<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2368075399406179060</id><updated>2012-01-29T10:37:15.067-08:00</updated><category term='Arts and Vulture'/><category term='Videos That Make Everyone Cringe'/><category term='Recipes for DIS-Stress - Savory/Sweet'/><category term='Videos That Make Everyone Smile'/><category term='Recipes for DIS-Stress - Sweet'/><category term='Recipes for DIS-Stress - Savory'/><title type='text'>EVERYONE</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyeveryone.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2368075399406179060/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyeveryone.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2368075399406179060/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>EVERYONE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08895441023029013442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>242</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2368075399406179060.post-1527054556040741808</id><published>2009-08-25T11:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T07:51:03.275-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In My Next Life</title><content type='html'>I will own a sailboat sleek&lt;br /&gt;as fingers of wind&lt;br /&gt;and ply the green islands&lt;br /&gt;of the gulf of Maine.&lt;br /&gt;In my next life I will pilot a plane,&lt;br /&gt;and enjoy the light artillery&lt;br /&gt;of the air as I fly to our island&lt;br /&gt;and set down with aplomb&lt;br /&gt;on its grass runway.&lt;br /&gt;I'll be a whiz at math, master five or six&lt;br /&gt;of the world's languages, write poems&lt;br /&gt;strong as Frost and Milosz.&lt;br /&gt;In my next life I won't wonder why&lt;br /&gt;I lie awake from four till daybreak.&lt;br /&gt;I'll be amiable, mostly, but large&lt;br /&gt;and formidable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll insist you be present&lt;br /&gt;in my next life—and the one after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by Mark Perlberg from &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Waiting for the Alchemist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2368075399406179060-1527054556040741808?l=everyeveryone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyeveryone.blogspot.com/feeds/1527054556040741808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2368075399406179060&amp;postID=1527054556040741808' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2368075399406179060/posts/default/1527054556040741808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2368075399406179060/posts/default/1527054556040741808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyeveryone.blogspot.com/2009/08/in-my-next-life.html' title='In My Next Life'/><author><name>EVERYONE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08895441023029013442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2368075399406179060.post-6036479165792371776</id><published>2009-08-19T15:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T07:50:10.745-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Arts and Vulture'/><title type='text'>The Lonely Shoe Lying on the Road</title><content type='html'>One sad shoe that someone has probably flung&lt;br /&gt;out of a car or truck. Why only one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This happens on an average one year&lt;br /&gt;in four. But always throughout my&lt;br /&gt;life, my travels, I see it like&lt;br /&gt;a memorandum. Something I have&lt;br /&gt;forgotten to remember,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            that there are always&lt;br /&gt;mysteries in life. That shoes&lt;br /&gt;do not always go in pairs, any more&lt;br /&gt;than we do. That one fits;&lt;br /&gt;the other, not. That children can&lt;br /&gt;thoughtlessly and in a merry fashion&lt;br /&gt;chuck out someone's shoe, split up&lt;br /&gt;someone's life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            But usually that shoe that I&lt;br /&gt;see is a man's, old, worn, the sole&lt;br /&gt;parted from the upper.&lt;br /&gt;Then why did the owner keep the other,&lt;br /&gt;keep it to himself? Was he&lt;br /&gt;afraid (as I so often am with&lt;br /&gt;inanimate objects) to hurt it's feelings?&lt;br /&gt;That one shoe in the road invokes&lt;br /&gt;my awe and my sad pity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by Muriel Spark, from &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;All The Poems of Muriel Spark&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2368075399406179060-6036479165792371776?l=everyeveryone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyeveryone.blogspot.com/feeds/6036479165792371776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2368075399406179060&amp;postID=6036479165792371776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2368075399406179060/posts/default/6036479165792371776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2368075399406179060/posts/default/6036479165792371776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyeveryone.blogspot.com/2009/08/lonely-shoe-lying-on-road.html' title='The Lonely Shoe Lying on the Road'/><author><name>EVERYONE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08895441023029013442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2368075399406179060.post-3942447074214400458</id><published>2009-08-18T23:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T18:40:56.948-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Recipes for DIS-Stress - Sweet'/><title type='text'>Fresh Fig and Thyme Cake</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I like to use a mix of the more common Black Mission and green Kadota figs. It is best to use regular olive oil rather than extra virgin olive oil in the cake.&lt;br /&gt;Serves 8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;INGREDIENTS:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Figs&lt;br /&gt;1 pound fresh figs (quarter larger figs and halve smaller figs)&lt;br /&gt;1 tablespoon granulated sugar &lt;br /&gt;1 tablespoon extra-virgin olive oil&lt;br /&gt;2 teaspoons juice from 1 lemon&lt;br /&gt;1/2  teaspoon fresh thyme leaves&lt;br /&gt;1/4  teaspoon freshly ground black pepper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cake&lt;br /&gt;1 cup unbleached all-purpose flour &lt;br /&gt;1/4 cup cornmeal&lt;br /&gt;1 1/4 teaspoon baking powder&lt;br /&gt;1/2 teaspoon table salt&lt;br /&gt;3/4 cup granulated sugar &lt;br /&gt;1/4 cup packed light brown sugar&lt;br /&gt;2 large eggs&lt;br /&gt;1/4 cup olive oil&lt;br /&gt;6 tablespoons (3/4 stick) unsalted butter , melted and cooled slightly&lt;br /&gt;1/4 cup plus 2 tablespoons sour cream&lt;br /&gt;1 teaspoon fresh thyme leaves&lt;br /&gt;1 teaspoon vanilla extract&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;DIRECTIONS:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOR THE FIG TOPPING: Butter bottom and sides of 10-inch spring form nonstick pan; set aside. Adjust oven rack to lowest position and heat oven to 350 degrees.&lt;br /&gt;2. Combine all ingredients for fig topping in a bowl. Gently toss and transfer about a quarter of the figs, cut side down, to prepared pan. Figs will not cover entire pan! Refrigerate remaining figs while preparing cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. FOR THE CAKE: Whisk flour, cornmeal, baking powder, and salt together in medium bowl; set aside. In electric mixer, mix granulated sugar, brown sugar, eggs and olive oil together on medium speed until thick and homogeneous, about 45 seconds. On low speed, whisk in butter, sour cream, thyme and vanilla until combined. Add flour mixture and whisk on low speed until just combined. Pour batter into pan and spread evenly over figs. Bake until cake is golden brown and toothpick inserted into center comes out clean, 40 to 44 minutes.&lt;br /&gt; 4. Cool pan on wire rack 20 minutes. Run paring knife around sides of cake to loosen. Release the sides of the pan. Place serving plate over cake pan. Holding dish tightly, invert cake pan and serving dish together; carefully lift off top of spring form cake pan. If any fruit sticks to pan bottom, remove and position it on top of cake. Let cake cool 20 minutes (or longer to cool completely), cut into pieces, top with the remaining figs and  serve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**And you thought figs were fruits… although they look like fruits and are quite tasty they’re actually the flowers of the tree. Like pineapples, they are inflorescences (arrangements of multiple flowers), false fruits or multiple fruits, in which the flowers and seeds grow together to form a single mass.&lt;br /&gt;*Figs are one of the highest plant sources of calcium and fiber. Plus, if you’re just not that keen on prunes, figs have a laxative effect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recipe by Cristina Paul&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2368075399406179060-3942447074214400458?l=everyeveryone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyeveryone.blogspot.com/feeds/3942447074214400458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2368075399406179060&amp;postID=3942447074214400458' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2368075399406179060/posts/default/3942447074214400458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2368075399406179060/posts/default/3942447074214400458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyeveryone.blogspot.com/2009/08/fresh-fig-and-thyme-cake.html' title='Fresh Fig and Thyme Cake'/><author><name>EVERYONE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08895441023029013442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2368075399406179060.post-880539569355050953</id><published>2009-08-10T15:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T17:49:06.898-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Admit</title><content type='html'>I've been eating the cookies behind your back&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't cry at the funeral&lt;br /&gt;I am not, and won't ever be, a vegetarian (although I'm conscious of overfishing)&lt;br /&gt;I wear white after Labor Day (frequently)&lt;br /&gt;I don't actually like you; I just enjoy the attention&lt;br /&gt;I want more than my fair share&lt;br /&gt;I've lied about books I haven't read, people I've never met and nodded about films I'll never see&lt;br /&gt;I think buffets are barbaric&lt;br /&gt;I probably wouldn't forgive me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by Cristina Paul, inspired by William Carlos Williams' &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This Is Just To Sa&lt;/span&gt;y&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2368075399406179060-880539569355050953?l=everyeveryone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyeveryone.blogspot.com/feeds/880539569355050953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2368075399406179060&amp;postID=880539569355050953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2368075399406179060/posts/default/880539569355050953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2368075399406179060/posts/default/880539569355050953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyeveryone.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-admit.html' title='I Admit'/><author><name>EVERYONE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08895441023029013442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2368075399406179060.post-7471854444239286210</id><published>2009-08-10T11:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T08:18:48.881-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Recipes for DIS-Stress - Savory'/><title type='text'>Thai Beef Over Coconut Brown Rice</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ezBwXihoE_M/SpVSQJ4GRnI/AAAAAAAAAc0/pYhCfnmC0sw/s1600-h/IMG_0384.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ezBwXihoE_M/SpVSQJ4GRnI/AAAAAAAAAc0/pYhCfnmC0sw/s200/IMG_0384.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374292167819150962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Serves 4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INGREDIENTS:&lt;br /&gt;1 cup brown jasmine rice&lt;br /&gt;1 can (13.5 ounces) thin or light coconut milk (see first note below)&lt;br /&gt;1/2  cup chicken broth&lt;br /&gt;generous 1/4 teaspoon table salt&lt;br /&gt;2 tablespoons fish sauce&lt;br /&gt;2 tablespoons tamari or soy sauce&lt;br /&gt;1 tablespoon fresh lime juice (from 1 lime)&lt;br /&gt;1/2 teaspoon sugar&lt;br /&gt;2 teaspoons vegetable oil&lt;br /&gt;3 scallions, green and white parts thinly sliced&lt;br /&gt;2 garlic cloves, minced&lt;br /&gt;2 long peppers or red jalapeños, seeded and julienned&lt;br /&gt;1 pound ground beef sirloin&lt;br /&gt;1/4  cup grated carrot&lt;br /&gt;1/2  cup loosely packed and torn fresh basil leaves (preferably purple or opal basil)&lt;br /&gt;1/4  cup loosely packed and torn fresh mint leaves&lt;br /&gt;optional lime wedges, for serving&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DIRECTIONS:&lt;br /&gt;1. In a medium saucepan, combine rice, coconut milk, broth and water. Cover and bring to a boil; reduce to a simmer, keep covered and cook until rice is creamy and liquid has absorbed, about 30 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;2. When rice is nearly done, combine fish sauce, tamari, lime juice and sugar in a small bowl; set aside. Heat oil in a 12-inch skillet over medium heat. Add scallions, garlic and chiles; cook, stirring frequently, for 4 minutes. Increase heat to medium-high and add beef. Cook, breaking up meat with a wooden spoon, until completely browned, about 4 minutes. Add tamari mixture and cook for 30 more seconds. Add basil, mint and carrot and stir to combine. Serve over coconut rice with lime wedges, if desired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Coconut milk is the sweet, milky white cooking base derived from the meat of a mature coconut. Two types of coconut milk exist: thick and thin. Thick coconut milk is prepared by squeezing grated coconut meat through cheesecloth. Then, the squeezed meat is soaked in warm water and squeezed a second or third time for thin coconut milk. Generally, thick milk is used to make desserts and rich sauces. Often, thin milk is used for soups. This distinction isn’t usually made in Western nations since fresh coconut milk is seldom produced, and most consumers buy coconut milk in cans. Manufacturers of canned coconut milk typically combine the thin and thick squeezes with the addition of water as a filler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recipe by Cristina Paul&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2368075399406179060-7471854444239286210?l=everyeveryone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyeveryone.blogspot.com/feeds/7471854444239286210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2368075399406179060&amp;postID=7471854444239286210' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2368075399406179060/posts/default/7471854444239286210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2368075399406179060/posts/default/7471854444239286210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyeveryone.blogspot.com/2009/08/thai-beef-over-coconut-brown-rice.html' title='Thai Beef Over Coconut Brown Rice'/><author><name>EVERYONE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08895441023029013442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ezBwXihoE_M/SpVSQJ4GRnI/AAAAAAAAAc0/pYhCfnmC0sw/s72-c/IMG_0384.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2368075399406179060.post-1945894023793557580</id><published>2009-08-04T23:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T23:00:01.924-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Arts and Vulture'/><title type='text'>Poem of The Week</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we try to pick out anything by itself we find it hitched to everything in the universe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;˜ John Muir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;syllogisms are toe - shoes of the mind&lt;br /&gt;finger snaps are the coming storm&lt;br /&gt;nametags are like unicycles&lt;br /&gt;at a party, I'm the missing sock&lt;br /&gt;a toe circling in sand is like a raised eyebrow&lt;br /&gt;a fig is like a pregnant woman&lt;br /&gt;my heart is a hammer&lt;br /&gt;the crook of your arm - a silk scarf&lt;br /&gt;After it all, your eyes were stones&lt;br /&gt;dogs on roller skates are like toddlers on tippy toes&lt;br /&gt;Even when things are different, they're still alike&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by Cristina Paul&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2368075399406179060-1945894023793557580?l=everyeveryone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyeveryone.blogspot.com/feeds/1945894023793557580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2368075399406179060&amp;postID=1945894023793557580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2368075399406179060/posts/default/1945894023793557580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2368075399406179060/posts/default/1945894023793557580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyeveryone.blogspot.com/2009/08/poem-of-week.html' title='Poem of The Week'/><author><name>EVERYONE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08895441023029013442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2368075399406179060.post-7555552627182240216</id><published>2009-08-03T15:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T17:38:43.684-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Recipes for DIS-Stress - Savory'/><title type='text'>Preserved Lemons</title><content type='html'>when life gives you lemons... preserve them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INGREDIENTS:&lt;br /&gt;LEMONS - lots of them&lt;br /&gt;1/4 cup coarse salt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DIRECTIONS:&lt;br /&gt;Scrub two large lemons under cold running water and pat them dry. Cut lemons into eight wedges (or you may slice them into thick circles) and toss with coarse salt. Place salted lemons in a sterilized glass jar with a lid. Pour enough fresh lemon juice into the jar to cover the lemons (you will require many lemons for this part), and seal it tightly. Let lemons stand at room temperature for 7-10 days, shaking and turning the jar over once a day to redistribute the contents. Rinse the salted lemons and use them immediately, or cover them with oil and store them in the refrigerator for several weeks. Slice and serve them in salads or add them to fish and meat dishes. They are also a great surprise in a cocktail!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Preserved lemons are popular in certain parts of the  Mediterranean and they're also a very easy and handsome gift.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2368075399406179060-7555552627182240216?l=everyeveryone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyeveryone.blogspot.com/feeds/7555552627182240216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2368075399406179060&amp;postID=7555552627182240216' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2368075399406179060/posts/default/7555552627182240216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2368075399406179060/posts/default/7555552627182240216'/><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2368075399406179060.post-7871843218793419876</id><published>2009-08-01T23:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T15:41:57.433-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Arts and Vulture'/><title type='text'>first is first</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ezBwXihoE_M/Sn9k8zo-JPI/AAAAAAAAAcM/o9d_Gg3iInM/s1600-h/images-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 135px; height: 101px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ezBwXihoE_M/Sn9k8zo-JPI/AAAAAAAAAcM/o9d_Gg3iInM/s200/images-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368120276665902322" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Today, I saw a baby hummingbird&lt;br /&gt;A stranger marvels, “No”&lt;br /&gt;“&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;that’s&lt;/span&gt; a hummingbird &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;moth&lt;/span&gt;”&lt;br /&gt;(…      !      …)&lt;br /&gt;Oh to be wrong, and the delirium of discovery increases&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by Cristina Paul&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2368075399406179060-7871843218793419876?l=everyeveryone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyeveryone.blogspot.com/feeds/7871843218793419876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2368075399406179060&amp;postID=7871843218793419876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2368075399406179060/posts/default/7871843218793419876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='text'>Pickled Nectarines</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ezBwXihoE_M/SpSH7F-CFbI/AAAAAAAAAcs/T1C55G2V1dc/s1600-h/IMG_0383.