We asked grok to modify the original recipe Because we realized that we didn't have enough cream cheese. Instead of a traditional spring-form pan, we used this one with the bottom flat bottom piece that comes out. Out of the oven and cooled off, we then slid a knife gently around the edge to free it, placed a plate on the top and flipped the cheesecake out and then flipped it over again, so the crust was down on the plate. We left that center part of the pan underneath the cheesecake. Easier than possibly jacking it up by trying to take it off.

This recipe is from one of my best-girls's grandmothers. Grandma Annie was an orphan. Annie and her sister were adopted in ny...wayyy back. Then their adoptive parents died and the remaining family gave them the boot . Talk about a hard-knock life, eh? But they did okay enough. Well enough to leave the legacy of a great cheesecake recipe. Little Annie's recipe does not include a graham cracker crust. I love a good crust, so we gave ours a crust But graham crackers, if you can find them in South America, they are going to be stupid expensive because norteños are assumed to be rich. We improvised therefore, with some "cinnamon cookies." We also had leftover homemade mascarpone cheese, so we used a mix of that and cream cheese, cream cheese Eggs from my own chickens... Not enough cream cheese for a full recipe...uhoh We asked grok to adapt it to a smaller pan.. But it looked like not enough to fill the pan.. So we added half again as much of everything. Macarons has a higher moisture content than regular old cream cheese and we didn't account for that.. So en the to was very broken.. But the jiggle was still quite liquid, we stopped the baking... And then I i remembered... Cheesecake must cool for at least 8 hours before cutting and eating... So 4a.m. ish Cheesecake for breakfast!!! I'll write tomorrow and let you know how it came out And also include what was our final adapted recipe with crust, etcetera..... IF it is worth reproducing this experiment.

Some enjoy chewing on skulls; not me. Lobinho, si. I like to hang them up in the trees. They feel like watchers, guardians maybe Or just skulls The goat, she was my friend. I didn't want to harvest her. And she was slim still, for it. It was 'for my birthday.' We ate my friend Well, only some of her. I prefer not to even tell people when it's my birthday. My mother said I have a thick skull A hard skull It doesn't feel that way My skull feels porous Too open My heart as well My spirit also

Thanks @nikv for identifying the yellow slime mold, nowadays classified as a Protist... I haven't seen a slime mold in so long, that I didn't have a cell phone It looks nothing like scrambled eggs to me, nor any dog barf I've seen thankfully. Now "Flowers of Tan," is a nickname that I can get behind. Decaying bark rich in tannins, provide the ideal environment for this saprophyte, giving rise to the name. But it is not a true mold. Fuligo Septica as it is called, is a Protist of the class Myxomycetes. The yellow pigment fuligorubin A in which this specimen is abundant, has the awesome capacity to chelate metals into inactive forms. Much more akin to an amoeba than a fungus, Fuligo septica digests its food by encapsulating them with pseudopodia. Whereas fungi have cell walls and digest their food with exoenzymes prior to their ingestion... Fuligo septica are a plasmodium or a protoplasmic gob of goo with only a cell membrane. Its preferred eats are mostly bacteria. The fruiting bodies of Fuligo septica are usually no larger than 2 mm. What luck to find these ones, a good 5 mm tall...Arent' they incredible lit up in the night by my spectacular little flashlight.Next they produce spores which germinate to form myxamoebae or flagella

There is so much good news, really. I mean, just look at these three all together! That is a win Lobinho and Lila have been in love from day one. They do this all day, every day. But whereas Lovey was previously on his rope or his dog-run, barking at them angrily all day and practically frothing at the mouth...and when he got free a few times, attacked poor Lobinho, alhtough not viciously, to be fair. He wanted to make Lobinho get back to "his own territory," but he never broke his skin. Still it was very scary. And sad. So now, they play and run all toghether. And Lovey is more calm and is not aggressive towards me. He grabbed my littlest chicken the other day. And while that is very very not good...He also let her go and let me take her, when I chastised and ordered him, rather than growling at me. Progress?? My difficulty now and what has him spending more time tied again the past four days, which I do not want to do...is that he is taking liberties and running off onto other peoples' land, which he very must not. It seems like walking with a lead every morning will be useful in helping to educate him as to what are his limits, his territory. I just have to be consistent, which is difficult. But for now I have to focus on the wins. Telling you about them does help me to do that. So, thanks for reading. Thanks for being interested.

These are photographs taken over the week of the development of this gorgeous Mycelium growing on a fallen tree. Estas son fotografías tomadas a lo largo de la semana del desarrollo de este magnífico micelio que crece en un árbol caído. I'm not finding my way way to identify it. I forgot my phone earlier today, when i wanted to photograph it again.. I'll get more photos tomorrow.. No encuentro la manera de identificarlo. Olvidé mi teléfono hoy temprano, cuando quería fotografiarlo de nuevo .. Voy a conseguir más fotos mañana ..