~ Lane ~ Recipe

How to make it

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• ~ Cake ~
• Mix as any cake,and bake in three layers
• ~ Filling ~
• Beat yolks,add other ingredients,mixing well.Cook in double boiler until thick.Spread filling between layers,frost the cake with white icing made of sugar,white corn syrup,salt,water,two egg whites,vanilla,cook over moderately low heat,and stir several times,to dissolve sutara,over moderate heat boil until syrup spins a thread,just before this is done,beat egg whites until they hold soft peaks,the beat about half the syrup into the beaten whites,place pan in a pan with hot water off the heat to keep warm,continue beating egg white mixutre until thick...Frost Lane Cake
• ~ The day of...The Daddy Of Them All ~
• The grey sky stretched far and wide overheard in Cheyenne.The rain had been relentless for days,rendering the boots in the arena to be ankle deep in muddy muck,but this lanky...5' 11"...145 pound cowboy with that infectious smile,and the number 267 was up in chute number 7,and all ready to take care of business on that July day...
• The draw was called...His challenge would be that one ton longhorn brindle bull by the name of 'Takin' Care Of Business'.Lane nodded his head and with that all familiar call..."OK boys,OK boys" the gate swung open and Lane held tight.He matched every spin,turn,lunge,jump,that this massive beast of pure muscle could master.
• When the 8 seconds was up, Lane let go of the rope and rolled to his left to let this beast be...but just as his feet hit the mud his boots slipped and he fell forward.The stompin',snortin' ton of fury had pivoted in Lane's direction and was pounding toward him before he could get out of the way the horn of the bull struck Lane in his left side.He stood waving his hand for help,but collapsed to the ground as the fury of the beast bucked over.The power of the blow to Lane had broken his ribs and stopped his heart.
• This young man had a good heart,knew no stranger,worked hard,and was always welling to help.
• He's loss is felt everytime I see a cowboy hit the ground in a Rodeo Arena.
• ~ World Champion ~
• http://youtu.be/W0RthSr3l0Y ( July In Cheyenne...Aaron Watson )
• http://youtu.be/sWsZJdJf0Xk ( The Dance...Lane Frost )
• ~ Legacy of the Rodeo Man ~
• There's a hundred years of history and a hundred before that
• All gathered in the thinkin' goin' on beneath his hat.
• And back behind his eyeballs and pumpin' through his veins
• Is the ghost of every cowboy that ever held the reins.
• Every coil in his lasso's been thrown a million times
• His quiet concentration's been distilled through ancient minds.
• It's evolution workin' when the silver scratches hide
• And a ghostly cowboy chorus fills his head and says, "Let's ride."
• The famous and the rowdy, the savage and the sane
• the bluebloods and the hotbloods and the corriente strain
• All knew his mother's mothers or was it his daddy's kin
• 'Til he's nearly purely cowboy, born to ride and bred to win.
• He's got Buffalo Bill Cody and Goodnight's jigger boss
• And all of the brave blue soldiers that General Custer lost
• The ghost of Pancho Villa, Sittin' Bull and Jessie James
• All gathered by his campfire keepin' score and takin' names.
• There's every Royal Mountie that ever got his man
• And every day-work cowboy that ever made a hand
• Each man that's rode before him, yup every mother's son
• Is in his corner, rootin', when he nods to make his run.
• Freckles Brown might pull his bull rope,
• Casey Tibbs might jerk the flank,
• Bill Pickett might be hazin' when he starts to turn the crank.
• Plus Remington and Russell lookin' down his buckhorn sight
• All watchin' through the window of this cowboy's eyes tonight.
• And standin' in the catch pen or in chute number nine
• Is the offspring of a mountain that's come down from olden time
• A volcano waitin' quiet, 'til they climb upon his back
• Rumblin' like the engine of a freight train on the track.
• A cross between a she bear and a bad four wheel drive
• With the fury of an eagle when it makes a power dive.
• A snake who's lost its caution or a badger gone berserk
• He's a screamin', stompin', clawin', rabid, mad dog piece o' work.
• From the rollers in his nostrils to the foam upon his lips
• From the hooves as hard as granite to the horns with dagger tips
• From the flat black starin' shark's eye that's the mirror of his soul
• Shines the challenge to each cowboy like the devil callin' roll.
• In the seconds that tick slowly 'til he climbs upon his back
• Each rider faces down the fear that makes his mouth go slack
• And cuts his guts to ribbons and gives his tongue a coat
• He swallows back the panic gorge that's risin' in his throat.
• The smell of hot blue copper fills the air around his head
• Then a single, solid shiver shakes away the doubt and dread
• The cold flame burns within him 'til his skin's as cold as ice
• And the dues he paid to get here are worth every sacrifice.
• All the miles spent sleepy drivin', all the money down the drain
• All the "if I's" and the "nearly's", all the bandages and the pain
• All the female tears left dryin', all the fever and the fight
• Are just a small downpayment on the ride he makes tonight.
• And his pardner in this madness that the cowboy's call a game
• Is a ton of buckin' thunder bent on provin' why he came
• But the cowboy never wavers he intends to do his best
• And of that widow maker, he expects of him no less.
• There's a solemn silent moment that every rider knows
• When the time stops on a heartbeat like the earth itself was froze
• Then all the ancient instinct fills the space between his ears
• Til the whispers of his phantoms are the only thing he hears.
• When you get down to the cuttin' and the leather touches hide
• And there's nothin' left to think about, he nods and says, "Outside!"
• Then frozen for an instant against the open gate
• Is hist'ry turned to flesh and blood, a warrior incarnate.
• And while they pose like statues in that flicker of an eye
• There's somethin' almost sacred, you can see it if you try.
• It's guts and love and glory-one mortal's chance at fame
• His legacy is rodeo and cowboy is his name.
• "Turn 'im out"
• ~ Baxter Black ~