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ezBwXihoE_M/SpSH7F-CFbI/AAAAAAAAAcs/T1C55G2V1dc/s200/IMG_0383.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374069704644236722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you like spicier pickles, use a 2 inch piece of ginger root instead of just 1 inch. 12 apricots can also be substituted in this recipe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INGREDIENTS:&lt;br /&gt;6  medium fresh nectarines&lt;br /&gt;1 1/4  cup cider vinegar&lt;br /&gt;1 cup water&lt;br /&gt;1 cup granulated sugar&lt;br /&gt;1/4  cup packed brown sugar&lt;br /&gt;1   cinnamon stick&lt;br /&gt;1 - inch piece fresh ginger root, peeled and cut in strips&lt;br /&gt;½ teaspoon salt&lt;br /&gt;1/4  teaspoon crushed red pepper&lt;br /&gt;1  small sweet onion, halved and thinly sliced&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DIRECTIONS:&lt;br /&gt;1. Quarter and pit nectarines; set aside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. For pickling mixture, combine water, vinegar, sugars, cinnamon, gingerroot, salt and red pepper in a Dutch oven. Bring to boiling, stirring to dissolve sugars. Reduce heat. Simmer, uncovered, 5 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Add nectarines and onion to pickling mixture; return to boiling. Reduce heat; simmer, covered, 3 minutes or just until tender, gently stirring once or twice. Discard cinnamon stick. With slotted spoon, divide nectarines and onion evenly among two clean 1-quart jars. Pour pickling mixture into jars; cool. Cover and refrigerate at least 24 hours or up to 3 weeks. Serve nectarines with a slotted spoon and drizzle with a little of the juices. These pickles taste great as an accompaniment to cheese, on top of a burger, and alongside grilled meats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***Before filling the jars, wash them in hot soapy water and rinse thoroughly. Pour boiling water in and over the jars and let them stand in the hot water until ready to fill. The pickled nectarines are stored in canning jars, but are not processed as canned. Therefore, keep refrigerated and eat within 3 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recipe by Cristina Paul&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2368075399406179060-9086353008668647302?l=everyeveryone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyeveryone.blogspot.com/feeds/9086353008668647302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2368075399406179060&amp;postID=9086353008668647302' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2368075399406179060/posts/default/9086353008668647302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2368075399406179060/posts/default/9086353008668647302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyeveryone.blogspot.com/2009/07/pickled-nectarines.html' title='Pickled Nectarines'/><author><name>EVERYONE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08895441023029013442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ezBwXihoE_M/SpSH7F-CFbI/AAAAAAAAAcs/T1C55G2V1dc/s72-c/IMG_0383.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2368075399406179060.post-74829359976549467</id><published>2009-07-27T11:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T15:39:15.868-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blah-Blah-Blahg: Food For Nought</title><content type='html'>According to Vonnegut, "traveling is dancing for the soul". But long distance flights can also be a preview to menopause - the plane flying through Little Thailands of the skies one hour and coasting through toe-chilling Siberias in the clouds the next. The extreme temperatures aboard a plane aren't so bad if turbulence can be avoided. I recently experienced the extreme-sports version of turbulence which wrapped a rickety blanket of fear around me made of long and thin human hand bones.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2368075399406179060-74829359976549467?l=everyeveryone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyeveryone.blogspot.com/feeds/74829359976549467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2368075399406179060&amp;postID=74829359976549467' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2368075399406179060/posts/default/74829359976549467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2368075399406179060/posts/default/74829359976549467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyeveryone.blogspot.com/2009/08/blah-blah-blahg-food-for-nought.html' title='Blah-Blah-Blahg: Food For Nought'/><author><name>EVERYONE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08895441023029013442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2368075399406179060.post-8261224956625184944</id><published>2009-07-23T03:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T15:40:01.423-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Arts and Vulture'/><title type='text'>Fireflies</title><content type='html'>And these are my vices:&lt;br /&gt;impatience, bad temper, wine,&lt;br /&gt;the more than occasional cigarette,&lt;br /&gt;an almost unquenchable thirst to be kissed,&lt;br /&gt;a hunger that isn't hunger&lt;br /&gt;but something like fear, a staunching of dread&lt;br /&gt;and a taste for bitter gossip&lt;br /&gt;of those who've wronged me—for bitterness—&lt;br /&gt;and flirting with strangers and saying sweetheart&lt;br /&gt;to children whose names I don't even know&lt;br /&gt;and driving too fast and not being Buddhist&lt;br /&gt;enough to let insects live in my house&lt;br /&gt;or those cute little toylike mice&lt;br /&gt;whose soft grey bodies in sticky traps&lt;br /&gt;I carry, lifeless, out to the trash&lt;br /&gt;and that I sometimes prefer the company of a book&lt;br /&gt;to a human being, and humming&lt;br /&gt;and living inside my head&lt;br /&gt;and how as a girl I trailed a slow-hipped aunt&lt;br /&gt;at twilight across the lawn&lt;br /&gt;and learned to catch fireflies in my hands,&lt;br /&gt;to smear their sticky, still-pulsing flickering&lt;br /&gt;onto my fingers and earlobes like jewels. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by Cecilia Woloch from &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Carpathia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2368075399406179060-8261224956625184944?l=everyeveryone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyeveryone.blogspot.com/feeds/8261224956625184944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2368075399406179060&amp;postID=8261224956625184944' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2368075399406179060/posts/default/8261224956625184944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2368075399406179060/posts/default/8261224956625184944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyeveryone.blogspot.com/2009/07/fireflies.html' title='Fireflies'/><author><name>EVERYONE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08895441023029013442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2368075399406179060.post-460271458843498721</id><published>2009-07-22T15:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T22:01:35.608-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Recipes for DIS-Stress - Savory'/><title type='text'>Asian Supper Salad</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ezBwXihoE_M/SoOeCefgzWI/AAAAAAAAAck/C6KiZE3dRkg/s1600-h/IMG_0381.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ezBwXihoE_M/SoOeCefgzWI/AAAAAAAAAck/C6KiZE3dRkg/s320/IMG_0381.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369308946137927010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Serves 4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;INGREDIENTS:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For  Dressing/Marinade:&lt;br /&gt;1 tiny Thai chile or 1 fresh Serrano chile (seed chilies to reduce their heat, if desired)&lt;br /&gt;4 cloves garlic, minced&lt;br /&gt;2 tablespoons sugar&lt;br /&gt;2 tablespoons Asian fish sauce&lt;br /&gt;1/2 cup fresh lime juice&lt;br /&gt;1/4 cup water&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Noodles and Meat or Tofu:&lt;br /&gt;1 ounce dried mushrooms (preferably shiitakes)&lt;br /&gt;1/2 pound thin soba noodles&lt;br /&gt;1/2 pound cooked chicken, lean pork, or lean beef, cut into thin strips, or extra firm or baked tofu cut into 1/2 inch pieces&lt;br /&gt;2 quarts water&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Salad:&lt;br /&gt;1/2 small sweet onion (Vidalia, Maui, Walla-Walla, etc., sliced thinly)&lt;br /&gt;1/2 head napa cabbage, outer leaves removed, washed, dried and sliced into thin strips&lt;br /&gt;1/4 cup fresh cilantro leaves, torn&lt;br /&gt;1/2 cup fresh mint leaves, torn&lt;br /&gt;1/2 cup roasted and salted, chopped cashews&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DIRECTIONS:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Place dried mushrooms in a small bowl. Boil enough water to cover the mushrooms. Let mushrooms sit in water for at least 10 minutes. Then drain, squeeze out excess liquid from mushrooms, and set aside. Meanwhile, place onions in a small bowl and cover with cold water. Let stand for 10 minutes, then drain and set aside. Mix dressing ingredients in a medium bowl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Add the meat or tofu and mushrooms to the bowl of dressing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Bring 2 quarts of water to a boil in a Dutch oven and add salt to the water. Add noodles and cook according to directions on package until tender, but not mushy. Drain in a colander, rinse with cold water, let drain completely and set aside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. In a large bowl, toss together cabbage, herbs and onion. Divide this mixture between 4 large soup bowls or dinner plates. Pile noodles atop each mound of cabbage. Top each serving with the marinated meat or tofu, being careful not to pour too much dressing onto each serving. Leave the extra dressing on the table and invite friends to spoon extra the dressing over their salads, if desired. Top it all off with chopped cashews.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**This dressing is also excellent over thinly sliced, barely ripe peaches, pluots or nectarines.&lt;br /&gt;*Napa cabbage is a type of Chinese cabbage. In Korean cuisine, it's used in making the most common type of kimchi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recipe by Cristina Paul&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2368075399406179060-460271458843498721?l=everyeveryone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyeveryone.blogspot.com/feeds/460271458843498721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2368075399406179060&amp;postID=460271458843498721' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2368075399406179060/posts/default/460271458843498721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2368075399406179060/posts/default/460271458843498721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyeveryone.blogspot.com/2009/08/asian-supper-salad.html' title='Asian Supper Salad'/><author><name>EVERYONE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08895441023029013442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ezBwXihoE_M/SoOeCefgzWI/AAAAAAAAAck/C6KiZE3dRkg/s72-c/IMG_0381.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2368075399406179060.post-1177647403287975730</id><published>2009-07-22T15:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T15:37:45.432-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blah-Blah-Blahg: Food For Nought</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ezBwXihoE_M/SoCgY2gHIwI/AAAAAAAAAcc/gtPWmIfFB70/s1600-h/10_vanilla_bean.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 233px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ezBwXihoE_M/SoCgY2gHIwI/AAAAAAAAAcc/gtPWmIfFB70/s320/10_vanilla_bean.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368467104633135874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Make Your Own Vanilla Extract&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll need 2 parts curiosity and 1 part time for this little do it yourself project. Vanilla's flavor is soluble in water or alcohol. So all you'll require is 1 vanilla bean (make sure that it doesn't look old or dry like Keith Richards face) and 3/4 cup of bourbon or vodka. Heat the alcohol and pour it into a clean 1-cup container that can be sealed. Now split your vanilla bean and scrape the seeds into the warm alcohol. Toss in the vanilla bean. Once the alcohol has cooled, seal the container and store it at room temperature for at least a week. Gently shake (like a Polaroid picture, if you wish) everyday for that week. Now you may strain the extract and it will keep indefinitely!&lt;br /&gt;Bonus: This extract tastes better than the store-bought stuff and it costs less as well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2368075399406179060-1177647403287975730?l=everyeveryone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyeveryone.blogspot.com/feeds/1177647403287975730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2368075399406179060&amp;postID=1177647403287975730' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2368075399406179060/posts/default/1177647403287975730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2368075399406179060/posts/default/1177647403287975730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyeveryone.blogspot.com/2009/07/blah-blah-blahg-food-for-nought_16.html' title='Blah-Blah-Blahg: Food For Nought'/><author><name>EVERYONE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08895441023029013442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ezBwXihoE_M/SoCgY2gHIwI/AAAAAAAAAcc/gtPWmIfFB70/s72-c/10_vanilla_bean.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2368075399406179060.post-4179547779266430933</id><published>2009-07-18T15:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T18:46:34.335-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Recipes for DIS-Stress - Savory'/><title type='text'>Radicchio-lously Tasty Cauliflower Slaw</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ezBwXihoE_M/Sn96S8fDwXI/AAAAAAAAAcU/msa3E5gcVNE/s1600-h/IMG_0380.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ezBwXihoE_M/Sn96S8fDwXI/AAAAAAAAAcU/msa3E5gcVNE/s320/IMG_0380.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368143746741551474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This is a bitter and slightly sweet alternative to the same old slaw&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Serves 6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INGREDIENTS:&lt;br /&gt;6 cloves garlic, with tips cut off (the side that is pointy)&lt;br /&gt;1/2 cup virgin olive oil, divided&lt;br /&gt;I head (about 2 pounds) cauliflower&lt;br /&gt;table salt and freshly ground pepper&lt;br /&gt;1/4 teaspoon sugar&lt;br /&gt;6 ounces green beans, trimmed&lt;br /&gt;1 small head radicchio, cored and thinly sliced&lt;br /&gt;4 anchovy fillets&lt;br /&gt;2 teaspoons zest from 1 lemon&lt;br /&gt;2 tablespoons fresh lemon juice (from 1 lemon)&lt;br /&gt;2 tablespoons balsamic vinegar&lt;br /&gt;1 teaspoon Dijon mustard&lt;br /&gt;1/4 cup finely grated Pecorino Romano or Parmesan cheese (1 ounce), plus more shaved for serving&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DIRECTIONS:&lt;br /&gt;1. Adjust oven rack to middle position, place large rimmed baking sheet on rack, and heat oven to 500 degrees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Cut one 12-inch sheet of foil and spread flat on counter. Place garlic cloves, in center of foil. Drizzle 1/2 teaspoon oil over the garlic and seal packet. Place packet on oven rack and roast until garlic is very tender, about 40 minutes. Open packet and set aside to cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Meanwhile, trim outer leaves of cauliflower and cut stem flush with bottom. Cut head from pole to pole into 8 equal wedges. Place cauliflower in large bowl; toss with 2 tablespoons oil, 1 teaspoon salt, 1/2 teaspoon pepper, and sugar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Remove baking sheet from oven. Carefully transfer cauliflower to baking sheet and spread into even layer, placing cut sides down. Return baking sheet to oven and roast until cauliflower is well browned and tender, about 25 minutes. Transfer cauliflower to cutting board. When cool enough to handle, chop into rough ½-inch pieces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Prepare an ice-water bath. Bring a medium pot of salted water to a boil. Add beans and return to a boil, and cook until they start to turn bright green, about 30 seconds. Using a slotted spoon, transfer to ice-water bath. Let cool. Thinly slice beans on the bias. Transfer to large bowl, and add radicchio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. In a blender or food processor, process anchovies, lemon zest and juice, vinegar, mustard, and roasted garlic until smooth. With machine running, pour remaining oil in a slow, steady stream, blending until emulsified. Season liberally with salt and pepper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Pour dressing over vegetables. Stir in grated cheese. Again, season liberally with salt and pepper. Let stand for at least 10 minutes. Garnish with shaved Pecorino or Parmesan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;** Radicchio is a bitter and slightly spicy leaf vegetable, sometimes called Italian chicory. Different varieties are named after the Italian regions where they originate: the most readily available variety in the United States is radicchio di Chioggia, which is maroon, round, and about the size of a softball. Just like Parmigiano-Reggiano cheese-makers of Parma, Italy, have attempted to protect the name "Parmesan" to signify only cheeses made in their region, so too have the radicchio farmers of the Veneto sought to protect the names of some radicchio varieties.&lt;br /&gt;* Chicory is known for its toxicity to parasites (many bitter plants have a similar toxicity). Studies show that ingestion of chicory by farm animals results in reduction of worms, which has prompted its use as a forage supplement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recipe by Cristina Paul&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2368075399406179060-4179547779266430933?l=everyeveryone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyeveryone.blogspot.com/feeds/4179547779266430933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2368075399406179060&amp;postID=4179547779266430933' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2368075399406179060/posts/default/4179547779266430933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2368075399406179060/posts/default/4179547779266430933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyeveryone.blogspot.com/2009/07/radicchio-lously-tasty-cauliflower-slaw.html' title='Radicchio-lously Tasty Cauliflower Slaw'/><author><name>EVERYONE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08895441023029013442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ezBwXihoE_M/Sn96S8fDwXI/AAAAAAAAAcU/msa3E5gcVNE/s72-c/IMG_0380.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2368075399406179060.post-4218201027531674569</id><published>2009-07-14T03:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T05:05:03.324-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Excerpt From a Sonnet</title><content type='html'>Time does not bring relief; you all have lied&lt;br /&gt;Who told me time would ease me of my pain!&lt;br /&gt;I miss him in the weeping of the rain;&lt;br /&gt;I want him at the shrinking of the tide. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by Edna St. Vincent Millay from &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Fatal Interview&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2368075399406179060-4218201027531674569?l=everyeveryone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyeveryone.blogspot.com/feeds/4218201027531674569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2368075399406179060&amp;postID=4218201027531674569' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2368075399406179060/posts/default/4218201027531674569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2368075399406179060/posts/default/4218201027531674569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyeveryone.blogspot.com/2009/07/excerpt-from-sonnet.html' title='Excerpt From a Sonnet'/><author><name>EVERYONE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08895441023029013442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2368075399406179060.post-5753849535270598022</id><published>2009-07-13T03:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T05:04:21.412-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What I Ate In Cartagena</title><content type='html'>Arepas... lots of them.