…Wegmans is practicing chemical warfare. The last 2 or 3 times I’ve visited (including today) the area around the front door smells enticingly of cinnamon!
I just finished the last of a sack of third hand tomatoes. A friend gave them to me, but they came from her son’s next door neighbor. I should have taken a picture -
I had a few friends over yesterday evening for aperitivi – Italian for drinks-and-finger-food. Spritzers, savory bits, and good conversation.
The photograph is my cart ready to roll…but I had already taken the glasses and the cooler with the ice, prosecco, and club soda upstairs.
While the researchers could not prove cause and effect, they did find that the link was dose-responsive: Greater coffee consumption was correlated with a lower colon cancer risk. The effect held even after they adjusted their findings for factors like exercise, family history of cancer, body weight, and alcohol and cigarette use.
One knows one’s parents are getting old when one calls at 5 p.m. to wish them happy anniversary and they really hadn’t noticed. Now that I reminded them, I think they’re going to Nikki’s. Click and see the onion rings!
I’m a grown man and I know that chocolate milk doesn’t come from brown cows, but I’m still faintly disappointed whenever I hard boil a brown egg, crack it open, and find a plain-ol’ white egg.
Lamb meatloaf at the Red Dove! One of those things that makes an unsnowy winter night in Geneva more beautiful.
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I own a right-handed coffee maker.
You see, I’m having a little flare up of my old repetitive stress problem. This often happens toward the end of a semester when I’ve been on the computer far too much and taken too little time to do other things. I popped some ibuprofen, got a cold-wrap out of the freezer, and am using my right hand as little as possible.
But I had to pour water into the coffee maker.
I live alone, so I never fill the reservoir unless I have guests. On weekends I usually make more coffee than on weekdays, so I have to pour more than usual. For both reasons I need to be able to watch the water-level indicator while I’m pouring in water. The indicator is on the right side of the coffee maker – and is so subtly colored that I ended up turning the whole machine around so the carafe faced the wall so I could pour left-handed and see the water level.
My heart goes out to you, sinister friends (Fr. B first on the list). We rightists do underestimate the accident of our biological privilege!
Some historians had derided the missionaries’ reports of cannibalism as exaggerations. But the bones found in Cueva del Maguey–a hamlet built inside a huge, cliffside cave–should erase any doubts, Punzo said.
Tests showed that 80 percent of four dozen bones–found in houses dated to around 1425–bear marks and other evidence of being boiled and cut with blades of stone, Punzo added.
The bones had been relatively untouched for centuries–a godsend for scientists made possible by the isolation of Cueva del Maguey, deep in a pine forest and 8,530 feet (2,600 meters) above sea level.
For the Xiximes, the planting-and-sowing cycle was intertwined with a cycle of cannibalism and bone rituals, according to the INAH report, announced at the 14th Archaeology Conference of the North Frontier this summer in Paquimé, Mexico.
After each corn harvest, Xiximes warriors were deployed to hunt for enemies–and their flesh.
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Body parts were cooked in pans until the bones emerged clean. The flesh was then cooked with beans and corn and eaten in a type of soup–part of an all-night village ritual, complete with singing and dancing, according to missionaries’ reports.
I really don’t understand why the 19th and early 20th centuries found cannibalism so improbable.
Well, if it’s state government, turns out to be easy!
Wegmans pulled out and Walmart refused to play.
Twice while I was home in Chattanooga I cooked lamb for Mama and Daddy (well, really for Daddy). And tonight I did a rack for a couple of friends and now feel guilty about underseasoning Daddy’s lamb. I went up to the balcony and got thyme and sage (and basil for the insalata caprese). Chopped them fine and rubbed them with salt and pepper and olive oil over the 8-rib rack. Cook to 140 and YUM.
Good sunset views off the balcony, too.
It’s Not Right But It’s Okay (Thunderpuss Radio Mix) – Whitney Houston – Superstars #1 Hits Remixed, 1999
Legacy – Pet Shop Boys – Yes, 2008
Aqua Boogie – Parliament – Tear The Roof Off, 1974-1980
Jamaica Ska – Desmond Dekker (with the Specials) – Israelites – The Best Of Desmond Dekker
Leavin’ – Shelby Lynne – I Am Shelby Lynne, 1999
Mack the Knife – Charlie Palmieri – Eddie Bauer Mambo, 2000
Holiday (Extended Mix) – Mad’s House – This Is Dance! 1980s
Sorry – The English Beat – Special Beat Service, 1982
I Want You – Marvin Gaye – Marvin Is 60: The Tribute Album
Don’t Call Me Baby – Madison Avenue – Dance Club 2000
Que Sera Sera – Pink Martini – Sympathique, 1997
Blame It On Cain – Elvis Costello – My Aim is True, 1977
Come Live With Me – Heaven 17 – Best Of Heaven 17
Shed – Macy Gray – The Id, 2001
Good mix for grilling chicken, enjoying the late evening sky, and starting what looks to be a grim Norwegian mystery (Jo Nesbo, Redbreast).
The only interesting thing about this story is that I didn’t know that any rock bands had their own wine lines, let alone Madonna. I went to a restaurant in Milan this spring that has a clientele of former paratroopers, line of wine named for Mussolini, and really good beef carpaccio.
But rock bands?
Well, I guess the Pistachio Board (or whoever it is who sponsors those weird advertisements for pistachios) is going to have to change the text of their Rod Blagojevich commercial. He’s guilty. I saw a couple of those during my NCIS-and-Elderly-Parent-Marathon. I didn’t find them persuading me to eat more pistachios.