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 Hey guys and galls! Amelia here, As you all probably know, I’m a horse back rider. Horses tie with dogs for my favorite animals, and if I could I would ride all day everyday :)  So here we go!

  The Science of Macarons Although the flavors and textures of the French* Macaron may be difficult to even the best bakers, they are made from a very simple mixture of confectioners sugar, almond flour, beaten egg whites and granulated sugar. So how come macarons are so finicky? They have perfectly simple ingredients! We’re about to find out! Let’s do a quick macaron anatomy lesson:  “Macarons, a sweet almond-based confection notable for its smooth tops, ridged edges and unique texture, have become all the rage in popular culture, however the science behind them is a rather sensitive, finicky process that goes unbeknownst to many,” ( Yale Scientific.org ).  “Despite the simple ingredients, the technicality behind the making of the macaron explains why the price tag is so high,”  Plainly stated, the science behind macarons relies heavily on the balance of the ingredients and the protein structure of the egg whites. Unlike traditional cookies, the base ingredient of a macaron is the egg

  “Oh my GOSH Juli! Why do you have to be so SECRETIVE? One minute your all happy while we are talking, the next you look like your gonna explode? And don’t try the whole ‘I’m homeschooled’ thing on me! What could be so big you can’t tell us? Your best friends?” My best friend, Ellie McGuire yells angrily at me.  “Ellie-” I start, my light caramel skin flushing darker as I try to control myself. We stand in Ellie’s yard, my other friends Tina Froe and Niki Coron stand behind Ellie. Tina and Niki glare at me as Ellie interrupts me. “Don’t ELLIE me!” Ellie growls. “Yah. You need to tell us or leave us! Friends don’t keep secrets!” Tina says, her quiet, normally kind voice seething with anger. “Mmm-hmmm. Why can’t you tell us? It’s not like your some ALIEN!” Niki scoffs. Now it’s my turn to interrupt. “Did you ever think that maybe I can’t tell you because I’m not allowed to?”  “Best friends break rules for each other, Jul.” Tina says, a frown on her normally joyful face. I’m beyond angry

 Hi everybody, Amelia here, and I am going to share with you my favorite quesadilla recipe. It’s really simple, but I figured I would add a new recipe to the blog.  Heat the stovetop to medium-high, adjusting based on your stove’s capabilities Put a small amount of butter (about 1/2 a tablespoon) in the heating pan and spread it around While the pan is heating up, put together your quesadilla On top of your tortilla, spread a generous amount of cheese. Then, if you would like, you can spread meat around on top of that (you can chop up lunch meat, or use some sort of shredded meat). Next, this is also optional, you can spread re-fried beans on the other tortilla After you’ve assembled the quesadilla fully, you can put it in the pan With a large spatula, flip the quesadilla when it is starting to get a light brown on the tortilla Depending on your preferences, cook it until it is anywhere from a whitish brown to a dark brown. Flip it onto a plate, and you’ve got a delicious, cheesy, amaz

 Hey guys, Amelia here. Sorry if I’m sort of mooching off of Naomi’s idea, but I’ve decided to share a chapter a week from a short novel that I am writing called “My Mind - My World”. It’s about a girl named Juli with ‘powers’. I’m going to try to post it every Wednesday-Thursday. Hope you enjoy! Introduction My chances are slim, but I can’t let that stop me. It’s escape or death. And I’m not ready to die. I stand alone in my cell. The door is open. I can go out. Guards pace the halls with tazers, but that’s no problem for me. A thought is all it would take to get rid of them. I sit down on my bed. Then I get up and sit down again. I just have to act normal. I have to act as if I am going out to the yard. I know that the court will want to kill me. One of my visions told me that. But I don’t blame the court. I’m different, too powerful. It’s human instinct to dispose of the unknown. I should stay here. I shouldn’t escape. I am already accused of breaking the law, why should I do it aga

 Hello, Everyone! I had a crazy idea for a new series we could do here on LLR! I will post a new segment of a story I am writing in Language Arts sometimes and you all can finish it! Sort of like a writing prompt. Maybe once you finish the story you can send it in to us using the send it in feature on the home screen! Let’s go! Most people think my family is weird. And rightfully so - my older brother can go back in time 3 minutes every time he sneezes. My little sister can control the weather. My father can make rows and rows and rows of canned memories and my mother is practically perfect in every way - you know, like Mary Poppins. But I’m perfectly ordinary. Lame, right? My whole family gets super cool ‘powers’ and I’m the only one without them. Well I might have thought that a little while ago, but ever since I went on an epic trip last month, I’ve never been the same. And that’s where this story starts. Stay healthy, stay safe and keep living life random! Until next time, Naomi