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ezBwXihoE_M/SmhONUSq-qI/AAAAAAAAAbk/AP4jRZIvQWk/s1600-h/IMG_0001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ezBwXihoE_M/SmhONUSq-qI/AAAAAAAAAbk/AP4jRZIvQWk/s320/IMG_0001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361621347076864674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ezBwXihoE_M/SmhN_XrphJI/AAAAAAAAAbc/ukXnKuHCGfs/s1600-h/IMG_0002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ezBwXihoE_M/SmhN_XrphJI/AAAAAAAAAbc/ukXnKuHCGfs/s200/IMG_0002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361621107468764306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also ate Sancocho de Costilla &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(a meat soup accompanied by rice that has yucca and other vegetables)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I disarmed many fishies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ezBwXihoE_M/SmhPNyRGVKI/AAAAAAAAAbs/L0Abr8AOVUo/s1600-h/IMG_0052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ezBwXihoE_M/SmhPNyRGVKI/AAAAAAAAAbs/L0Abr8AOVUo/s320/IMG_0052.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361622454634960034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a before and after of one of my attacks:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ezBwXihoE_M/SmhQLW7gwmI/AAAAAAAAAb8/a7HXJHZhkYM/s1600-h/IMG_0025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ezBwXihoE_M/SmhQLW7gwmI/AAAAAAAAAb8/a7HXJHZhkYM/s200/IMG_0025.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361623512448549474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ezBwXihoE_M/SmhQfhRoFcI/AAAAAAAAAcE/22G8tO6M0A4/s1600-h/IMG_0028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ezBwXihoE_M/SmhQfhRoFcI/AAAAAAAAAcE/22G8tO6M0A4/s200/IMG_0028.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361623858823042498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2368075399406179060-5753849535270598022?l=everyeveryone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyeveryone.blogspot.com/feeds/5753849535270598022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2368075399406179060&amp;postID=5753849535270598022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2368075399406179060/posts/default/5753849535270598022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2368075399406179060/posts/default/5753849535270598022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyeveryone.blogspot.com/2009/07/what-i-ate-in-cartagena.html' title='What I Ate In Cartagena'/><author><name>EVERYONE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08895441023029013442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ezBwXihoE_M/SmhONUSq-qI/AAAAAAAAAbk/AP4jRZIvQWk/s72-c/IMG_0001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2368075399406179060.post-4504523226714198435</id><published>2009-07-03T11:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T20:04:24.648-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Advice to Young Poets</title><content type='html'>Never pretend&lt;br /&gt;to be a unicorn&lt;br /&gt;by sticking a plunger on your head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by Martín Espada from &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Republic of Poetry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2368075399406179060-4504523226714198435?l=everyeveryone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyeveryone.blogspot.com/feeds/4504523226714198435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2368075399406179060&amp;postID=4504523226714198435' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2368075399406179060/posts/default/4504523226714198435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2368075399406179060/posts/default/4504523226714198435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyeveryone.blogspot.com/2009/07/advice-to-young-poets.html' title='Advice to Young Poets'/><author><name>EVERYONE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08895441023029013442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2368075399406179060.post-1168404577456343158</id><published>2009-07-02T15:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T17:46:49.244-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Recipes for DIS-Stress - Savory'/><title type='text'>Tortilla Española For Two</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ezBwXihoE_M/SmfS29Pod7I/AAAAAAAAAbM/wNu5AnC763o/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 120px; height: 100px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ezBwXihoE_M/SmfS29Pod7I/AAAAAAAAAbM/wNu5AnC763o/s200/images.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361485723002763186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Serves 2 as an entrée or 4 as an appetizer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spanish tortillas are often served warm or at room temperature with olives, pickles, and a garlicky mayonnaise (recipe follows) as an appetizer at tapas bars or at a picnic. Sometimes they are even cut and placed in crusty sandwich bread. They may also be served with a salad as a light entrée.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INGREDIENTS:&lt;br /&gt;3 tablespoons plus 1/2 teaspoon extra virgin olive oil&lt;br /&gt;3/4 pounds Yukon Gold potatoes (2 medium), quartered lengthwise, and cut crosswise into 1/8-inch-thick slices&lt;br /&gt;1/2 small onion, halved and sliced thin&lt;br /&gt;1 minced garlic clove&lt;br /&gt;1/2 teaspoon table salt&lt;br /&gt;1/8 teaspoon ground black pepper&lt;br /&gt;4 large eggs&lt;br /&gt;Spanish aioli (optional)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DIRECTIONS:&lt;br /&gt;1. Toss 2 tablespoons oil, potatoes, onion, 1/4 teaspoon salt, and pepper in large bowl until potato slices are thoroughly separated and coated in oil. Heat 1 tablespoon oil in 8-inch nonstick skillet over medium-high heat until shimmering. Reduce heat to medium-low, add potato mixture to skillet, and set bowl aside without washing. Cover and cook, stirring with rubber spatula every 5 minutes. After 10  minutes of cooking, add minced garlic and continue stirring every 5 minutes until potatoes offer no resistance when poked with tip of paring knife, 22 to 26 minutes total (some potato slices may break into smaller pieces).&lt;br /&gt;2. Meanwhile, whisk eggs and remaining 1/4 teaspoon salt in reserved bowl until just combined. Using rubber spatula, fold hot potato mixture into eggs until combined, making sure to scrape all potato mixture out of skillet. Return skillet to medium-high heat, add remaining 1/2 teaspoon oil, and heat until just beginning to smoke. Add egg-potato mixture and cook, shaking pan and folding mixture constantly for about 20 seconds. Smooth top of mixture with rubber spatula. Reduce heat to medium, cover, and cook, gently shaking pan every 30 seconds until bottom is golden brown and top is lightly set, about 2 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;3. Using rubber spatula, loosen tortilla from pan, shaking back and forth until tortilla slides around freely. Slide tortilla onto large plate. Invert tortilla onto second large plate and slide it browned-side up back into skillet. Tuck edges of tortilla into skillet with rubber spatula. Return pan to medium heat and continue to cook, gently shaking pan every 30 seconds, until second side is golden brown, about 2 more minutes. Slide tortilla onto cutting board or serving plate and allow to cool at least 15 minutes. Cut tortilla into cubes or wedges and serve with Spanish Aioli, if desired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spanish Aioli&lt;br /&gt;This recipe yields about 1 1/4 cups - far too much for a small tortilla but you will want to refrigerate the aioli and use it for sandwiches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INGREDIENTS:&lt;br /&gt;2 large egg yolks&lt;br /&gt;2 teaspoons Dijon mustard&lt;br /&gt;2 teaspoons fresh lemon juice&lt;br /&gt;1 medium garlic clove, minced or pressed through garlic press (about 1 teaspoon)&lt;br /&gt;3/4 cup vegetable oil&lt;br /&gt;1 teaspoon water&lt;br /&gt;1/4 cup extra virgin olive oil&lt;br /&gt;1/4 teaspoon table salt&lt;br /&gt;1/4 teaspoon ground black pepper&lt;br /&gt;1/8 teaspoon paprika&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DIRECTIONS:&lt;br /&gt;Process yolks, mustard, lemon juice, and garlic in food processor until combined, about 10 seconds. With machine running, slowly drizzle in vegetable oil, about 1 minute. Transfer mixture to medium bowl and whisk in water. Whisking constantly, slowly drizzle in olive oil, about 30 seconds. Whisk in salt and pepper. Refrigerate in airtight container for up to 4 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Tortilla Española means "small torte" but it has nothing else in common with the Latin American staple known as a tortilla.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adapted by Cristina Paul&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2368075399406179060-1168404577456343158?l=everyeveryone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyeveryone.blogspot.com/feeds/1168404577456343158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2368075399406179060&amp;postID=1168404577456343158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2368075399406179060/posts/default/1168404577456343158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2368075399406179060/posts/default/1168404577456343158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyeveryone.blogspot.com/2009/07/tortilla-espanola-for-two.html' title='Tortilla Española For Two'/><author><name>EVERYONE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08895441023029013442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ezBwXihoE_M/SmfS29Pod7I/AAAAAAAAAbM/wNu5AnC763o/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2368075399406179060.post-1898162554860514418</id><published>2009-07-01T11:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T04:46:32.959-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blah-Blah-Blahg: Food For Nought</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ezBwXihoE_M/SmhNVX1THII/AAAAAAAAAbU/UkwW6sqF5XE/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 135px; height: 90px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ezBwXihoE_M/SmhNVX1THII/AAAAAAAAAbU/UkwW6sqF5XE/s400/images.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361620385954733186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Water, water everywhere and not a drop to drink...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The average amount of water us Yankees use in a day is more than any other country in the world. People in the States use  151 gallons per person per day whereas the French survive on 71 and Brits use a mere 37!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The good news is that you needn't stop washing and brushing to save a few gallons each day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some water saving tips:&lt;br /&gt;1. DON'T hand wash your dishes! If you have a dishwasher, let it do the work - even if it's not an &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Energy Star&lt;/span&gt; it will still use less water. Only run it when it is full and don't go overboard and pre-wash dishes before putting them in the dishwasher.&lt;br /&gt;2. Keep your shower time down to 5 minutes. If you must bathe, use the bath water to water your plants.&lt;br /&gt;3. You can halve your kitchen's flow in a few painless (for the wallet and for the old cranium) minutes. Buy a faucet aerator for less than $10. Just slip the metal collar over your faucet head and voilá - air meet water, water meet air. The mesh introduces air into your water stream to maintain a consistent pressure while reducing the volum of water that you use. Chances are that if you look inside your faucet's nozzle and it tells you the gallons per minute - you already have one. But if you don't they can reduce your use by up to 50%!.&lt;br /&gt;4. Drink tea! Instead of your regular cup of coffee in the morning, have a cup of tea. Most coffee makers require far more water to use and clean up than your average kettle. Moreover, less water is used in the process of growing and harvesting tea leaves than coffee beans.&lt;br /&gt;5. If you live in a rainy place, invest in a rain-barrel. They're about $100 bucks and they can retain up to 35 gallons of water. They are collapsible and can be stored easily in the off-season. Hey, rain is free water!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2368075399406179060-1898162554860514418?l=everyeveryone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyeveryone.blogspot.com/feeds/1898162554860514418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2368075399406179060&amp;postID=1898162554860514418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2368075399406179060/posts/default/1898162554860514418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2368075399406179060/posts/default/1898162554860514418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyeveryone.blogspot.com/2009/07/blah-blah-blahg-food-for-nought.html' title='Blah-Blah-Blahg: Food For Nought'/><author><name>EVERYONE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08895441023029013442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ezBwXihoE_M/SmhNVX1THII/AAAAAAAAAbU/UkwW6sqF5XE/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2368075399406179060.post-7364466298022586312</id><published>2009-06-27T03:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T06:51:42.647-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blah-Blah-Blahg: Food For Nought</title><content type='html'>When preparing to travel, lay out all your clothes and all your money. Then take half the clothes and twice the money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        —&lt;i&gt;Susan Heller&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2368075399406179060-7364466298022586312?l=everyeveryone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyeveryone.blogspot.com/feeds/7364466298022586312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2368075399406179060&amp;postID=7364466298022586312' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2368075399406179060/posts/default/7364466298022586312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2368075399406179060/posts/default/7364466298022586312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyeveryone.blogspot.com/2009/06/blah-blah-blahg-food-for-nought_27.html' title='Blah-Blah-Blahg: Food For Nought'/><author><name>EVERYONE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08895441023029013442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2368075399406179060.post-6502872348826692629</id><published>2009-06-26T23:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T23:23:34.258-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Arts and Vulture'/><title type='text'>The Effort</title><content type='html'>Would anyone care to join me&lt;br /&gt;in flicking a few pebbles in the direction&lt;br /&gt;of teachers who are fond of asking the question:&lt;br /&gt;"What is the poet trying to say?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as if Thomas Hardy and Emily Dickinson&lt;br /&gt;had struggled but ultimately failed in their efforts—&lt;br /&gt;inarticulate wretches that they were,&lt;br /&gt;biting their pens and staring out the window for a clue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, it seems that Whitman, Amy Lowell&lt;br /&gt;and the rest could only try and fail&lt;br /&gt;but we in Mrs. Parker's third-period English class&lt;br /&gt;here at Springfield High will succeed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with the help of these study questions&lt;br /&gt;in saying what the poor poet could not,&lt;br /&gt;and we will get all this done before&lt;br /&gt;that orgy of egg salad and tuna fish known as lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight, however, I am the one trying&lt;br /&gt;to say what it is this absence means,&lt;br /&gt;the two of us sleeping and waking under different roofs.&lt;br /&gt;The image of this vase of cut flowers,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not from our garden, is no help.&lt;br /&gt;And the same goes for the single plate,&lt;br /&gt;the solitary lamp, and the weather that presses its face&lt;br /&gt;against these new windows--the drizzle and the&lt;br /&gt;   morning frost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I will leave it up to Mrs. Parker,&lt;br /&gt;who is tapping a piece of chalk against the blackboard,&lt;br /&gt;and her students—a few with their hands up,&lt;br /&gt;others slouching with their caps on backwards—&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to figure out what it is I am trying to say&lt;br /&gt;about this place where I find myself&lt;br /&gt;and to do it before the noon bell rings&lt;br /&gt;and that whirlwind of meatloaf is unleashed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by Billy Collins from &lt;em&gt;Ballistics&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2368075399406179060-6502872348826692629?l=everyeveryone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyeveryone.blogspot.com/feeds/6502872348826692629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2368075399406179060&amp;postID=6502872348826692629' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2368075399406179060/posts/default/6502872348826692629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2368075399406179060/posts/default/6502872348826692629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyeveryone.blogspot.com/2009/06/effort.html' title='The Effort'/><author><name>EVERYONE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08895441023029013442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2368075399406179060.post-8617604971656966675</id><published>2009-06-25T15:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T18:20:16.177-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Recipes for DIS-Stress - Savory'/><title type='text'>Ginger Baked Salmon</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Serves 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The marinade for this salmon is great used as a dressing for other recipes or poured over any kind of grain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INGREDIENTS:&lt;br /&gt;1/3 cup tamari or soy sauce&lt;br /&gt;2 tablespoons rice wine vinegar&lt;br /&gt;3 tablespoons sesame oil or toasted sesame oil&lt;br /&gt;2 medium garlic cloves, minced&lt;br /&gt;1  1-inch piece of ginger, grated with a microplane&lt;br /&gt;2 scallions, white and green parts thinly sliced&lt;br /&gt;2 tablespoons plus 2 teaspoons packed dark brown sugar&lt;br /&gt;1/4 - 1/2 teaspoon red pepper flakes&lt;br /&gt;1  1 1/2 pound fillet of salmon, skin-on and cut into 4 equal pieces&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DIRECTIONS:&lt;br /&gt;1. Combine all ingredients except salmon in a small bowl or liquid measuring cup. You will have a little over 3/4 cup of marinade. Set salmon, skin side down, in a rimmed dish and pour marinade over fish. Cover and refrigerate for at least 30 minutes. You may marinate the fish in the refrigerator for up to 6 hours.&lt;br /&gt;2. Preheat oven to 500 degrees and set a rimmed baking sheet on the lowest rack.&lt;br /&gt;3. When the oven comes up to temperature, remove the baking sheet and turn the oven down to 275 degrees. Place the salmon, skin side down, on the baking sheet. Pour the marinade over the salmon. Bake for 9 - 13 minutes. The salmon will have a tender interior with nice crispy exterior. Serve and pour liquid over fish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**Nearly all salmon are anadromous; this is just a fancyway of saying that they are born in fresh water, migrate to the ocean, then return to fresh water to have salmon babies&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Reproduce" title="Reproduce" class="mw-redirect"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. Salmon are believed&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Folklore" title="Folklore"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; to return to the exact spot where they were born to spawn and studies have corroborated this belief. We still aren't sure exactly how these creatures do it though.