but effective, his 'Hawaiian sling'. Pacific Islanders had used similar hand-spears for millennia. Firing rubber, looped twixt thumb and forefinger, got stretched along shaft, held, spear was aimed, released quick: 'Whack!'
Pinching nose, he kicked deeper. A large sweep's white-tipped tail showed, then vanished in the sand stir. He finned upwards, heart thumping double-time. Cramp crimped one thigh. Two strenuous hours gone - no result. Hitting choppy surface, he spouted, sucked air and shivered. Wetsuit was old, perforated, retained scant body heat, but Lizzie had priority over a new suit. Right now her principal need was nutrition. He must get a table fish.
How his precious little blondie loved her fillets. Right now, spoilt rotten by Faye, the trawlerman's widow, Lizzie was curled beside a fire, sucking thumb, twirling her salt-blonde silk locks and watching Disney videos... What did you call a child no longer a toddler but still needing cuddlesome reassurance? Bloody gorgeous. Sometimes he thought only his love of, and the love from this child, kept him sane.
He dived again, into a gap in the reef. Here the sea surged inshore like a flooding irrigation channel. Swept over writhing bull kelp, he glided into pond-like environs. Reef now formed a barrier to the outside breakers. At last he had fair visibility. Far below lay a sponge-and-weed-matted overhang. This, he knew, concealed a cave-like ledge where, on turbulent days, fish sometimes congregated.
Once more he tilted downward, finning rhythmically. Awkward movement might spook his one chance for a hit. Closing on the overhang, he drifted beneath. In the deep green half-light his eyes adjusted on an easy target.
Like fondling teenagers sprung by a cinema usher's torch, the two Butterfish all but froze. Lying nose to nose, tails fanned just enough to retain station against the algaed reef wall. Butterfish weren't prime eating but, at five kilos, the biggest meant many fishcakes. He fired - head shot, a clean kill.
Butterfish towed on his float-line, he swam shoreward. The surviving fish followed, shadowing, circling its dead mate, dreadful in its uncomprehending sorrow. He felt hollow as an empty shell.
An hour later that hollowness, like the Southern Ocean's coldness, persisted. He'd begun to fillet. Lizzie was studying the process. Head barely high as the low kitchen bench, Lizzie's own gaze met the fish's sightless one. Then, earnest sea-blue irises fixed upon her father's, she asked, 'Daddy, do fish cry?'
Life has its moments of truth. This was one.
After a sober minute between himself and the fish, he asked, 'Lizzie, you like baked beans, yeah?'
This didn't mean he would not cook the Butterfish. Its life taken, it must be eaten. Simply, never would he spear one fish of a mating pair ever again - even if, in its place, very ordinary fare had to be partaken.
Lizzie's face frowned in contemplation before she replied: 'But beans make me fart.' The pronouncement's solemnity, and the way she sucked her bottom lip after making it, was pure comedy. But aware of his child's sensitivity, he mustn't laugh. Suppressed mirth, however, generated warmth in a soul colder from transgressing one of nature's lesser laws: Thou shalt not destroy companionship.
'Hmmm alright,' he said with mock gruffness, 'how about two minute noodles?'
'Ooh yes,' responded Lizzie, guileless eyes shining like rock pools on a bright day, 'I love noodles!' A smile to turn any sinner saintly. Lizzie's slight arms encircled a thigh hardened by decades of driving swimfins against oceanic surge. Cuddling in she added, 'But daddy, I love you even lots more.'
In this moment a man, not a fish, found himself weeping.

James Cameron is the pseudonym of a writer who lives and works on the Limestone Coast in the south-east of South Australia. He has travelled extensively, from the Himalayas to the tropics. He is also an actor, taking character parts in some Australian movies and commercials. He once appeared on the TV series, 'Neighbours'. Jim's ambitions include: having his novel published, having one of his screenplays accepted for filming and spending some time in Antarctica. 'My Daddy's a Diver' is based on true events and observations made while Jim was a deep sea diver.

