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Amber Brooke

This is the place where I write about stuff.

I’VE GONE AND MOVED MY BLOG AGAIN. FORGOT TO TELL ANYONE HERE. 
IT’S NOW WWW.AMBERBROOKE-PHOTOGRAPHY.COM/BLOG

Thank you :)

I’VE GONE AND MOVED MY BLOG AGAIN. FORGOT TO TELL ANYONE HERE. 

IT’S NOW WWW.AMBERBROOKE-PHOTOGRAPHY.COM/BLOG

Thank you :)

Wild Magic

Wild Magic

I make my own chocolate.

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I don’t eat many carbs due to the diet I am following, but I LOVE chocolate, so I decided to make some chocolate on my own. It’s all natural, uses a very healthy oil, real butter, stevia, and cocoa, but the best parts are that it’s SO easy and only has 6-8 carbs for the ENTIRE batch. It’s dark which is the healthiest for you too! I prefer a lot of dark things….chocolate, coffee,  I burn lots of stuff too if that counts.

Here are a closer look at the ingredients:

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Now, here’s the easiest part. The recipe that I make.

3 Tablespoons of Coconut oil

1 Tablespoon of (Unsalted preferrably) Butter

4 Tablespoons of Cocoa Powder

2 packets of Stevia

Put the Coconut Oil and Butter (I only had salted, and this gave me a saltier chocolate…not my preference but still good) into a microwavable bowl and heat for about 20 seconds. This should melt only the butter. Mix the butter and Coconut oil together until smooth. Add Cocoa Powder and stevia, then mix with a fork until smoother! You can put things on or in it too. 

You can pour it into a small tub and cut into chunks or do like I do and pour a little bit into the bottoms of a mini cupcake pan to get buttons!

Set in the fridge or freezer for about 20 mins and it should be all good! 

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Thats my pan, in case you didn’t know.

ANDDD voila. Chocolate. It’s dark tasting, healthy and because of the Coconut Oil its smooth like the center of a Lindt chocolate (YUM) unlike most dark chocolate you can buy that are chalky, have unwanted additives + tons of sugars and unhealthy fats.

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A before and after on this one!

A before and after on this one!

Okay so I’m REALLY bad at this blogging thing. I think it might be ADD or something because even when I think of anything to blog…I forget it. 

LIKE, WHAT DOES ONE BLOG ABOUT? I could blog about how this morning I really wanted to sleep in, but I needed to pee so bad, I couldn’t?
Maybe you can relate…..but no, I’m weird enough. 

I have been looking for my own wedding photographer. One that’s similar to my style, or one that has a style I hope to achieve. Been having tons of luck. I came across rayoflightphotography.ca an amazing photography duo, Apryl and Dave. Here’s their blog where they post photos almost daily! blog.rayoflightphotography.ca Not only are they incredibly helpful in any way you can imagine, but they have an amazing blog and most importantly amazing work. Definitely deserves checking out.

Anyway, I connected with Apryl and Dave and we’ve been chatting. I’m more inspired to keep my blog more now. More inspired to really develop my style, and most of all more inspired to shoot! 

Thank you both, you’re both truly amazing. 


Thanks for reading, here’s my straw stealing monster.

HYSTERICS.

 Ah so to start with my morning, the chihuahua, Chewie decided it was a fabulous idea to bite my kitten….and as you can imagine, mama bird (Me) was angry as all hell. I mean that’s my baby. I ran after the little dog (He knew very well what he did because he just loves to bite other animals) down the stairs, caught him yelled at him and put him outside the basement window in a fit of rage. More rage than I care to admit. I leave and go back upstairs to process more photos. Calm.

 Minutes passed….and up the stairs Micheal flew, exclaiming I had spilled left over wine on his new laptop in my fit (Openin the window to be exact). HYSTERICS ENSUED. Now, you don’t understand. Micheal is the most calm, caring, and patient dude on this planet. He’s like my very own Mahatma Gandhi. So as you can imagine, he did nothing to cause these feels of mine. I cried and cried…he stood there bewildered, not moving an inch…maybe scared. He has no idea what’s going on in my head. WHY the heck was I crying?! I screeched at the poor man to leave me to sulk alone at the table with my tissues. He slowly obliged…probably out of fear. I don’t blame him. 

 Minutes passed…I’ve stopped crying and I feebly make a cry out to Micheal. He’s under the impression I’m still upset at myself and yells out from the depths of the basement. “WHAT?!”…”I need a hug”…

  Seconds passed….and Micheal is nearing me for that hug I need. I turn to embrace him…while doing so I knock my absolute favorite, double walled glass tea mug he bought me for Christmas off the table. I kid you not…and it of course did not survive the fall. I  can say survive because I then cried as if it had a life. HYSTERICS, again. Worse this time because of the double whammy of crappiness I was just dealt. But I got my hug, and I have another mug just like it…a set of two you see…

 In all fairness, I’m being -extra- stereotype PMS woman today, but boy, Micheal has got to be given an award of manliness or “I live with Amber Brooke and I haven’t been emitted into a psych ward yet” plaque. He’s my hero, greatest love, and even when I lose myself over small things he’s there to make life into a happy place again….without wine stained laptops, broken glass and bitten kitties. 

I’m so lucky.

 

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