Blåbärspaj

Jag och mamma bakade blåbärspaj igår! Mums! Mamma plockade blåbär när hon var i stugan, en hel hink! Så då passade vi på att baka två(!) pajer.

Receptet fick jag av min chef när jag sommarjobbade, jag och Michaela bakade rabarberpaj!
Så receptet funkar lika bra till blåbär som till rabarber och säkert äpple och allt annat man kan tänka sig göra paj av!


Blåbärspaj (Recept för långpanna, jag gjorde i en mindre form och då tog jag helt enkelt bara hälften av allt)
- 750g smör
- 6dl socker
- 4msk vaniljsocker
- 2tsk bakpulver
- 15dl vetemjöl

Blanda alla ingredienserna, är degen inte tillräckligt smulig så addera lite mer mjöl.
Smöra en form och smula ner 50 % av degen strö sedan ner bären och sedan resten av degen. 40 minuter i ugnen på 200 grader.

Vår blåbärspaj!

Billy Talent

As I get closer, my dreams get farther
I climb that ladder, but you kick it over
Thirsty for water, you give me vinegar
When I drink your medicine, it just makes me sicker

I dug a hole so deep
I'm gonna drown in my mistakes
Can't even sell my soul
'Cause it ain't worth shit to take

I got the devil on my shoulder (over and over)
And I just can't sink any lower (lower and lower)
The hounds of hell are getting closer (closer and closer)
I got the devil on my shoulder (over and over)

Follow the rainbow, my lucky omen
There ain't no pot of gold, just copper tokens
I found the key to life, the lock was broken
All my accomplishments, are best left unspoken

I dug a hole so deep
I'm gonna drown in my mistakes
Can't even sell my soul
'Cause it ain't worth shit to take

I got the devil on my shoulder (over and over)
And I just can't sink any lower (lower and lower)
The hounds of hell are getting closer (closer and closer)
I got the devil on my shoulder (over and over)

My horror story is nearly over
I said I'm sorry, but I was sober
I beg for mercy from my infernal friend
The one that drops the nails into my coffin



Tom Felton (Feltbeats)


Bon Jovi

On the street where you live girls talk about their social lives
They're made of lipstick, plastic and paint, a touch of sable in their eyes
All your life all you've asked when's your Daddy gonna talk to you
You were living in another world tryin' to get your message through.

No one heard a single word you said.
They should have seen it in your eyes
What was going around your head.

Ooh, she's a little runaway.
Daddy's girl learned fast
All those things he couldn't say.
Ooh, she's a little runaway.

A different line every night guaranteed to blow your mind
I see you out on the streets, call me for a wild time
So you sit home alone 'cause there's nothing left that you can do
There's only pictures hung in the shadows left there to look at you

You know she likes the lights at nights on the neon Broadway signs
She don't really mind, it's only love she hoped to find


Green Day

Little girl, little girl
Why are you crying?
Inside your restless soul
Your heart is dying

Little one, little one
Your soul is purging
Of love and razor blades
Your blood is surging

Runaway
From the river to the street
And find yourself with your face in the gutter
You're a stray for the salvation army
There is no place like home
When you got no place to go


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