HOMEMADE POTATO ONION LATKA

This is a favorite recipe for breakfast in my family.
Latka is a Jewish word for a potato pancake.It is
simple and taste very good. Hope that you enjoy this.

Home Made Potato Onion Latka


6-large red potato's peeled & grated
1- large Spanish onion grated 
1- large egg
4 -Tablespoons of plain flour
Pinch of salt & pepper
Oil for frying ( I like Wesson-vegetable)


Peel potato's and grate them small in a bowl. Squeeze out all of 
the potato juice till almost dry and then set aside. Peel onion and
grate also ,squeezing out the onion juice. Add to potato's.
Beat egg and add to potato & onions, and then add flour.
Mix well. If still too moist add more flour. Heat oil in fry pan
(I like black iron skillet ) to medium-medium-low heat. Drop
by tablespoons into oil and flatten just a little. Brown on each side.
Salt and pepper to taste. Serve with applesauce & sour cream.


Prep Time: 10 minutes
Cook Time: 10 minutes
Servings:  6-8
Yummy Rating:  10+
Variations: add garlic or green pepper shredded,  use an egg substitute 


Recipe by: Rebekah Owens 

Visions

Wings of passion stretch forth my visions

Out into a fiery grave of marked graves

Long does the journey seem to be with it’s arches

Wanting that re-verbiage but not yet so

White blood gown upon my body represents life is

Not all that clean nor perfect

Stretching forth my hands grasping for what is there

Making noises of acoustic pitches in the air

Screaming at the echoes

Turning cameras round and round making you dizzy

Fly above the mountains with the dragon hearts

Have the winds breeze my hair with dew

Touch me with lightning strikes so that I can be reborn

Into the vastness of the dungeons below

Fighting with my Armour

For I will cut you strong and win

For I am a Princess Warrior

I will not accept defeat

So lay your weapon down

And beg for mercy

Plead your case

And if, it be worthy

I will let you live

Rebekah Owens

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1@2011

Reflections-snoitcelfeR

Reflections of what was

Time as it was before

Time as it is now

Windows that will open

The future is yet a paint brush

Reflecting the whisks of  each movement

Dare I see myself  as who I am now

Waiting, longing for a perfect  view

Of what was, has now been lost

Of what is, will yet be revealed

Of what the future brings

How it reflects  out of the mirror you have

Making life what it is, what it can be

Hopeful for a brighter future

As you stare at your own reflections of life

Contemplation of a dream you were in

Loving what was, and never forgetting

Reflections looked at, in the right direction

Will go on forever

And maybe, there will be a reflection besides me

Rebekah Owens

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1@2010

Carpet Thoughts

Through the mouth of babes the day is winding and long

Each moment passing slowly,minutes ticking and loud

Walking down a path not yet known but to see the roads

At a distance with many trees swaying in the wind

Hearing the sounds of the earth bringing some kind of comfort

No pats on my back for good luck, no luck on this journey

I move forward into a time I have yet not created

Grabbing for shirts I have left behind with stains

Not wanting to throw them away but keep them close

Just the same, folded in the corner to remember my coals

My smoking gun still leaves residue on the carpet

Brown does it seem , not to vanish so I can remember

No desire to wash the memories

But to repair the  plush beneath my feet

Slowly with time my heart drags deep

Making my journey long with maybe a happy ending

To fix my brown stains and have them happy once again

True sorrow never dies but lives forever to prove

Themselves once more , never-ending

Rebekah Owens

l@2009

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Songs of Solomon

So sweet is my  love I can taste him on my  lips

The whisper of his voice  in my ears till  I sleep

His caress  of  his finger tips as they glide

Softly down my arms

Bringing goose bumps to my skin

Satisfied  as he breaths on my neck I can feel the heat

His cuddle squeezes me so tight

My legs between his, makes me cozy and safe

Making me smile as I lay there next to him

The joys I feel cannot be expressed with my words

But the  pounding of my heart with his

I feel it in my  breast

I would climb the mountain tops and shout

And scream with such happiness

His name clutters   my brain

I cannot think straight

Nervously I giggle and laugh

When he speaks to me

No matter how many times

He says I Love You

I will not be  tired of it

And when we kiss our tongues meet softly

Passion will raise high

Touching his hair send ‘s shivers  down my spine

I will wait forever for my true love

I want to be his constant shadow

Making every move that he does

My hands will only  caress his body

Kissing his earlobe gently

To have our hands clasp tightly

Never wanting to let go

I hurt inside while hes  away

Staring at his picture I  weep with happiness

How can a love be so strong

You can feel it there

It over powers you both

Making you weak till you cecum

Drawn like a magnet that cannot be pulled apart

My tears flow with such happiness

No one can understand how it feels

Unless they themselves have been in love

And feel the power that it has

Only wanting to share with each other

What they can give to each other

And that is themselves

Rebekah Owens

| ©2009

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No Matter What They Say

I am beautiful no matter what they say. Christina Aguilera  says that pretty much in a nut shell.
So I did a lil music video of my expressions on this subject. Words can hurt if you let them.
If some people can't handle me,then that is their problem. that makes me a few stars ahead of
the game. Haters hate, to make themselves feel better about themselves.Which is sad.
So hope you enjoy my video I put together. and remember, no matter what they say,

"YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL" Blessing  2-U till the morrow 8)

Life in a Tree

Yep that's me in a tree.  Feeling the leaves,climbing. Maybe I'm
 like Jane without a Tarzan. actually I think Jane is a very independent ,ahh tree lady?
Of course tree's are like suppose to be our friends and such aren't they?
Where ever nature is I am, most likely going to be there you see.
Trees not only provide beauty,but oxygen and fruits of some kind.
Does that make me a nutty person? LOL  Well, maybe I kinda am a lil-bit :)

Life in a tree is what? Too me I am vibrate at times and shed my
leaves at others. My bark peels if not watered enough. I can
stand tall or hover beneath my branches.

Life in a tree, is flowing with the wind , when it blows. Making bends when I need too  in my life.
It is never a sure thing see.
Mother nature provides tree for us to enjoy,such as ourselves. They need care. Someone to talk to them. Ask to take fruit from them & then say thanks. You will be  surprised at how well a tree will grow & produce for you.
Life in a tree is most often forgotten. Only when you need shade you are glad. Only when you need food are you wanting.
A piece of decoration that most can chop down without any thought. Just like people who treat other people
without any thought. When they want you, you are a beautiful tree. But soon as your shade is gone they
will chop you down without thinking . Dig you up and get a prettier tree.

So life in a tree is yet a daily challenge. Wake up too the sun,shake with the rain & house many a bird poo  on my branches. Yet I stand tall &proud to be a tree. Firm in my foundations & hold strong to the universe that I must depend on each day.

So stand tall in your tree,where ever that maybe. Life in a tree is more beautiful than any one could ever imagine. Grow yourself a few more branches. Share your fruit of service to others so that mother nature can give back too you. Yes life in a tree is indeed just that. I rest from my cares each day so the sun will
shine on me and make me smile just once more.
Blessing to you & thank you for reading my Blog. Till the morrow :)