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I have found true love! In the form of Mennonitegirlscancook I mean, seriously, these recipes look deliciously awesome. My mother told me I should use up some of our strawberries… so I searched strawberry. And found this beauty-


  • 1 1/4 cups chocolate wafer crumbs
  • 1/4 cup butter, melted

Combine melted butter and crumbs.  Press on bottom of 9-inch spring form pan. (I just used a regular pie pan, I’m not that fancy)


  • 3 oz. / 85 gr. package strawberry flavoured gelatin
  • 1 envelope Knox unflavoured gelatin
  • 1 cup boiling water
  • 15 oz. (about 1 1/2 cups) frozen sliced strawberries
  • 8 oz. / 250 grams cream cheese
  • 2/3 cup icing (confectioner’s) sugar
  • 2 cups whipping cream
  •  Chocolate hearts & strawberries for garnish
  1. Mix gelatin powders together in a bowl.  Add boiling water and stir to dissolve.  Mix in partially thawed strawberries.  Chill until syrupy.
  2. Beat cream cheese and icing sugar together until smooth.
  3. Whip cream until stiff.  Fold into cream cheese mixture.
  4. Fold in thickened strawberry jello mixture.
  5. Pour over prepared crust.
  6. Chill for several hours before serving.
  7. Garnish with chocolate curls or hearts and fresh strawberries, if desired. (You can make chocolate shavings by taking a chocolate bar and peeling it with a vegetable peeler- it makes lovely garnish. I used dark chocolate 😀 )

Serves 10-12.

*Em’s notes- I had some issues at first but they all worked themselves out. I had trouble folding the cream cheese into the whipping cream- there were still chunks of cream cheese in the end result, but you couldn’t taste it or anything so it wasn’t a huge disaster- you wouldn’t be able to tell except for the fact that the chunks of cream cheese remained white while the rest is pink. I’m not quite sure how to avoid that- it’s really hard to get rid of chunks when you’re folding… Also I left the gelatin mixture in the fridge too long, and it turned to jello… obviously… so I microwaved it and rechilled it. There was almost too much filling for the pie pan, but it just barely fit without spilling! Everything worked out in the end, though, and it’s quite a light, deliciously fluffy desert!


Gambling. What’s the big appeal? I don’t understand it. I can always use a little spare cash, so when I found a gambling study that paid its participants, I jumped for it. I know I know, I’m kind of disgracing Mennonites everywhere, and I really shouldn’t gamble, but its not my money I’m gambling, right? It’s for science! I feel like those Amish teens that go out into the world to taste it for themselves during Rumspringa- since coming to university I’ve gambled, played paintball, drank (one daquiri, but still) and gone roof running, which is illegal. But gambling is definitely not my thing; I’m glad the study is over. I had to play a slot machine for about a half hour and then listen to sounds to see how I responded to the sounds used in the slot machine. The slot machine part was just as boring as staring at a little white cross and listening to short sound clips while strapped up to a heart rate monitor to judge my level of arousal caused by the gambling sounds.

But let me tell you, the two hours I wasted doing this study were two of the most boring hours of my life. I personally don’t find it all that exciting to watch lobsters roll around the screen, hoping that some of them line up so that I get back a little tiny portion of the vast amounts of points I wasted trying to win more points. It didn’t feel like I was winning anything, but just trying to minimize the damage to my wallet. Now, truthfully, it wasn’t my money and I got paid afterward, but still. And lobsters? Really? What? What is up with that?

And plus, it’s just plain confusing. There are apparently 15 different lines you can play, and I was playing all of them. But they confused me so much! I would get 3 lobsters in a row, right in the middle of the screen, and it wasn’t worth any points. How does that make sense? It doesn’t. So there are lines going every which way in a highly unintuitive manner and I really don’t know how the heck anyone would keep track of them. I think I hate lobsters now.

I just felt like a vegetable. Some mindless thing just sitting there, staring vacantly at a screen pushing a single button over and over and over again. I hated it. Who would want to feel like that, desperately hoping for money they know they’re not gonna get? I lost money both times. The chances of winning money are not very high, I’m afraid. How could people be stupid enough to think gambling is actually profitable?

So don’t you worry. This little Mennonite girl isn’t going rouge… quite yet.

So here I am. Doing something I swore I never would- writing a blog. Blogs are for lame people who want to rant about their lives; no one actually wants to read them. No one would actually waste their precious time reading about my life. They have lives of their own. Occasionally there are funny blogs that are insightful and well written, but most are just cries for attention. So I guess this is me, saying HEY WORLD, HERE I AM!

If you’re bothering to read this, you might want to know who I am. Well, basically, I’m an unpatriotic American who’s going to University in Canada to study peace and conflict studies, wants to become fluent in Spanish, is an avid Mennonite, has a perverted mind, plays clarinet, and loves to bake. I know that most of those things aren’t really cohesive, but I’m not exactly a cohesive person.

So here I am. First term of university. Trying to figure out what the heck I’m doing. What entertains me the most is finding out Canadian-isms, such as take a note, write an exam, marks, washroom, keener, university, smarties and rockets, the grading system, sketch, writing an exam, lip chap, pop, and more. I can’t wait to go home and start rattling off Canadian slang to the bewilderment of my poor American friends. But goodness knows I won’t be seeing them anytime soon.

Oh, and another thing; I’m completely logical. Like a robot. Or, at least, that’s what I want to make myself believe. If it weren’t for freaking hormones and a boy who I always happen to follow walking up the stairs who wears slim, very flattering pantss, I’d be fantastic. And the fact that my brain picks out his voice from across the room, completely incongruous with my logical decision to ignore him. Even though I recognize him as ridiculously immature and annoying. And taken. Damn emotions.

But yea, the majority of my life is spent shoving emotions down, or trying to justify their existence mentally. It’s a fun life let me tell you. But I don’t really know how else to live, so this is how it’s gonna be. And I’m completely happy with it. I mean, who wants to run around being controlled by things as temperamental and fleeting as emotions? Yea they may feel good for a while, but they’re usually completely wrong and foolish. They’re overrated. And they’ve gotten me into way too much trouble before.

What day is it again?

July 2018
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