&lt;br /&gt;* I had to add this little tidbit of information since it's summer: salmon, and other fish that are high in antioxidants and omega 3 oils, can reduce chances of skin damage and inflammation resulting from sunburn and potentially reduce the risk of skin cancers! Kind of cool. You shouldn't abandon the sunscreen but having a fillet of salmon after a day in the sun will seem doubly delightful and salubrious.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2368075399406179060-8617604971656966675?l=everyeveryone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyeveryone.blogspot.com/feeds/8617604971656966675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2368075399406179060&amp;postID=8617604971656966675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2368075399406179060/posts/default/8617604971656966675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2368075399406179060/posts/default/8617604971656966675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyeveryone.blogspot.com/2009/07/ginger-baked-salmon.html' title='Ginger Baked Salmon'/><author><name>EVERYONE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08895441023029013442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2368075399406179060.post-2761058948999731897</id><published>2009-06-20T11:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T07:29:32.802-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Arts and Vulture'/><title type='text'>Questions</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If on a summer afternoon a man should find himself&lt;br /&gt;in love with only one woman&lt;br /&gt;in a sea of women, all the others mere half-naked&lt;br /&gt;swimmers and floaters, and if that one woman&lt;br /&gt;therefore is clad in radiance&lt;br /&gt;while the mere others are burdened by their bikinis,&lt;br /&gt;then what does he do with a world&lt;br /&gt;suddenly so small, the once unbiased sun&lt;br /&gt;shining solely on her? And if that afternoon&lt;br /&gt;turns dark, fat clouds like critics dampening&lt;br /&gt;the already wet sea, does the man run—&lt;br /&gt;he normally would—for cover, or does he dive&lt;br /&gt;deeper in, get so wet he is beyond wetness&lt;br /&gt;in all underworld utterly hers? And when&lt;br /&gt;he comes up for air, as he must,&lt;br /&gt;when he dries off and dresses up, as he must,&lt;br /&gt;how will the pedestrian streets feel?&lt;br /&gt;What will the street lamps illuminate? How exactly&lt;br /&gt;will he hold her so that everyone can see&lt;br /&gt;she doesn't belong to him, and he won't let go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;By Stephen Dunn from &lt;em&gt;Local Visitations&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2368075399406179060-2761058948999731897?l=everyeveryone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyeveryone.blogspot.com/feeds/2761058948999731897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2368075399406179060&amp;postID=2761058948999731897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2368075399406179060/posts/default/2761058948999731897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2368075399406179060/posts/default/2761058948999731897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyeveryone.blogspot.com/2009/06/questions.html' title='Questions'/><author><name>EVERYONE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08895441023029013442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2368075399406179060.post-5782509710333939019</id><published>2009-06-19T03:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T07:30:34.323-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Recipes for DIS-Stress - Savory'/><title type='text'>Summer Roast with Mint</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ezBwXihoE_M/Skd9KNgaybI/AAAAAAAAAbE/g2cj85bDIkc/s1600-h/photo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ezBwXihoE_M/Skd9KNgaybI/AAAAAAAAAbE/g2cj85bDIkc/s200/photo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352384296530921906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you aren't afraid to turn on the oven in the summer... this recipe serves 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INGREDIENTS:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 small summer squash (about 12 ounces)&lt;br /&gt;4 medium carrots (about 8 ounces)&lt;br /&gt;1 1/2  cups chopped fennel bulb (about 1 small bulb)&lt;br /&gt;1 medium onion, chopped into 1-inch pieces&lt;br /&gt;4 teaspoons extra-virgin olive oil&lt;br /&gt;1/2 teaspoon salt&lt;br /&gt;1/4  teaspoon freshly ground pepper&lt;br /&gt;1/4 cup freshly chopped mint&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DIRECTIONS: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Preheat oven to 450 degrees.&lt;br /&gt;2. Quarter squash lengthwise, then cut crosswise into 1-inch pieces. Cut carrots into 1/4-inch thick rounds. Combine squash, carrots, fennel, onion, oil, salt, and pepper in a large bowl. Spread mixture evenly in a 9x13 inch baking dish. Roast for 10 minutes and stir vegetables. Roast the vegetables for 6 – 10 more minutes until the vegetables are tender and the fennel begins to brown. Stir in the mint and serve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**Summer squash are harvested when they are immature, so their rind is still tender and edible. Summer squashes are actually fruits (they’ve got seeds!) of the species Cucurbita pepo, but they are considered vegetables in terms of culinary use. They are dubbed “summer squash" due to their short storage life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recipe by Cristina Paul&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2368075399406179060-5782509710333939019?l=everyeveryone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyeveryone.blogspot.com/feeds/5782509710333939019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2368075399406179060&amp;postID=5782509710333939019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2368075399406179060/posts/default/5782509710333939019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2368075399406179060/posts/default/5782509710333939019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyeveryone.blogspot.com/2009/06/sumer-roast-with-mint.html' title='Summer Roast with Mint'/><author><name>EVERYONE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08895441023029013442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ezBwXihoE_M/Skd9KNgaybI/AAAAAAAAAbE/g2cj85bDIkc/s72-c/photo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2368075399406179060.post-8838193007557655374</id><published>2009-06-18T23:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T23:20:42.587-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blah-Blah-Blahg: Food For Nought</title><content type='html'>During a recent potluck/screening with friends, I was just informed of the origins of this word and event. The potlatch is a ceremony that has been practiced among Native people of the Pacific Northwest&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Indigenous_peoples_of_the_Pacific_Northwest_Coast" title="Indigenous peoples of the Pacific Northwest Coast"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. Families would host guests in order to re-distribute and/or destroy wealth. Often, the host would give away his/her most cherished possessions, as would the guests. Sometimes the offerings would be burned and other times the offering would be accepted by guests. Potlatching was practiced more in the winter seasons because the warmer months were typically a better time for accruing wealth. Hierarchical relations within and between clans, villages, and nations, were observed and reinforced through the distribution or destruction of wealth and dance performances involved in a potlach. The purpose of a potlatch was not to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;get&lt;/span&gt; the most but to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;give&lt;/span&gt; the most resources.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've a lways been a bit of a control freak and greatly feared the non-sensical food combinations that are the inevitable result of a potluck. The historical context of the potlatch, however, has given me a smiling perspective of this ritual and a gratitude for it's abiding existence - even if it means eating off of paper with plastic (YIKES!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2368075399406179060-8838193007557655374?l=everyeveryone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyeveryone.blogspot.com/feeds/8838193007557655374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2368075399406179060&amp;postID=8838193007557655374' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2368075399406179060/posts/default/8838193007557655374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2368075399406179060/posts/default/8838193007557655374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyeveryone.blogspot.com/2009/06/blah-blah-blahg-food-for-nought_18.html' title='Blah-Blah-Blahg: Food For Nought'/><author><name>EVERYONE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08895441023029013442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2368075399406179060.post-7406847055354429184</id><published>2009-06-13T11:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T19:15:15.919-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Arts and Vulture'/><title type='text'>What I Believe</title><content type='html'>I believe there is no justice,&lt;br /&gt;but that cottongrass and bunchberry&lt;br /&gt;grow on the mountain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe that a scorpion's sting&lt;br /&gt;will kill a man,&lt;br /&gt;but that his wife will remarry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe that, the older we get,&lt;br /&gt;the weaker the body,&lt;br /&gt;but the stronger the soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe that if you roll over at night&lt;br /&gt;in an empty bed,&lt;br /&gt;the air consoles you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe that no one is spared&lt;br /&gt;the darkness,&lt;br /&gt;and no one gets all of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe we all drown eventually&lt;br /&gt;in a sea of our making,&lt;br /&gt;but that the land belongs to someone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe in destiny.&lt;br /&gt;And I believe in free will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe that, when all&lt;br /&gt;the clocks break,&lt;br /&gt;time goes on without them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I believe that whatever&lt;br /&gt;pulls us under,&lt;br /&gt;will do so gently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so as not to disturb anyone,&lt;br /&gt;so as not to interfere&lt;br /&gt;with what we believe in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by Michael Blumenthal from &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Days We Would Rather Know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2368075399406179060-7406847055354429184?l=everyeveryone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyeveryone.blogspot.com/feeds/7406847055354429184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2368075399406179060&amp;postID=7406847055354429184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2368075399406179060/posts/default/7406847055354429184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2368075399406179060/posts/default/7406847055354429184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyeveryone.blogspot.com/2009/06/what-i-believe.html' title='What I Believe'/><author><name>EVERYONE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08895441023029013442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2368075399406179060.post-1335373514372400613</id><published>2009-06-12T15:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T19:22:44.043-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Recipes for DIS-Stress - Savory'/><title type='text'>Amazing Balsamic Caesar Dressing (ABC Dressing)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yields about 1/2 cup but can easily be doubled, tripled, or quadrupled&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;INGREDIENTS: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1/4 cup extra virgin olive oil&lt;br /&gt;2 tablespoons Dijon mustard&lt;br /&gt;2 tablespoons good quality balsamic vinegar&lt;br /&gt;1 tablespoon freshly grated parmesan or pecorino romano cheese&lt;br /&gt;1/2 teaspoon freshly ground pepper&lt;br /&gt;1/2 teaspoon dried thyme&lt;br /&gt;2 anchovy fillets&lt;br /&gt;1 minced garlic clove&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DIRECTIONS:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Place all ingredients in a food processor and pulse until the dressing has a homogeneous consistency. This dressing is very nice with chopped romaine and home-made croutons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**Original and traditional balsamic vinegars are made from a reduction of cooked grape juice. They aren't  vinegars in the usual sense, but they have been made in Modena and Reggio Emilia since the Middle Ages. &lt;b&gt;Balsamic vinegar of Modena&lt;/b&gt; is actually an inexpensive modern imitation of the traditional product. We use this kind for salad dresings and, together with olive oil, to dip bread in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*There are three types of Balsamic vinegar:&lt;p&gt;1. Authentic traditional artisan balsamic vinegar, also known as &lt;i&gt;Balsamico Tradizionale&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2. Commercial grade Balsamic vinegars which are mass-produced&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;3. Condimento&lt;/i&gt; grade products, which are usually a mix of the two above&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;     &lt;h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h2&gt; &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2368075399406179060-1335373514372400613?l=everyeveryone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyeveryone.blogspot.com/feeds/1335373514372400613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2368075399406179060&amp;postID=1335373514372400613' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2368075399406179060/posts/default/1335373514372400613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2368075399406179060/posts/default/1335373514372400613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyeveryone.blogspot.com/2009/06/amazing-balsamic-caesar-dressing-abc.html' title='Amazing Balsamic Caesar Dressing (ABC Dressing)'/><author><name>EVERYONE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08895441023029013442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2368075399406179060.post-1585977497703433339</id><published>2009-06-11T15:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T06:52:44.683-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blah-Blah-Blahg: Food For Nought</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ezBwXihoE_M/Skd0hqI8NEI/AAAAAAAAAa8/PfDp2IXTQ1s/s1600-h/IMG_1529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ezBwXihoE_M/Skd0hqI8NEI/AAAAAAAAAa8/PfDp2IXTQ1s/s200/IMG_1529.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352374803749418050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ezBwXihoE_M/SkaTk4rkX8I/AAAAAAAAAac/jbGeAAIHxB8/s1600-h/IMG_1504.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ezBwXihoE_M/SkaTk4rkX8I/AAAAAAAAAac/jbGeAAIHxB8/s200/IMG_1504.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352127469076111298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are in the Southern California area and have NOT been to &lt;a href="http://www.lotusland.org/"&gt;Lotusland&lt;/a&gt;... GO! I love being a tourist in my own city or state. I recently made reservations (yes, you absolutely need reservations) to visit this beautiful botanical garden in Montecito. The two hour walking tour was lovely. Not only did I learn about Ganna Walska - the eccentric woman who married six times and owned the property - but I also managed to learn some interesting facts about different plant species, the five elements of a Japanese garden, how to tell the difference between male and female flora... I thoroughly enjoyed and think that most anyone would be interested in the magic and many stories that lie within the walls of Lotusland. So take a camera and toy with a topiary, frolic with a Fishtail Palm (which, by the way, is a misnomer - they are actually Cycads), giggle at a bonzai Ginkgo Biloba (but beware of the female Ginkgo trees - they smell like BMs when they are producing fruit), prance amongst some Ponytail Palms (these guys are actually Agaves!) and enjoy the ostentation of imported tiles, reflection pools and paths paved with semi-precious stones.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ezBwXihoE_M/SkaUKjExrlI/AAAAAAAAAas/ErmlqKknVw8/s1600-h/IMG_1527.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ezBwXihoE_M/SkaUKjExrlI/AAAAAAAAAas/ErmlqKknVw8/s200/IMG_1527.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352128116111289938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fishtail Palms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;                                                                                                                                                                                                                 An impish statue in the theater garden&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ezBwXihoE_M/SkaWEOMAI6I/AAAAAAAAAa0/8RLOuNb63kA/s1600-h/IMG_1509.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ezBwXihoE_M/SkaWEOMAI6I/AAAAAAAAAa0/8RLOuNb63kA/s200/IMG_1509.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352130206448493474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;                                                          &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ezBwXihoE_M/SkaUCHgaACI/AAAAAAAAAak/hbLwgyMiDFg/s1600-h/IMG_1524.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ezBwXihoE_M/SkaUCHgaACI/AAAAAAAAAak/hbLwgyMiDFg/s200/IMG_1524.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352127971272032290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Madame Walska's beautiful shells that&lt;br /&gt;surround the pool in which she skinny dipped &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2368075399406179060-1585977497703433339?l=everyeveryone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyeveryone.blogspot.com/feeds/1585977497703433339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2368075399406179060&amp;postID=1585977497703433339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2368075399406179060/posts/default/1585977497703433339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2368075399406179060/posts/default/1585977497703433339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyeveryone.blogspot.com/2009/06/blah-blah-blahg-food-for-nought_12.html' title='Blah-Blah-Blahg: Food For Nought'/><author><name>EVERYONE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08895441023029013442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ezBwXihoE_M/Skd0hqI8NEI/AAAAAAAAAa8/PfDp2IXTQ1s/s72-c/IMG_1529.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2368075399406179060.post-3264696611635100004</id><published>2009-06-05T15:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T18:38:26.680-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Music</title><content type='html'>When I was a child&lt;br /&gt;I once sat sobbing on the floor&lt;br /&gt;Beside my mother's piano&lt;br /&gt;As she played and sang&lt;br /&gt;For there was in her singing&lt;br /&gt;A shy yet solemn glory&lt;br /&gt;My smallness could not hold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when I was asked&lt;br /&gt;Why I was crying&lt;br /&gt;I had no words for it&lt;br /&gt;I only shook my head&lt;br /&gt;And went on crying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it that music&lt;br /&gt;At its most beautiful&lt;br /&gt;Opens a wound in us&lt;br /&gt;An ache a desolation&lt;br /&gt;Deep as a homesickness&lt;br /&gt;For some far-off&lt;br /&gt;And half-forgotten country&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never understood&lt;br /&gt;Why this is so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bur there's an ancient legend&lt;br /&gt;From the other side of the world&lt;br /&gt;That gives away the secret&lt;br /&gt;Of this mysterious sorrow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For centuries on centuries&lt;br /&gt;We have been wandering&lt;br /&gt;But we were made for Paradise&lt;br /&gt;As deer for the forest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when music comes to us&lt;br /&gt;With its heavenly beauty&lt;br /&gt;It brings us desolation&lt;br /&gt;For when we hear it&lt;br /&gt;We half remember&lt;br /&gt;That lost native country&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We dimly remember the fields&lt;br /&gt;Their fragrant windswept clover&lt;br /&gt;The birdsongs in the orchards&lt;br /&gt;The wild white violets in the moss&lt;br /&gt;By the transparent streams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And shining at the heart of it&lt;br /&gt;Is the longed-for beauty&lt;br /&gt;Of the One who waits for us&lt;br /&gt;Who will always wait for us&lt;br /&gt;In those radiant meadows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet also came to live with us&lt;br /&gt;And wanders where we wander.