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It’s time to show some team spirit to your loved ones!

makes 6.

ingredients:

Caps:
☆2 cups Corn Chex® cereal
☆2 cups Gold Medal® all-purpose flour
☆1 package (1.25 oz) Old El Paso® taco seasoning mix
☆1/4 teaspoon baking powder
☆1/4 teaspoon garlic powder
☆1/2 cup shortening
☆1/2 cup warm water

Filling:
☆1/2 lb lean (at least 80%) ground beef (or imitation if you’re not a fan of meat)
☆3/4 cup shredded cheddar cheese (3 oz)
☆1 small chopped tomato (1/2 cup)
☆3/4 cup shredded lettuce

directions:
☆heat oven to 375°F. crush cereal. (to easily crush cereal, place in plastic bag or between sheets of waxed paper, and crush with rolling pin.)
☆in large bowl, mix crushed cereal, flour, 1 tablespoon of the taco seasoning mix, the baking powder and garlic powder.  ☆cut in shortening until mixture looks like coarse crumbs.
☆gradually stir in water, mixing well to form soft dough. (if dough is too dry, add more water, 1 tablespoon at a time.)
☆divide dough into 2 equal parts; cover with damp towel until ready to use.
☆roll out dough, 1 part at a time, on lightly floured surface to 1/16-inch thickness.
☆cut into six 4-inch rounds.
☆place each round of dough in each of 6 ungreased regular muffin cups in 12-cup muffin pan, alternating cups and making sure dough is even with rim of cup on one side of each. on opposite side of each, extend dough over rim and press firmly for “bill of cap.” press dough firmly and evenly onto bottom and sides of cup.
☆bake 13 to 17 minutes or until golden brown. carefully remove from muffin cups to cooling rack. repeat with remaining dough.
☆meanwhile, in 10-inch nonstick skillet, cook beef with remaining taco seasoning mix over medium heat, stirring occasionally, until browned and thoroughly cooked.  
☆drain.
☆fill each cap with beef mixture, shredded cheese, tomato and lettuce.

Enjoy every single bite while cheering for your favorite team on TV!

David Lang’s two children, George, 8, and Sarah, 11, were playing in the yard when Lang and his wife came out of the vine-covered brick house. He spoke to the children and then started walking out across the pasture. At this time, Judge August Peck, and Lang’s brother-in-law came driving up the lane in a buggy. The judge saw Lang in the field and was about to call out to him when it happened.
Lang vanished from the face of the earth.
One minute he was standing in an open field with no trees, stones, or fences. The next, he was simply gone. Lang’s wife and the two men immediately ran to the spot to check that he might have fallen through a hole in the ground. There was no such hole. Mrs. Lang went hysterical and was taken into the house. Neighbors were called out to help, scores of people searched the field, but to no avail. A surveyor and geologist examined the field and found limestone bedrock a few feet underground without a single fracture in it. For a month the search carried on. All the Lang servants quit in fear. A year later, the grass where Land was standing had grown high and thick in a circle 20’ in diameter. No farm animal would graze there, and it seemed free of insects.
One day in August, 1881, Sarah and George approached the green circle and called out “Father, are you anywhere around?” They repeated the question 4 times. Hearing no answer, they began to walk away…when they heard a faint cry for help from out of nowhere. Quickly, the children ran to get their mother and pulled her outside. They called to their father again. And he answered. For several days, the family returned, and each day when they called, the answering voice became fainter, until finally there was no response at all.

we were ‘oh so’ little.
we were ‘oh so’ innocent.
we were so much different.
we had so small ideas of what was waiting out there.

i miss having those unrealistic ambitions.
those blurry dreams we thought so close.
when everything seemed so easy to accomplish.
when it was so easy to blame our parents to be such cowards.

i miss when calling with payphones was only 25¢ and not 50¢.
i miss when it was VCR and not DVD.
i miss when it was Canal Famille and not Vrak TV.
i miss when it was Fun Dips and not cocaine.

do you remember picking out the strawberries from your front lawn?
do you remember walking in, your grand parents complaining of closing the door?
do you remember playing on the streets, careless of cars?
do you remember thinking of our Great Love?

well all i know now is that there’s no strawberries growing anymore.
all i know is that no one greets me in when i come over.
all i know is that the only time we get out is to smoke a fag on your sidewalk.
all i know is that i cry when he’s hitting you.


11 years, dear love.
11 years and i want the first one to come back so badly.

i miss having our dads as comon heroes.
i miss when the lyrics of S Club 7 meant nothing but good rythm.
i miss when crying was something you did when you’d fall on something sharp.

i love you Amelie.
you’ll never know how much i really do.

-written in 2008