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Jumat, 03 Mei 2013

Rainbow Cake Kukus

Bahan :
- 200 gram tepung terigu
- 300 gram gula pasir
- 300 ml minyak goreng
- 8 butir telur
- 1/2 sdt vanili bubuk
- 1/2 sdt garam
- 1/2 sdt emulsifier
- Pewarna makanan ( merah, hijau, biru, ungu, kuning, jingga )
- Butter cream

Cara Membuat :
- Kocok 8 butir telur dan 300 gram gula pasir dengan menggunakan mixer hingga rata dan halus. Setelah itu masukkan 1 sdt emulsifier, 1/2 sdt vanili bubuk dan 1/2 sdt garam. Kocoklah semua campuran tadi hingga mengembang.
- Ambillah sedikit adonan diatas tadi, lalu letakkan pada mangkuk kecil dan campurkan dengan sedikit minyak goreng. Setelah itu aduklah hingga tercampur dengan merata, dan sisihkan.
- Masukkan 200 gram tepung terigu sedikit demi sedikit, lalu aduklah hingga rata.
- Setelah tercampur dengan rata, lalu masukkanlah adonan pertama yang telah di beri minyak, aduk hingga rata.
- Bagilah adonan menjadi 6 bagian pada tempat yang berbeda-beda, lalu berilah masing-masing adonan dengan pewarna makanan yang berbeda warna.
- Gunakan loyang dengan ukuran 24 x 12 cm atau loyang dengan sesuai keinginan sahabat, lapisi dengan kertas roti, lalu oleskan sedikit mentega. Setelah itu tuang adonan ke dalam loyang.
- Kukus adonan di dalam loyang tadi selama 20 menit, dan dinginkan.
- Beri alas pada bagian atas meja, baik itu kertas roti atau plastik lebar sebagai tempat untuk menyusun setiap adonan yang telah dikukus.
- Susun adonan dengan warna yang sahabat inginkan, setelah itu beri sedikit olesan butter cream pada setiap lapisannya.
- Jika sudah tersusun rapi, tutupilah semua bagian cake tadi dengan butter cream.
- Hiaslah dengan sedikit hiasan agar terlihat lebih menarik.

Source : Google

Cupcake Choclate

Bahan :
- 100 gram gula pasir
- 100 gram margarin, lelehkan 
- 75 gram coklat masak pekat, lelehkan
- 75 gram tepung teriguBahan :
- 100 gram gula pasir
- 100 gram margarin, lelehkan 
- 75 gram coklat masak pekat, lelehkan
- 75 gram tepung terigu
- 1/2 sendok teh cake emulsifier
- 1/2 sendok teh baking powder
- 12 endok makan susu bubuk
- 3 butir telur

Cara Membuat :
1. Kocok telur, gula pasir dan cake emulsifier hingga putih dan mengembang.
2. Kemudian tambahkan tepung terigu, susu bubuk dan baking powder sambil diayak dan diaduk-aduk hingga rata.
3. Masukkan margarin dan coklat yang telah dilelehkan, lalu aduk hingga rata.
4. Setelah itu tuang adonan tersebut ke dalama cetakan muffin yang telah dialasi dengan paper cup hingga 3/4 penuh.
5. Lalu kukuslah cetakan adonan tadi kurang lebih selama 15 menit hingga matang.
6. Angkat, dinginkan, dan cupcake siap untuk dihidangkan.

Source : Google

Kamis, 25 April 2013

JKT 48

          Yang suka JKT 48 siapa  ??? Mau tau lebih dekat dengan JKT 48 ? Yuk baca artikel ini ! ! !