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;by Anne Porter from &lt;em&gt;Living Things: Collected Poems&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2368075399406179060-3264696611635100004?l=everyeveryone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyeveryone.blogspot.com/feeds/3264696611635100004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2368075399406179060&amp;postID=3264696611635100004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2368075399406179060/posts/default/3264696611635100004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2368075399406179060/posts/default/3264696611635100004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyeveryone.blogspot.com/2009/06/music.html' title='Music'/><author><name>EVERYONE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08895441023029013442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2368075399406179060.post-861982561076490537</id><published>2009-06-04T23:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T18:46:37.542-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Recipes for DIS-Stress - Sweet'/><title type='text'>Coriander Carrot Cake</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ezBwXihoE_M/SjhKPxw9rTI/AAAAAAAAAaU/Vurh-9gbAys/s1600-h/IMG_1490.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ezBwXihoE_M/SjhKPxw9rTI/AAAAAAAAAaU/Vurh-9gbAys/s200/IMG_1490.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348106192419663154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Makes one 13 by 9-inch cake or 24 cupcakes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 1/2 cups unbleached all-purpose flour&lt;br /&gt;1 tablespoon ground coriander&lt;br /&gt;1 1/4 teaspoons baking powder&lt;br /&gt;1 teaspoon baking soda&lt;br /&gt;1 1/4 teaspoon ground cinnamon&lt;br /&gt;1/2 teaspoons Chinese five spice powder&lt;br /&gt;1/2 teaspoon table salt&lt;br /&gt;1/2 teaspoon ground black pepper&lt;br /&gt;1/4 teaspoon ground cloves&lt;br /&gt;1 pound medium carrots (6 to 7 carrots), peeled&lt;br /&gt;1 1/2 cups granulated sugar&lt;br /&gt;1/2 cup dark brown sugar packed&lt;br /&gt;4 large eggs&lt;br /&gt;1 1/2 cups vegetable oil or canola oil&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Frosting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 vanilla beans&lt;br /&gt;8 ounces cream cheese , softened but still cool&lt;br /&gt;5 tablespoons unsalted butter softened, but still cool&lt;br /&gt;1 tablespoon sour cream&lt;br /&gt;1/2 teaspoon vanilla extract&lt;br /&gt;1/2 teaspoon ground coriander&lt;br /&gt;1 cup plus 2 tablespoons confectioners' sugar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. For the cake: Adjust oven rack to middle position if making a cake or to the two middle positions if baking cupcakes. Heat oven to 350 degrees. Spray 13 by 9-inch baking pan with nonstick cooking spray if making a cake; line bottom of pan with parchment and spray parchment. If making cupcakes, line two cupcake pans with cupcake liners.&lt;br /&gt;2. Whisk together flour, coriander, baking powder, baking soda, cinnamon, Chinese five spice, salt, pepper, and cloves in large bowl; set aside.&lt;br /&gt;3. In food processor fitted with large shredding disk, shred carrots (should yield about 3 cups); transfer carrots to bowl and set aside. Wipe out food processor workbowl and fit with metal blade. Process granulated and brown sugars and eggs until frothy and thoroughly combined, about 20 seconds. With machine running, add oil through feed tube in steady stream. Process until mixture is light in color and well emulsified, about 20 seconds longer. Scrape mixture into medium bowl. Stir in carrots and dry ingredients until incorporated and no streaks of flour remain. Pour into prepared pan and bake until toothpick or skewer inserted into center of cake comes out clean, 35 to 40 minutes, rotating pan halfway through baking time. If making cupcakes, fill each cup to about 3/4  full and bake for 32 to 36 minutes, rotating pans halfway through. Cool cake or cupcakes to room temperature in pan or pans on wire rack, about 2 hours for cake or 1 hour for cupcakes.&lt;br /&gt;4. For the frosting: Halve and scrape seeds from 2 vanilla beans. When cake is cool, process cream cheese, butter, sour cream, vanilla extract, vanilla seeds, and coriander in clean food processor workbowl until combined, about 5 seconds, scraping down bowl with rubber spatula as needed. Add confectioners' sugar and process until smooth, about 10 seconds.&lt;br /&gt;5.Run paring knife around edge of cake to loosen from pan. Invert cake onto wire rack, peel off parchment, then invert again onto serving platter. Using icing spatula, spread frosting evenly over surface of cake. Cut into squares and serve. For cupcakes, simply frost each cupcake. Leftovers may be covered and refrigerated for up to 2 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;** Coriander is known as cilantro in the Americas. It is native to southwestern Asia and west to North Africa&lt;br /&gt;*Coriander has been used to relieve anxiety and insomnia in Iranian folk medicine. Experiments in mice support its use for the preventions of anxiety. I’m just wondering how anxiety is measured in mice???? Coriander seeds are also used in traditional Indian medicine as a diuretic by boiling equal amounts of coriander seeds and cumin seeds, then cooling and consuming the resulting liquid. I’m sure you’re already running towards the kettle now in hopes of testing out the diuretic properties of coriander for yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recipe by Cristina Paul&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2368075399406179060-861982561076490537?l=everyeveryone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyeveryone.blogspot.com/feeds/861982561076490537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2368075399406179060&amp;postID=861982561076490537' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2368075399406179060/posts/default/861982561076490537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2368075399406179060/posts/default/861982561076490537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyeveryone.blogspot.com/2009/06/makes-one-13-by-9-inch-cake-or-24.html' title='Coriander Carrot Cake'/><author><name>EVERYONE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08895441023029013442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ezBwXihoE_M/SjhKPxw9rTI/AAAAAAAAAaU/Vurh-9gbAys/s72-c/IMG_1490.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2368075399406179060.post-2109162845725178882</id><published>2009-06-03T03:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T07:16:32.376-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blah-Blah-Blahg: Food For Nought</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ezBwXihoE_M/SjJjJokTe3I/AAAAAAAAAaM/n_u46GLm97s/s1600-h/photo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ezBwXihoE_M/SjJjJokTe3I/AAAAAAAAAaM/n_u46GLm97s/s200/photo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346444724801862514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I grow to understand life less and less, I learn to love it more and more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Jules Renard&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2368075399406179060-2109162845725178882?l=everyeveryone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyeveryone.blogspot.com/feeds/2109162845725178882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2368075399406179060&amp;postID=2109162845725178882' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2368075399406179060/posts/default/2109162845725178882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2368075399406179060/posts/default/2109162845725178882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyeveryone.blogspot.com/2009/06/blah-blah-blahg-food-for-nought.html' title='Blah-Blah-Blahg: Food For Nought'/><author><name>EVERYONE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08895441023029013442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ezBwXihoE_M/SjJjJokTe3I/AAAAAAAAAaM/n_u46GLm97s/s72-c/photo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2368075399406179060.post-8163640957599279208</id><published>2009-05-30T23:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T21:34:44.823-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Arts and Vulture'/><title type='text'>Time + Distance</title><content type='html'>The tea you pour is black and strong.&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't taste like tea to me;&lt;br /&gt;I must have been away too long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It isn't jasmine, spice, oolong;&lt;br /&gt;It tastes like an apology—&lt;br /&gt;This tea you pour, so black and strong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where's that old fork with the bent prong?&lt;br /&gt;What happened to the hemlock tree?&lt;br /&gt;Have I really been gone that long?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I hear the saddest song;&lt;br /&gt;It has no words, no tune, no key.&lt;br /&gt;The tea you pour is black and strong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're careful to say nothing wrong,&lt;br /&gt;You seem too eager to agree...&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I've been travelling far and long,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now it's clear, I don't belong.&lt;br /&gt;I watch you sash your robe, as we&lt;br /&gt;sit, sipping tea that's black and strong.&lt;br /&gt;I went away too far, too long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by Leslie Monsour from &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Alarming Beauty of the Sky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2368075399406179060-8163640957599279208?l=everyeveryone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyeveryone.blogspot.com/feeds/8163640957599279208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2368075399406179060&amp;postID=8163640957599279208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2368075399406179060/posts/default/8163640957599279208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2368075399406179060/posts/default/8163640957599279208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyeveryone.blogspot.com/2009/05/time-distance.html' title='Time + Distance'/><author><name>EVERYONE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08895441023029013442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2368075399406179060.post-3427410642020268007</id><published>2009-05-29T23:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T07:47:05.267-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gingered Cucumber Salad</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ezBwXihoE_M/SjEYO_A4zMI/AAAAAAAAAaE/cHnpNsLQbTs/s1600-h/IMG_1478.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ezBwXihoE_M/SjEYO_A4zMI/AAAAAAAAAaE/cHnpNsLQbTs/s200/IMG_1478.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346080878377880770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Serves 2&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Any variety of cucumber will work in this recipe, but seedless varieties are preferable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INGREDIENTS:&lt;br /&gt;1/2  cup cider vinegar&lt;br /&gt;3 tablespoons of freshly squeezed lemon juice&lt;br /&gt;2 tablespoons plus 1 teaspoon packed brown sugar&lt;br /&gt;1 tablespoon sesame oil or toasted sesame oil&lt;br /&gt;1 1/2 teaspoons freshly grated ginger&lt;br /&gt;1/2  teaspoon table salt&lt;br /&gt;1 garlic clove minced&lt;br /&gt;2 -3 large Persian or Kirby cucumbers, sliced thinly (about 3 cups)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DIRECTIONS:&lt;br /&gt;1. Mix all ingredients, except for cucumbers, together in a medium bowl until sugar and salt dissolve. Add cucumbers and toss. Refrigerate for at least a half an hour. You may marinate for up to one day and toss several times. Taste and adjust seasoning. Garnish with shiso leaf or sliced scallions if desired and serve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**Cucumbers are creeping vines in the gourd family that root in the ground and grow up trellises or other supporting frames. The plants have large leaves that shade the fruit. Cucumbers grown to be eaten fresh are called slicers and those intended for pickling are called picklers. Both types are similar. Cucumbers are mainly eaten in the unripe green form because the ripe yellow form becomes too bitter and sour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Cucumbers are classified as fruits because they have an enclosed seed and develop from flowers. A few varieties of cucumber are parthenocarpic, which means the blossoms create seedless fruit without pollination. Pollination for these varieties degrades the quality. In the US, these are usually grown in greenhouses, where bees are excluded. In Europe, they are grown outdoors in some places, and bees are excluded from these areas. Most cucumber varieties, however, are seeded and require pollination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recipe by Cristina Paul&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2368075399406179060-3427410642020268007?l=everyeveryone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyeveryone.blogspot.com/feeds/3427410642020268007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2368075399406179060&amp;postID=3427410642020268007' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2368075399406179060/posts/default/3427410642020268007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2368075399406179060/posts/default/3427410642020268007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyeveryone.blogspot.com/2009/05/gingered-cucumber-salad.html' title='Gingered Cucumber Salad'/><author><name>EVERYONE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08895441023029013442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ezBwXihoE_M/SjEYO_A4zMI/AAAAAAAAAaE/cHnpNsLQbTs/s72-c/IMG_1478.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2368075399406179060.post-9140133605623483402</id><published>2009-05-29T15:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T07:45:52.578-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blah-Blah-Blahg: Food For Nought</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ezBwXihoE_M/SiNXbjMGzkI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/1JXPM2W0fVM/s1600-h/photo%283%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ezBwXihoE_M/SiNXbjMGzkI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/1JXPM2W0fVM/s320/photo%283%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342209713805643330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nature is MAGIC!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week, a ladybug flew into my Louis Vuitton purse. Either this ladybug has really good taste or I have really good luck - I think the fact that it flew specifically into the purse is a good omen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, if you ever are lucky enough to be sitting under a jacaranda tree there are many fun things you can do. I use to use the seed pods as hopscotch markers in grade school. Now, I've graduated onto bigger and better things. Here is a friend holding an assortment of "jacaranda stems". Kind of like threading flowers together to make a daisy chain, but more beautiful. All you need is a sturdy thread and some freshly fallen jacaranda flowers - thread away!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is another friend posing as a butterfly perch - or perhaps the butterfly is posing as a piece of lint.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ezBwXihoE_M/SiNZMNRUojI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/BIdOWcjF0NA/s1600-h/photo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ezBwXihoE_M/SiNZMNRUojI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/BIdOWcjF0NA/s200/photo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342211649247158834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you STILL don't believe that nature is magic, check out the Fibonacci sequences in a pine cone, slice open a steamed beet and stare at it, buy yourself some peonies, or &lt;a href="http://www.pickyourown.org/"&gt;pick your own fruit&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2368075399406179060-9140133605623483402?l=everyeveryone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyeveryone.blogspot.com/feeds/9140133605623483402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2368075399406179060&amp;postID=9140133605623483402' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2368075399406179060/posts/default/9140133605623483402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2368075399406179060/posts/default/9140133605623483402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyeveryone.blogspot.com/2009/05/blah-blah-blahg-food-for-nought_30.html' title='Blah-Blah-Blahg: Food For Nought'/><author><name>EVERYONE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08895441023029013442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ezBwXihoE_M/SiNXbjMGzkI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/1JXPM2W0fVM/s72-c/photo%283%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2368075399406179060.post-19237728668145197</id><published>2009-05-23T23:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T08:48:47.256-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Arts and Vulture'/><title type='text'>Anniversary: One Fine Day</title><content type='html'>Who would sit through a plot as preposterous as ours,&lt;br /&gt;married after years apart? Chance meetings may work&lt;br /&gt;early in stories, but at operas, darling, in Texas?&lt;br /&gt;A bachelor pilot, I fled Laredo for the weekend,&lt;br /&gt;stopping at the opera from boredom, music I least expected.&lt;br /&gt;Of all the zoos and honky-tonks south of Dallas,&lt;br /&gt;who would believe I would find you there on the stairs,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Madame Butterfly about to start? When you moved&lt;br /&gt;four years before, I lost all hope of dying happy,&lt;br /&gt;dogfighting my way through pilot training, reckless,&lt;br /&gt;in terror only when I saw the man beside you.&lt;br /&gt;I had pictured him rich and splendid in my mind&lt;br /&gt;a thousand times, thinking you married with babies&lt;br /&gt;somewhere in Tahiti, Spain, the south of France.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I saw the lucky devil I hatedonly your date,&lt;br /&gt;but I didn't knowhe stopped gloating, watching you wave,&lt;br /&gt;turned old and bitter like the crone in Shangri La.&lt;br /&gt;Destiny happens only in plays and cheap movies&lt;br /&gt;but here, here on my desk is your photo, decades later,&lt;br /&gt;and I hear sounds from another room of our house,&lt;br /&gt;and when I rise amazed and follow, you are there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by Walt McDonald from &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Blessings the Body Gave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2368075399406179060-19237728668145197?l=everyeveryone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyeveryone.blogspot.com/feeds/19237728668145197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2368075399406179060&amp;postID=19237728668145197' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2368075399406179060/posts/default/19237728668145197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2368075399406179060/posts/default/19237728668145197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyeveryone.blogspot.com/2009/05/anniversary-one-fine-day.html' title='Anniversary: One Fine Day'/><author><name>EVERYONE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08895441023029013442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2368075399406179060.post-8951075572066215496</id><published>2009-05-23T11:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T08:34:45.923-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Recipes for DIS-Stress - Savory'/><title type='text'>Polenta Bread</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ezBwXihoE_M/Shq6US3ZIiI/AAAAAAAAAZU/E-3dKahziWg/s1600-h/IMG_1464.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ezBwXihoE_M/Shq6US3ZIiI/AAAAAAAAAZU/E-3dKahziWg/s320/IMG_1464.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339785166025466402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Makes 8 to 10 servings. This bread can be prepared and wrapped in plastic. It tastes great when served the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INGREDIENTS:&lt;br /&gt;3  tablespoons extra virgin olive oil, divided&lt;br /&gt;2 tablespoons balsamic vinegar&lt;br /&gt;1 medium white or yellow onion, thinly sliced&lt;br /&gt;1 1/2  cups medium or coarse ground cornmeal&lt;br /&gt;1/2  cup all-purpose flour&lt;br /&gt;2 tablespoons brown sugar&lt;br /&gt;2 tablespoons freshly grated pecorino romano or parmesan&lt;br /&gt;1  teaspoon baking soda&lt;br /&gt;3/4  teaspoon salt&lt;br /&gt;1 3/4  cups half-and-half or light cream, at room temperature&lt;br /&gt;2  large eggs, lightly beaten at room temperature&lt;br /&gt;1  8-oz. jar oil-packed dried tomatoes, drained, snipped and halved&lt;br /&gt;4 ounces chopped pancetta, crisp-cooked and drained&lt;br /&gt;2 garlic cloves minced&lt;br /&gt;1  tablespoon minced, fresh rosemary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DIRECTIONS:&lt;br /&gt;1. First, caramelize the onions. Heat 1 tablespoon olive oil and vinegar over medium heat in a large skillet. Place onions in skillet and cover. Cook, stirring occasionally for about 40 minutes until the onions soften and caramelize. Let cool.&lt;br /&gt;2. Meanwhile, preheat oven to 375. In medium bowl stir together cornmeal, flour, sugar, cheese, baking soda, and salt; set aside. Add 1 tablespoon of the oil to a 10-inch cast-iron skillet. Place in oven for 5 minutes. Remove skillet or pan from oven; carefully swirl oil in pan to coat bottom and sides of pan.&lt;br /&gt;3. For batter, in large bowl combine half-and-half, eggs, and remaining oil. Stir tomatoes, pancetta, garlic, and rosemary into egg mixture until combined. Add cornmeal mixture all at once to egg mixture. Stir just until moistened. Pour batter into hot skillet. Bake 30 to 35 minutes or until wooden toothpick inserted near center comes out clean. Let cool for at least 10 minutes then cut into wedges. Serve warm or at room temperature with a caponata, tapenade, infused olive oil or softened butter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**Polenta is made with ground yellow or white cornmeal. It can be ground coarsely or finely depending on the region and the texture desired. Polenta was originally, and still is, a peasant food. It comes from earlier forms of grain mush (known as puls or pulmentum in Latin or more commonly as gruel or porridge) eaten since Roman times. Early forms of polenta were made with starches such as the grain farro and chestnut flour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Polenta is traditionally labor-intensive and takes a long time to cook, sometimes taking an hour or longer and requiring constant stirring. This has led to a profusion of shortcuts. These include alternative cooking techniques that are meant to speed up the process. There are also new products such as instant polenta, popular in Italy, that allow for fast, easy preparation at home (although the results are usually lackluster). When boiled, polenta has a smooth creamy texture due to the gelatinization of starch in the grain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recipe by Cristina Paul&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2368075399406179060-8951075572066215496?l=everyeveryone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyeveryone.blogspot.com/feeds/8951075572066215496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2368075399406179060&amp;postID=8951075572066215496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2368075399406179060/posts/default/8951075572066215496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2368075399406179060/posts/default/8951075572066215496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyeveryone.blogspot.com/2009/05/polenta-bread.html' title='Polenta Bread'/><author><name>EVERYONE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08895441023029013442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ezBwXihoE_M/Shq6US3ZIiI/AAAAAAAAAZU/E-3dKahziWg/s72-c/IMG_1464.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2368075399406179060.post-7065142858583538727</id><published>2009-05-22T23:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T21:09:18.821-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blah-Blah-Blahg: Food For Nought</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ezBwXihoE_M/SiNUUGMVdYI/AAAAAAAAAZs/E9QjKNa1VR4/s1600-h/photo%282%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ezBwXihoE_M/SiNUUGMVdYI/AAAAAAAAAZs/E9QjKNa1VR4/s320/photo%282%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342206287228007810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;If you ever happen to be in Rosemead, California - scratch that - NO ONE ever just happens to be in Rosemead, unless they happen to be unfortunate enough to actually reside there. Anyhow, if you are ever willing to make the trek to Rosemead, you should  check out &lt;a href="http://www.geocities.com/bahookarestaurant/"&gt;The Bahooka Family Restaurant&lt;/a&gt;. It's a tiki resturant where you will have the good fortune to drink a flaming drink out of a salad bowl and stare at the likes of Rufus (or maybe Rufina - the jury is still out) the largest 32 year old fish I've ever seen in Rosemead. You won't mind the terrible fried food after having had a few cocktails with names like the Head Shrinker and Zombie. These liquid libations are mostly combinations of Coke, ultra-pasteurized and from concentrate fruit juices and cheap booze. Plus, the thousands of aquariums that surround you will really make your head spin. I highly recommend a visit before you die.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ezBwXihoE_M/SiNUMa8LxoI/AAAAAAAAAZk/6qbw5zAJUu8/s1600-h/photo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ezBwXihoE_M/SiNUMa8LxoI/AAAAAAAAAZk/6qbw5zAJUu8/s200/photo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342206155358455426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2368075399406179060-7065142858583538727?l=everyeveryone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyeveryone.blogspot.com/feeds/7065142858583538727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2368075399406179060.post-9099471884653561984</id><published>2009-05-14T03:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T08:30:28.997-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Arts and Vulture'/><title type='text'>In Blackwater Woods</title><content type='html'>Look, the trees&lt;br /&gt;are turning&lt;br /&gt;their own bodies&lt;br /&gt;into pillars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of light,&lt;br /&gt;are giving off the rich&lt;br /&gt;fragrance of cinnamon&lt;br /&gt;and fulfillment,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the long tapers&lt;br /&gt;of cattails&lt;br /&gt;are bursting and floating away over&lt;br /&gt;the blue shoulders&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of the ponds,&lt;br /&gt;and every pond,&lt;br /&gt;no matter what its&lt;br /&gt;name is, is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nameless now.&lt;br /&gt;Every year&lt;br /&gt;everything&lt;br /&gt;I have ever learned&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in my lifetime&lt;br /&gt;leads back to this: the fires&lt;br /&gt;and the black river of loss&lt;br /&gt;whose other side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is salvation,&lt;br /&gt;whose meaning&lt;br /&gt;none of us will ever know.&lt;br /&gt;To live in this world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you must be able&lt;br /&gt;to do three things:&lt;br /&gt;to love what is mortal;&lt;br /&gt;to hold it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;against your bones knowing&lt;br /&gt;your own life depends on it;&lt;br /&gt;and, when the time comes to let it go,&lt;br /&gt;to let it go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by Mary Oliver from &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;American Primitive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2368075399406179060-9099471884653561984?l=everyeveryone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2368075399406179060.post-6437403089398847165</id><published>2009-05-13T03:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T08:31:05.756-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Recipes for DIS-Stress - Savory'/><title type='text'>MoRockin' Chicken</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ezBwXihoE_M/ShQhq2lc2AI/AAAAAAAAAZE/mlyPsHPydmI/s1600-h/IMG_1463.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 292px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ezBwXihoE_M/ShQhq2lc2AI/AAAAAAAAAZE/mlyPsHPydmI/s320/IMG_1463.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337928478431696898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This dish serves 4 and pairs nicely with Israeli couscous, rice or quinoa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INGREDIENTS:&lt;br /&gt;For sauce:&lt;br /&gt;1/2 cup chicken stock&lt;br /&gt;1/4  cup dry red wine&lt;br /&gt;1/2 cup thinly sliced apricots&lt;br /&gt;1/4 cup golden raisins&lt;br /&gt;4 cloves garlic, minced or pushed through a garlic mincer&lt;br /&gt;1 1/2  teaspoons ground coriander&lt;br /&gt;1 teaspoon curry powder&lt;br /&gt;1/2 teaspoon each of: garam masala, ground ginger, turmeric and coarse salt&lt;br /&gt;dash of cayenne pepper and ground cinnamon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For rub:&lt;br /&gt;2 teaspoons curry powder&lt;br /&gt;1 1/2 teaspoons coarse salt&lt;br /&gt;1 1/2  teaspoons ground coriander&lt;br /&gt;1/2 teaspoon each of: garam masala, ground ginger and  turmeric&lt;br /&gt;dash of cayenne pepper and ground cinnamon&lt;br /&gt;1 ¾ lbs boneless, skinless chicken thighs that have been cleaned of excess fat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DIRECTIONS:&lt;br /&gt;1. Mix all ingredients for sauce in a large liquid measuring cup and set aside.&lt;br /&gt;2. In a small bowl, mix all the ingredients for the rub. Sprinkle rub evenly over chicken things and massage evenly into the meat.&lt;br /&gt;3. Heat a 12 inch skillet over medium heat. Add the ingredients for the sauce then place thighs so they fit snugly along the base of the skillet. Cover skillet and let cook for 14 minutes. Uncover skillet and turn chicken thighs over. Re-cover and let cook for another 12 – 14 minutes until juices run clear when pierced with a sharp knife. Season to taste and serve chicken with a spoonful of sauce and stewed fruit. Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**Ever wonder what garam masala means? Well, “garam” means hot in Urdu and “masala” means paste. This mix of ground spices varies from region to region but commonly features: black and white peppercorns, cloves, bay leaves, long pepper, black cumin, cumin seeds, cinnamon, cardamom, nutmeg, mace, star anise and coriander seeds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Garam masala can be found in two forms: the whole spices purchased separately, or a commercially ground mixture made from the spices. Commercially ground garam masala is often added at the end of cooking a dish so that the pungent aroma isn’t lost. Whole garam masala, however, is added with fat for a more piquant flavor. Many professional chefs turn their noses at commercially ground garam masala and insist on making their own from whole spices and herbs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recipe by Cristina Paul&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2368075399406179060-6437403089398847165?l=everyeveryone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyeveryone.blogspot.com/feeds/6437403089398847165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2368075399406179060&amp;postID=6437403089398847165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2368075399406179060/posts/default/6437403089398847165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2368075399406179060/posts/default/6437403089398847165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyeveryone.blogspot.com/2009/05/morockin-chicken.html' title='MoRockin&apos; Chicken'/><author><name>EVERYONE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08895441023029013442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ezBwXihoE_M/ShQhq2lc2AI/AAAAAAAAAZE/mlyPsHPydmI/s72-c/IMG_1463.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2368075399406179060.post-1447744699306912348</id><published>2009-05-12T15:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T08:35:51.309-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blah-Blah-Blahg: Food For Nought</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ezBwXihoE_M/Shq6wF1kFyI/AAAAAAAAAZc/xl5417llYV4/s1600-h/IMG_1467.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ezBwXihoE_M/Shq6wF1kFyI/AAAAAAAAAZc/xl5417llYV4/s400/IMG_1467.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339785643564472098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My new FAVORITE THING: A succulent wreath!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Puts the pedestrian Christmas wreath to shame&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2368075399406179060-1447744699306912348?l=everyeveryone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyeveryone.blogspot.com/feeds/1447744699306912348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2368075399406179060&amp;postID=1447744699306912348' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2368075399406179060/posts/default/1447744699306912348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2368075399406179060/posts/default/1447744699306912348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyeveryone.blogspot.com/2009/05/blah-blah-blahg-food-for-nought_12.html' title='Blah-Blah-Blahg: Food For Nought'/><author><name>EVERYONE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08895441023029013442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ezBwXihoE_M/Shq6wF1kFyI/AAAAAAAAAZc/xl5417llYV4/s72-c/IMG_1467.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2368075399406179060.post-979302776731460367</id><published>2009-05-09T11:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T21:55:23.660-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Arts and Vulture'/><title type='text'>Lies My Mother Told Me</title><content type='html'>If you keep eating raw spaghetti&lt;br /&gt;        you'll get pinworms,&lt;br /&gt;        then I'll have to make&lt;br /&gt;        a necklace of garlic for you to wear&lt;br /&gt;        each night while you sleep,&lt;br /&gt;        until they go away.&lt;br /&gt;If you're mean to your younger brother, I'll know&lt;br /&gt;        because I have a special eye&lt;br /&gt;        that spies on you when I'm not home.&lt;br /&gt;        You cannot hide from it,&lt;br /&gt;        so don't try.&lt;br /&gt;If you touch your "down there"&lt;br /&gt;        any time other than when using the toilet,&lt;br /&gt;        your hand will turn green and fall off.&lt;br /&gt;If you keep crossing your eyes&lt;br /&gt;        they will stay that way&lt;br /&gt;        until the wind&lt;br /&gt;        changes direction.&lt;br /&gt;It is bad luck to kill a moth. Moths are&lt;br /&gt;        the souls of our ancestors and it just&lt;br /&gt;        might be Papa paying a visit.&lt;br /&gt;If you kiss a boy on the mouth&lt;br /&gt;        your lips will stick together&lt;br /&gt;        and he'll use the opportunity&lt;br /&gt;        to suck out your brains.&lt;br /&gt;If you ever lie to me&lt;br /&gt;        God will know&lt;br /&gt;        and rat you out.&lt;br /&gt;        And sometimes&lt;br /&gt;        God exaggerates.&lt;br /&gt;        Trust me —&lt;br /&gt;        you don't want that &lt;br /&gt;        to happen. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;by Elizabeth Thomas from from &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;the Front of the Classroom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2368075399406179060-979302776731460367?l=everyeveryone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyeveryone.blogspot.com/feeds/979302776731460367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2368075399406179060&amp;postID=979302776731460367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2368075399406179060/posts/default/979302776731460367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2368075399406179060/posts/default/979302776731460367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyeveryone.blogspot.com/2009/05/lies-my-mother-told-me.html' title='Lies My Mother Told Me'/><author><name>EVERYONE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08895441023029013442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2368075399406179060.post-5049976909792999469</id><published>2009-05-08T23:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T08:11:33.229-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Recipes for DIS-Stress - Savory/Sweet'/><title type='text'>Minty Beet and Mango Salad</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ezBwXihoE_M/ShQdZkL0ynI/AAAAAAAAAY8/7_107fLVBVA/s1600-h/IMG_1462.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ezBwXihoE_M/ShQdZkL0ynI/AAAAAAAAAY8/7_107fLVBVA/s320/IMG_1462.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337923783388088946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;BEET the heat with this lovely side dish that serves 4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INGREDIENTS:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 1/2 cups chopped cooked beets (about 4-8 depending on size) *see&lt;br /&gt;directions below&lt;br /&gt;4 cups chopped mangoes (3/4” pieces), about 6 champagne mangoes&lt;br /&gt;1/4 cup chopped mint&lt;br /&gt;1 tablespoon fresh lemon juice&lt;br /&gt;pinch of salt&lt;br /&gt;pinch of cayenne&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DIRECTIONS:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. For the beets, remove greens and reserve for another use, leaving a 1-inch beet top. Wash beets thoroughly. Place beets in steamer basket set in large saucepan with 1 inch of water. Bring to boil; steam over high heat until beets can easily be pierced with thin knife, 30 to 45 minutes, depending on beet size. Reserve steaming liquid in a large liquid measuring cup. Cool beets slightly, and remove skins. You may want to use dish washing gloves while removing skins to avoid staining your hands. Chop into  3/4" pieces.&lt;br /&gt;2. Mix the beets and the rest of the ingredients in a medium-sized bowl. Refrigerate for at least twenty minutes Adjust seasoning to taste and serve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*** Mint leaves are often used by campers to repel mosquitoes. Mint oil is also used as an environmentally-friendly insecticide because of its ability to kill common pests like wasps, hornets, ants and cockroaches. Mints are supposed to make good companion plants, repelling pest insects and attracting beneficial ones.&lt;br /&gt;**Mint comes from the Latin word mentha, which is rooted in the Greek word minthe. In Greek mythology, Minthe, was a nymph who was transformed into a mint plant.&lt;br /&gt;*Fresh mint leaves should be used immediately or stored up to a couple of days in plastic bags within a refrigerator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recipe by Cristina Paul&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2368075399406179060-5049976909792999469?l=everyeveryone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyeveryone.blogspot.com/feeds/5049976909792999469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2368075399406179060&amp;postID=5049976909792999469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2368075399406179060/posts/default/5049976909792999469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2368075399406179060/posts/default/5049976909792999469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyeveryone.blogspot.com/2009/05/minty-beet-and-mango-salad.html' title='Minty Beet and Mango Salad'/><author><name>EVERYONE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08895441023029013442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ezBwXihoE_M/ShQdZkL0ynI/AAAAAAAAAY8/7_107fLVBVA/s72-c/IMG_1462.