Pendirian

Pembentukan JKT48 pertama kali diumumkan pada 11 September 2011 di sebuah acara AKB48 yang diadakan di Makuhari Messe di Chiba. Wawancara untuk peserta berlangsung pada akhir bulan September, dengan audisi final untuk finalis pada 8 Oktober 2011 - 9 Oktober 2011.
Dari 1.200 orang pelamar yang diwawancara, 51 pelamar lolos seleksi tahap kedua. Audisi tahap akhir berlangsung pada 2 November 2011. Setelah disaring kembali melalui tes menari "Heavy Rotation" dan menyanyikan lagu favorit, 28 orang peserta dinyatakan diterima. Produser Yasushi Akimoto datang ke Jakarta untuk melakukan seleksi. Ketika ditanya mengenai standar seleksi, Akimoto berkata: "Mengenai pemilihan anggota, ciri-ciri khas lokal tidak dijadikan bahan pertimbangan. Kami berpendapat bahwa pesona dari anak perempuan yang dapat kami dirasakan, di negara mana pun memiliki kesamaan. (Kami) memilih dengan lebih mementingkan kepribadian, sambil juga mempertimbangkan, kalau saja ada teman sekelas seperti anak ini, alangkah bagusnya."
Generasi pertama diperkenalkan pada 3 November 2011. Di antara 28 anggota, ada salah satu anggota yang berasal dari Jepang yang bernama Rena Nozawa yang tinggal di Jakarta.Produser Yasushi Akimoto mengatakan JKT48 akan menjadi jembatan persahabatan antara Indonesia dan Jepang.


JKT48 adalah grup idola asal Indonesia yang diproduseri oleh Yasushi Akimoto. Grup ini adalah grup saudari AKB48 pertama yang berada di luarJepang, dan berpusat di Jakarta. Grup ini mengadopsi konsep AKB48 yaitu "idola yang dapat anda jumpai setiap hari”. JKT48 mengadakan pertunjukan rutin hampir setiap hari di Teater JKT48, lantai 4 mal fX Sudirman, Jakarta.

Sumber : Wikipedia 

Minggu, 14 April 2013

                                                                                     Profilku


Hai ! ! ! Udah pada kenal aku belom  ? ? Kalau belom kenalan yuk  . . .

Nama Panjang : Karmenita Belinda Amat
Nama Panggilan : Karmen
Umur : 10 tahun ( mau ke sebelas sih . . . )
Tanggal dan tempat lahir : Purwokerto , 7 Oktober 2002
Sekolah : SD Palm Kids
Kelas : 5
Hobby : Memasak , Mengarang , Main komputer , Main .
Warna kesukaan : Biru , Ungu , Pink
Alamat rumah : Griya Satria Bantarsoka 


Facebook : Karmenita Belinda
Email : Karmenitabelinda@live.com
G-Mail : Karmenitabelinda@gmail.com
Blog : Karmenitabelinda.blogspot.com

Udah dulu ya bye - bye . . . .

Selasa, 09 April 2013

Resep Puding Buah Susu

           Puding dengan susu dan buah yang segar seperti stroberi , nanas  , melon , dan lain - lain pasti enak !  lumer di mulut rasanya . Cocok dinikmati bersama teman - teman dan keluarga .



           Bahan - bahannya :
1. 50 gram melonkuning , kupas , haluskan
2. 30 gram stroberi , dipotong iris tipis membujur
3 . 1/2 bungkus agar - agar warna putih
4. 1/2 sdt tepung maizena , cairkan dengan 1 sendok air matang
5. 1/2 sdt bubuk vanila
6. 3 sendok makan susu formula bubuk
7. 300 cc air

           Cara membuat :
1. Didihkan air bersama agar - agar sambil diaduk hingga agar - agar larut
2. Masukkan bubur melon kuning , tepung maizena dan bubuk vanila , aduk rata . Masak selama 2 menit, angkat , tambahkan susu , aduk rata
3. Tuang dalam cetakan , tambahkan potongan stroberi , dinginkan sampai keras
4. Sjikan bila sudah mengeras

Source : sajiankuliner.com





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