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2368075399406179060.post-4367332878802973300</id><published>2009-05-08T11:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T22:02:46.117-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blah-Blah-Blahg: Food For Nought</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ezBwXihoE_M/Sg-X9TBMDnI/AAAAAAAAAY0/qpGsJsQUmBg/s1600-h/3477754786_9f22ed3c09.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ezBwXihoE_M/Sg-X9TBMDnI/AAAAAAAAAY0/qpGsJsQUmBg/s320/3477754786_9f22ed3c09.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336651162790399602" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ezBwXihoE_M/Sg-XzsVhHiI/AAAAAAAAAYs/cNGZRywujpk/s1600-h/3476951747_5b20aa9597_s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 75px; height: 75px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ezBwXihoE_M/Sg-XzsVhHiI/AAAAAAAAAYs/cNGZRywujpk/s400/3476951747_5b20aa9597_s.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336650997787860514" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want these people to be my friends. Check out more photos at:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/37784309@N05/sets/72157617358108674/"&gt;http://www.flickr.com/photos/37784309@N05/sets/72157617358108674/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://austinist.com/2009/04/27/snapshots_bodies_in_urban_spaces_fu.php"&gt;http://austinist.com/2009/04/27/snapshots_bodies_in_urban_spaces_fu.php&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2368075399406179060-4367332878802973300?l=everyeveryone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyeveryone.blogspot.com/feeds/4367332878802973300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2368075399406179060&amp;postID=4367332878802973300' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2368075399406179060/posts/default/4367332878802973300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2368075399406179060/posts/default/4367332878802973300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyeveryone.blogspot.com/2009/05/blah-blah-blahg-food-for-nought.html' title='Blah-Blah-Blahg: Food For Nought'/><author><name>EVERYONE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08895441023029013442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ezBwXihoE_M/Sg-X9TBMDnI/AAAAAAAAAY0/qpGsJsQUmBg/s72-c/3477754786_9f22ed3c09.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2368075399406179060.post-3996574880622945001</id><published>2009-05-02T03:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T07:42:38.525-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Arts and Vulture'/><title type='text'>Sleeping Next to the Man on the Plane</title><content type='html'>I'm not well. Neither is he.&lt;br /&gt;Periodically he pulls out a handkerchief&lt;br /&gt;and blows his nose. I worry&lt;br /&gt;about germs, but appreciate how he shares&lt;br /&gt;the armrest —especially&lt;br /&gt;considering his size —too large&lt;br /&gt;to lay the tray over his lap.&lt;br /&gt;His seatbelt barely buckles. At least&lt;br /&gt;he doesn't have to ask for an extender&lt;br /&gt;for which I imagine him grateful. Our upper arms&lt;br /&gt;press against each other, like apricots growing&lt;br /&gt;from the same node. My arm is warm&lt;br /&gt;where his touches it. I close my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;In the chilly, oxygen-poor air, I am glad&lt;br /&gt;to be close to his breathing mass.&lt;br /&gt;We want our own species. We want&lt;br /&gt;to lie down next to our own kind.&lt;br /&gt;Even here in this metal encumbrance, hurtling&lt;br /&gt;improbably 30,000 feet above the earth,&lt;br /&gt;with all this civilization —down&lt;br /&gt;to the chicken-or-lasagna in their&lt;br /&gt;environmentally-incorrect packets,&lt;br /&gt;even as the woman behind me is swiping&lt;br /&gt;her credit card on the phone embedded&lt;br /&gt;in my headrest and the folks in first&lt;br /&gt;are watching their individual movies&lt;br /&gt;on personal screens, I lean&lt;br /&gt;into this stranger, seeking primitive comfort—&lt;br /&gt;heat, touch, breath—as we slip&lt;br /&gt;into the ancient vulnerability of sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by Ellen Bass from &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Mules of Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2368075399406179060-3996574880622945001?l=everyeveryone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyeveryone.blogspot.com/feeds/3996574880622945001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2368075399406179060&amp;postID=3996574880622945001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2368075399406179060/posts/default/3996574880622945001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2368075399406179060/posts/default/3996574880622945001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyeveryone.blogspot.com/2009/04/sleeping-next-to-man-on-plane.html' title='Sleeping Next to the Man on the Plane'/><author><name>EVERYONE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08895441023029013442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2368075399406179060.post-8517591466795538217</id><published>2009-04-29T03:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T07:42:59.626-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Recipes for DIS-Stress - Sweet'/><title type='text'>Key Lime Pie with a Gingersnap Crust</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ezBwXihoE_M/SffN9oRXW9I/AAAAAAAAAYM/ozMje63PVtw/s1600-h/IMG_1458.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ezBwXihoE_M/SffN9oRXW9I/AAAAAAAAAYM/ozMje63PVtw/s320/IMG_1458.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329955142682237906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;Serves eight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Use instant pudding that requires no stovetop cooking for this recipe. Regular supermarket (Persian) limes taste best in this recipe; bottled lime juice makes for a lackluster pie. This easy homemade crust can easily be made with gluten-free ginger snaps as well! Use a deep-dish pie plate because there’s a whole lot of crust and it’s the kind that people will fight over.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;INGREDIENTS:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crust&lt;br /&gt;2 cups ginger snap crumbs&lt;br /&gt;1/4 cup butter, melted&lt;br /&gt;1/4  cup granulated sugar&lt;br /&gt;1/4  teaspoon coarse salt&lt;br /&gt;Filling&lt;br /&gt;1/4  cup granulated sugar&lt;br /&gt;4 teaspoons lime zest&lt;br /&gt;8 ounces cream cheese, softened&lt;br /&gt;1 (14 ounce) can sweetened condensed milk&lt;br /&gt;1/3 cup instant vanilla pudding mix&lt;br /&gt;1 1/4  teaspoons unflavored gelatin&lt;br /&gt;1 cup fresh lime juice from 10 – 14 limes&lt;br /&gt;1 teaspoon vanilla extract&lt;br /&gt;pinch of salt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;INSTRUCTIONS:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. For the crust: Adjust oven rack to middle position and heat oven to 350 degrees. Pulse ginger snaps in food processor until finely ground; measure to make 2 cups. Add sugar, and salt and process for 10 seconds. Add melted butter in steady stream while pulsing until crumbs resemble damp sand. Using bottom of dry measuring cup, press crumbs firmly into bottom and sides of 9-inch deep dish pie plate. Bake until fragrant and browned around edges, 12 to 14 minutes. Cool completely.&lt;br /&gt;2. For the filling: Process sugar and zest in food processor until sugar turns bright green, about 30 seconds. Add cream cheese and process until combined, about 30 seconds. Add condensed milk and pudding mix and process until smooth, about 30 seconds. Scrape down sides of bowl. Stir gelatin and 2 tablespoons lime juice in small bowl. Heat in microwave for 15 seconds; stir until dissolved. With machine running, pour gelatin mixture, remaining lime juice, and vanilla through feed tube and mix until thoroughly combined, about 30 seconds.&lt;br /&gt;3. Pour filling into cooled crust, cover with plastic, and refrigerate at least 3 hours or up to 2 days. To serve, let pie sit at room temperature for 10 minutes before slicing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**Gingersnaps are often referred to as ginger nuts in the UK, Australia and New Zealand.&lt;br /&gt;*Key lime pie is usually made with key limes, which are more tart and aromatic than the common Persian limes available year round in most grocery stores. Key lime juice, unlike regular lime juice, is a pale yellow. The filling in key lime pie is often yellow due to the egg yolks featured in many recipes. Canned sweetened condensed milk was initially used in key lime pie recipes because fresh milk was not common in the Florida Keys before modern refrigerated distribution methods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recipe adapted by Cristina Paul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2368075399406179060-8517591466795538217?l=everyeveryone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyeveryone.blogspot.com/feeds/8517591466795538217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2368075399406179060&amp;postID=8517591466795538217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2368075399406179060/posts/default/8517591466795538217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2368075399406179060/posts/default/8517591466795538217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyeveryone.blogspot.com/2009/04/key-lime-pie-with-gingersnap-crust.html' title='Key Lime Pie with a Gingersnap Crust'/><author><name>EVERYONE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08895441023029013442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ezBwXihoE_M/SffN9oRXW9I/AAAAAAAAAYM/ozMje63PVtw/s72-c/IMG_1458.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2368075399406179060.post-5217432805022638951</id><published>2009-04-28T03:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T07:45:39.059-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blah-Blah-Blahg: Food For Nought</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A Word on Table Etiquette&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ezBwXihoE_M/SgLzBYj8uOI/AAAAAAAAAYU/ghFQUYf1ejg/s1600-h/etique4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 206px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ezBwXihoE_M/SgLzBYj8uOI/AAAAAAAAAYU/ghFQUYf1ejg/s320/etique4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333092113858738402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;(I KNOW I had to take Etiquette lessons as a child)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I am not a wasp and did not grow up in the penthouse of a fancy hotel, I do know a thing or two about table manners. I recently attended a wedding at which an entire table was chewing gum - like a herd of bored, masticating cows. I was in shock  - SHOCK - I say. Then I took note of how they were eating and leaving their table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I thought I would write a few notes  on some common dining foibles. Some ill-informed diners may push their plate away when they have finished eating.  Please leave your plate where it is in the place setting.  Actually, you should attempt to keep the same place setting throughout the dinner, so that all items remain in the same location that the host/hostess intended.  The common way to show that you have finished your meal is to lay your fork and knife diagonally across your plate.  Place your knife and fork side by side, with the sharp side of the knife blade facing inward and the fork, tines down, to the left of the knife.  The knife and fork should be placed so as to resemble 10:20 PM on a clock face.  Be sure to arrange them in such a way that they do not slide off the plate when being removed.  This could be catastrophic for your white pants!!! Once you have used a piece of silverware, never place it back on the table or leave a used spoon in a cup; place it on the saucer.  Any unused silverware is simply left on the table.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2368075399406179060-5217432805022638951?l=everyeveryone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyeveryone.blogspot.com/feeds/5217432805022638951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2368075399406179060&amp;postID=5217432805022638951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2368075399406179060/posts/default/5217432805022638951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2368075399406179060/posts/default/5217432805022638951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyeveryone.blogspot.com/2009/05/word-on-table-etiquette-i-know-i-had-to.html' title='Blah-Blah-Blahg: Food For Nought'/><author><name>EVERYONE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08895441023029013442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ezBwXihoE_M/SgLzBYj8uOI/AAAAAAAAAYU/ghFQUYf1ejg/s72-c/etique4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2368075399406179060.post-4536044681506858662</id><published>2009-04-19T23:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T23:11:00.736-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Arts and Vulture'/><title type='text'>Doesn't Matter What It Looks Like</title><content type='html'>"When you have blown your nose,&lt;br /&gt;you should not open your handkerchief&lt;br /&gt;and inspect it, as though pearls or rubies&lt;br /&gt;had dropped out of your skull."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The Book of Manners (1958)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After you have blown your nose,&lt;br /&gt;Father said, it's not polite to look inside&lt;br /&gt;your handkerchief to see what it looks like.&lt;br /&gt;You're not a doctor. What's more important&lt;br /&gt;is getting the handkerchief back into your pocket&lt;br /&gt;without staining your pants. There are some things&lt;br /&gt;it's better not to look at. It should be left&lt;br /&gt;to your imagination, but if you have&lt;br /&gt;a strong desire to look you can always&lt;br /&gt;find pictures of it in a medical book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by Hal Sirowitz from &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Father Said&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2368075399406179060-4536044681506858662?l=everyeveryone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyeveryone.blogspot.com/feeds/4536044681506858662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2368075399406179060&amp;postID=4536044681506858662' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2368075399406179060/posts/default/4536044681506858662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2368075399406179060/posts/default/4536044681506858662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyeveryone.blogspot.com/2009/04/doesnt-matter-what-it-looks-like.html' title='Doesn&apos;t Matter What It Looks Like'/><author><name>EVERYONE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08895441023029013442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2368075399406179060.post-7424657445017240440</id><published>2009-04-19T15:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T17:00:14.304-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Recipes for DIS-Stress - Sweet'/><title type='text'>Cream Soda Cupcakes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ezBwXihoE_M/SeuzxCKwyfI/AAAAAAAAAX8/fAU4QBIsySk/s1600-h/IMG_1457.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ezBwXihoE_M/SeuzxCKwyfI/AAAAAAAAAX8/fAU4QBIsySk/s200/IMG_1457.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326548639272716786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Makes 18 people smile with no sharing involved&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;INGREDIENTS:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2  cups all-purpose flour&lt;br /&gt;1 1/2 teaspoon baking powder&lt;br /&gt;1/2 teaspoon baking soda&lt;br /&gt;1/2 teaspoon table salt&lt;br /&gt;1/2 cup butter, softened&lt;br /&gt;3/4 cup granulated sugar&lt;br /&gt;1/4 cup packed brown sugar&lt;br /&gt;3 large eggs, room temperature&lt;br /&gt;2 tablespoons molasses&lt;br /&gt;1 teaspoon vanilla extract&lt;br /&gt;1 vanilla bean, split lengthwise&lt;br /&gt;1/2 cup buttermilk, room temperature&lt;br /&gt;1/2 cup cream soda (not diet), room temperature&lt;br /&gt;3/4 cup toffee pieces, divided&lt;br /&gt;1 recipe Brown Butter Frosting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DIRECTIONS:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Preheat oven to 350 degrees F. Combine flour, baking powder, baking soda, and 1/2 teaspoon salt; set aside.&lt;br /&gt;2. In large bowl beat butter with electric mixer on medium to high 30 seconds. Add sugars; beat until well combined. Beat in eggs, one at a time, on low until combined. Beat in molasses, vanilla, and scrape in vanilla bean “seeds”.&lt;br /&gt;3. Alternately add flour mixture, buttermilk, and cream soda to butter mixture, beating on low speed after each addition until combined. Stir in 1/2 cup of the toffee. Let batter rest for at least 10 minutes while you line eighteen 2-1/2-inch muffin cups with paper baking cups.&lt;br /&gt;4. Fill cups 3/4 full. Bake about 18 minutes or until tops spring back when lightly touched. Cool in pans on racks 5 minutes. Remove from pans; cool completely. Frost and garnish with remaining toffee.&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Brown Butter Frosting:&lt;/span&gt; For brown butter, in saucepan heat 1/4 cup butter over medium-low heat until lightly browned, about 8 minutes; cool. In bowl of an electric mixer, beat 1/4 cup softened butter with mixer on medium 30 seconds. Add cooled brown butter; beat until combined. Add 1 3/4 cups powdered sugar, 1/2 teaspoon vanilla, the “seeds” of 1 vanilla bean split lengthwise, and dash salt. Beat in 1 tablespoon buttermilk. Use immediately. If frosting begins dry or harden, stir in a small amount of boiling water. Makes 1 1/4 cups frosting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Cream soda varies from country to country, but usually has a vanilla flavoring. Its name originated, at least in the United Kingdom, from "ice cream soda" because it was traditionally served with a dollop of ice cream floating on top. The first patent for cream soda was granted in Canada in 1886. The recipe had whipped egg whites, sugar, lime juice, lemons, citric acid, and bicarbonate of soda. Today, Canadian cream soda is often pink and has a unique taste similar to grenadine. Clear versions of cream soda can also be found in Canada. In the U.S. market, cream soda is often clear or colored light brown and vanilla-flavored, but pink, red, and blue are also available. In some places in the U.S., where the drink is made on location, cream soda consists of soda water, vanilla syrup, and cream or half and half.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adapted by Cristina Paul&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2368075399406179060-7424657445017240440?l=everyeveryone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyeveryone.blogspot.com/feeds/7424657445017240440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2368075399406179060&amp;postID=7424657445017240440' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2368075399406179060/posts/default/7424657445017240440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2368075399406179060/posts/default/7424657445017240440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyeveryone.blogspot.com/2009/04/cream-soda-cupcakes.html' title='Cream Soda Cupcakes'/><author><name>EVERYONE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08895441023029013442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ezBwXihoE_M/SeuzxCKwyfI/AAAAAAAAAX8/fAU4QBIsySk/s72-c/IMG_1457.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2368075399406179060.post-8236674877986361226</id><published>2009-04-19T11:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T16:57:31.268-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blah-Blah-Blahg: Food For Nought</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ezBwXihoE_M/Seu3YpOXpBI/AAAAAAAAAYE/HeBR-YGtmVw/s1600-h/Gray411.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 194px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ezBwXihoE_M/Seu3YpOXpBI/AAAAAAAAAYE/HeBR-YGtmVw/s200/Gray411.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326552618306610194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Armpits are so &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Axillism#Types_of_non-penetrative_sexual_activity"&gt;sexy&lt;/a&gt; - so who gave them that awful name?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2368075399406179060-8236674877986361226?l=everyeveryone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyeveryone.blogspot.com/feeds/8236674877986361226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2368075399406179060&amp;postID=8236674877986361226' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2368075399406179060/posts/default/8236674877986361226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2368075399406179060/posts/default/8236674877986361226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyeveryone.blogspot.com/2009/04/blah.html' title='Blah-Blah-Blahg: Food For Nought'/><author><name>EVERYONE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08895441023029013442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ezBwXihoE_M/Seu3YpOXpBI/AAAAAAAAAYE/HeBR-YGtmVw/s72-c/Gray411.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2368075399406179060.post-3267176947860903701</id><published>2009-04-15T23:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T23:11:00.778-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Banking Rules</title><content type='html'>I was standing in line at the bank and&lt;br /&gt;the fellow in front of me was humming. The&lt;br /&gt;line was long and slow, and after a while&lt;br /&gt;the humming began to irritate me. I said to&lt;br /&gt;the fellow, "Excuse me, would you mind not&lt;br /&gt;humming." And he said, "Was I humming?&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry, I didn't realize it." And he went&lt;br /&gt;right on humming. I said, "Sir, you're&lt;br /&gt;humming again." "Me, humming?" he said.&lt;br /&gt;"I don't think so." And then he went on&lt;br /&gt;humming. I was about to blow my lid. Instead,&lt;br /&gt;I went to find the manager. I said, "See&lt;br /&gt;that man over there in the blue suit?" "Yes,"&lt;br /&gt;he said, "what about him?" "He won't stop&lt;br /&gt;humming," I said, "I've asked him politely&lt;br /&gt;several times, but he won't stop." "There's&lt;br /&gt;no crime in humming," he said. I went back&lt;br /&gt;and took my place in line. I listened, but&lt;br /&gt;there was nothing coming out of him. I said,&lt;br /&gt;"Are you okay, pal?" He looked mildly peeved,&lt;br /&gt;and gave me no reply. I felt myself shrinking.&lt;br /&gt;The manager of the bank walked briskly up&lt;br /&gt;to me and said, "Sir, are you aware of the&lt;br /&gt;fact that you're shrinking?" I said I was.&lt;br /&gt;And he said, "I'm afraid we don't allow that&lt;br /&gt;kind of behavior in this bank. I have to ask&lt;br /&gt;you to leave." The air was whistling out&lt;br /&gt;of me, I was almost gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by James Tate from &lt;em&gt;Return to the City of White Donkeys&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2368075399406179060-3267176947860903701?l=everyeveryone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyeveryone.blogspot.com/feeds/3267176947860903701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2368075399406179060&amp;postID=3267176947860903701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2368075399406179060/posts/default/3267176947860903701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2368075399406179060/posts/default/3267176947860903701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyeveryone.blogspot.com/2009/04/banking-rules.html' title='Banking Rules'/><author><name>EVERYONE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08895441023029013442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2368075399406179060.post-7234158653830955519</id><published>2009-04-15T15:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T17:02:07.370-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Recipes for DIS-Stress - Savory/Sweet'/><title type='text'>Ginger-Mango Salsa</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ezBwXihoE_M/SeXxqmgVIEI/AAAAAAAAAX0/lMLlsFSsSjs/s1600-h/IMG_1454.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ezBwXihoE_M/SeXxqmgVIEI/AAAAAAAAAX0/lMLlsFSsSjs/s320/IMG_1454.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324927848628428866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was inspired by a salsa I had at my dear friend's recent wedding. The salsa pairs well with chips, pork, chicken, or firm white fish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;INGREDIENTS:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 large, ripe champagne mangoes (the smaller more lima bean shaped ones), peeled, flesh cut from pit into 1/4 inch dice (1 3/4 to 2 cups)&lt;br /&gt;2 tablespoons minced red onion&lt;br /&gt;2 – 3 tablespoons lime juice , from 1 to 2 limes&lt;br /&gt;2 teaspoons minced ginger (from about a 1 inch piece of peeled ginger)&lt;br /&gt;kosher salt salt&lt;br /&gt;cayenne pepper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DIRECTIONS:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In medium bowl, toss together mango, onion, 2 tablespoons lime juice, ginger, 1/2 teaspoon kosher salt, and 1/8 teaspoon cayenne; let stand at room temperature to blend flavors, 15 to 30 minutes. Adjust seasoning with additional lime juice, salt, and cayenne. Serve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***The word salsa is derived from the Latin salsa ("salty"), from sal ("salt"). Saline and salad are also related words. Mexican salsas have traditionally been produced using the mortar and pestle-like molcajete, although blenders are now more commonly used.&lt;br /&gt;** Most salsas sold in the U.S are forms of salsa cruda or pico de gallo, but to increase their shelf life, have been cooked and have vinegar added.&lt;br /&gt;* The dollar amount of salsa sales in the U.S. has overtaken those of ketchup. This may be attributed to the fact that fresh salsas (ones that must be refrigerated) spoil faster than other condiments, and may be purchased more often than condiments with longer shelf lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recipe by Cristina Paul&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2368075399406179060-7234158653830955519?l=everyeveryone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyeveryone.blogspot.com/feeds/7234158653830955519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2368075399406179060&amp;postID=7234158653830955519' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2368075399406179060/posts/default/7234158653830955519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2368075399406179060/posts/default/7234158653830955519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyeveryone.blogspot.com/2009/04/ginger-mango-salsa.html' title='Ginger-Mango Salsa'/><author><name>EVERYONE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08895441023029013442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ezBwXihoE_M/SeXxqmgVIEI/AAAAAAAAAX0/lMLlsFSsSjs/s72-c/IMG_1454.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2368075399406179060.post-3117022043020208588</id><published>2009-04-15T03:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T07:45:16.635-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blah-Blah-Blahg: Food For Nought</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ezBwXihoE_M/SeXw1W8IKoI/AAAAAAAAAXs/H83p4WXCgsA/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 124px; height: 113px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ezBwXihoE_M/SeXw1W8IKoI/AAAAAAAAAXs/H83p4WXCgsA/s200/images.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324926933916985986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tax Day&lt;/span&gt;. The federal income tax has been in effect since Congress ratified the 16th Amendment in 1913. Basically, all that means is that each year, when April comes around like a big brown paper bag full of doody, I just want to stab myself in the eye with a dull pencil until my tax return arrives. I wish I could order up a glass of toxic assets like so much milk and just laugh until they squirted out my nose and my mutual funds recovered from the havoc that the economy has wreaked upon all of us. This whole situation is really a laugh. I liken it to a bunch of kids playing Dungeons and Dragons - except instead of sci-fi fantasy nerds, they are numbers dorks and con artists and they're making big bucks doing number wizardry. But instead of laughing at these money hungry wizards - we all bought into it. All I really need to know about money is what I learned in grade school - don't trust people who have fun playing make-believe games or at least don't eat lunch in the same area and don't join in.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2368075399406179060-3117022043020208588?l=everyeveryone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyeveryone.blogspot.com/feeds/3117022043020208588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2368075399406179060&amp;postID=3117022043020208588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2368075399406179060/posts/default/3117022043020208588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2368075399406179060/posts/default/3117022043020208588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyeveryone.blogspot.com/2009/04/bla.html' title='Blah-Blah-Blahg: Food For Nought'/><author><name>EVERYONE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08895441023029013442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ezBwXihoE_M/SeXw1W8IKoI/AAAAAAAAAXs/H83p4WXCgsA/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2368075399406179060.post-3684653161851304501</id><published>2009-04-08T11:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T11:33:16.080-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Arts and Vulture'/><title type='text'>Introduction to Poetry</title><content type='html'>I ask them to take a poem&lt;br /&gt;and hold it up to the light&lt;br /&gt;like a color slide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or press an ear against its hive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say drop a mouse into a poem&lt;br /&gt;and watch him probe his way out,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or walk inside the poem's room&lt;br /&gt;and feel the walls for a light switch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want them to waterski&lt;br /&gt;across the surface of a poem&lt;br /&gt;waving at the author's name on the shore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But all they want to do&lt;br /&gt;is tie the poem to a chair with rope&lt;br /&gt;and torture a confession out of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They begin beating it with a hose&lt;br /&gt;to find out what it really means. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by Billy Collins from T&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;he Apple That Astonished Paris&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2368075399406179060-3684653161851304501?l=everyeveryone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyeveryone.blogspot.com/feeds/3684653161851304501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2368075399406179060&amp;postID=3684653161851304501' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2368075399406179060/posts/default/3684653161851304501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2368075399406179060/posts/default/3684653161851304501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyeveryone.blogspot.com/2009/04/introduction-to-poetry.html' title='Introduction to Poetry'/><author><name>EVERYONE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08895441023029013442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2368075399406179060.post-4633217417178522881</id><published>2009-04-07T23:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T11:19:02.995-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Recipes for DIS-Stress - Savory'/><title type='text'>Red Quinoa With Oro Blanco and Avocado</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ezBwXihoE_M/SdzpqLH_x3I/AAAAAAAAAXk/MvSPL2QIitA/s1600-h/IMG_1452.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ezBwXihoE_M/SdzpqLH_x3I/AAAAAAAAAXk/MvSPL2QIitA/s320/IMG_1452.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322385770395191154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Serves 4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Heating the quinoa in the saucepan imparts a nutty flavor to this pseudocereal (technically it is not a grass). This dish makes for delicious leftovers or it can be made ahead; you should add the avocado the day the quinoa is served.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INGREDIENTS:&lt;br /&gt;2 teaspoons olive oil&lt;br /&gt;3/4 cup halved and then thinly sliced leeks (about a half of a small leek)&lt;br /&gt;4 cups red Swiss chard chopped,  with red stems chopped and set aside (about 4 leaves)&lt;br /&gt;1/4  teaspoon kosher salt&lt;br /&gt;3/4  cup red quinoa&lt;br /&gt;1 1/2 cups vegetable or chicken broth&lt;br /&gt;1 oro blanco grapefruit, peeled, with individual wedges cut in half&lt;br /&gt;1/2  cup crumbled feta cheese&lt;br /&gt;1/4  cup golden raisins&lt;br /&gt;1 medium avocado chopped into 3/4 inch pieces&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DIRECTIONS:&lt;br /&gt;1. Heat oil in a 12 inch skillet on medium. Add leeks and red chard stems. Cook and stir occasionally until softened, about 5 – 7 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;2. Add chopped chard leaves and kosher salt to skillet and cover. Cook for about 8 minutes, stirring once so that leaves wilt evenly. Uncover and set aside.&lt;br /&gt;3. Meanwhile, add red quinoa to a medium saucepan and heat on high for 30 seconds. Add liquid and bring to a boil. Lower heat and simmer for about 15 minutes, until most liquid is absorbed. Taste quinoa to test for doneness. The grains should be translucent, red and the germs should have opened.&lt;br /&gt;4. Toss in the grapefruit, feta and raisins. Salt the avocado and gently toss the avocado in last. Serve warm or at room temperature.&lt;br /&gt;**Red quinoa is a complete protein just like plain old white quinoa. Protein is made up of amino acids, 12 of which are produced by the human body. Another 9, called essential amino acids, must be obtained from food. A complete protein contains all of the essential amino acids.&lt;br /&gt;*Compared with white quinoa, the red variety has a subtle, earthy flavor, but it’s just as easy to digest. Once cooked, it has a light brownish color.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recipe by Cristina Paul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2368075399406179060-4633217417178522881?l=everyeveryone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyeveryone.blogspot.com/feeds/4633217417178522881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2368075399406179060&amp;postID=4633217417178522881' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2368075399406179060/posts/default/4633217417178522881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2368075399406179060/posts/default/4633217417178522881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyeveryone.blogspot.com/2009/04/red-quinoa-with-oro-blanco-and-avocado.html' title='Red Quinoa With Oro Blanco and Avocado'/><author><name>EVERYONE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08895441023029013442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ezBwXihoE_M/SdzpqLH_x3I/AAAAAAAAAXk/MvSPL2QIitA/s72-c/IMG_1452.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2368075399406179060.post-4710324866020893970</id><published>2009-04-06T03:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T07:21:58.587-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Videos That Make Everyone Smile'/><title type='text'>Blah-Blah-Blahg: Food For Nought</title><content type='html'>I feel like Uncle Joey from Full House, 'cause all I have to say is: "WOH!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/D2FX9rviEhw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/D2FX9rviEhw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2368075399406179060-4710324866020893970?l=everyeveryone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyeveryone.blogspot.com/feeds/4710324866020893970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2368075399406179060&amp;postID=4710324866020893970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2368075399406179060/posts/default/4710324866020893970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2368075399406179060/posts/default/4710324866020893970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyeveryone.blogspot.com/2009/04/blah-blah-blahg-food-for-nought.html' title='Blah-Blah-Blahg: Food For Nought'/><author><name>EVERYONE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08895441023029013442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2368075399406179060.post-4112518022118764584</id><published>2009-04-04T03:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T08:19:32.324-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Arts and Vulture'/><title type='text'>Meditation on Ruin</title><content type='html'>It's not the lost lover that brings us to ruin, or the barroom brawl,&lt;br /&gt;           or the con game gone bad, or the beating&lt;br /&gt;Taken in the alleyway. But the lost car keys,&lt;br /&gt;The broken shoelace,&lt;br /&gt;The overcharge at the gas pump&lt;br /&gt;Which we broach without comment — these are the things that &lt;br /&gt;           eat away at life, these constant vibrations&lt;br /&gt;In the web of the unremarkable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The death of a father — the death of the mother —&lt;br /&gt;The sudden loss shocks the living flesh alive! But the broken&lt;br /&gt;           pair of glasses,&lt;br /&gt;The tear in the trousers,&lt;br /&gt;These begin an ache behind the eyes. &lt;br /&gt;And it's this ache to which we will ourselves&lt;br /&gt;Oblivious. We are oblivious. Then, one morning—there's a &lt;br /&gt;crack in the water glass —we wake to find ourselves undone. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;by Jay Hopler from &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Green Squall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2368075399406179060-4112518022118764584?l=everyeveryone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyeveryone.blogspot.com/feeds/4112518022118764584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2368075399406179060&amp;postID=4112518022118764584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2368075399406179060/posts/default/4112518022118764584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2368075399406179060/posts/default/4112518022118764584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyeveryone.blogspot.com/2009/04/meditation-on-ruin.html' title='Meditation on Ruin'/><author><name>EVERYONE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08895441023029013442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2368075399406179060.post-1984338387471706305</id><published>2009-04-01T23:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T08:21:04.448-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Recipes for DIS-Stress - Savory'/><title type='text'>Cauliflower With Ginger and Chickpeas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ezBwXihoE_M/SdROO7xh0HI/AAAAAAAAAXU/WM2oA4LFZw4/s1600-h/IMG_1450.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ezBwXihoE_M/SdROO7xh0HI/AAAAAAAAAXU/WM2oA4LFZw4/s320/IMG_1450.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319963078301962354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Serves 4 as a main dish or 6 as a side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cauliflower can be steamed a day ahead and reheated before serving. The onion sauce can also be made ahead. Spoon this same sauce over grilled or sautéed fish or rice as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;INGREDIENTS:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 teaspoons extra-virgin olive oil&lt;br /&gt;3 medium onions, thin sliced&lt;br /&gt;Salt and fresh ground black pepper&lt;br /&gt;4 large garlic cloves, minced&lt;br /&gt;One 1-inch piece fresh ginger root, peeled and minced (about 1 3/4 teaspoons)&lt;br /&gt;1 chile de arbol, chopped (with seeds for greater heat)&lt;br /&gt;1/3 cup raisins&lt;br /&gt;1 15-ounce can chickpeas, drained&lt;br /&gt;1/8 teaspoon turmeric&lt;br /&gt;4 threads of saffron&lt;br /&gt;1/4 cup vinegar (rice, cider or wine)&lt;br /&gt;2 tablespoons sun–dried tomato paste or regular tomato paste&lt;br /&gt;1/2 cup vegetable broth or chicken broth&lt;br /&gt;1 large cauliflower, cut into large florets&lt;br /&gt;optional * 1/2 cup salted cashews broken into large pieces&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;DIRECTIONS:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Film the bottom of a 12-inch skillet with oil. Heat over medium-high to high. Add the onions and season liberally with salt and pepper. Sauté over high heat, stirring often, until onions begin to color, about 10 – 12 minutes&lt;br /&gt;2. Stir in the garlic, ginger, chili, coriander, raisins, chickpeas, turmeric, and saffron. Stir over medium-high 2 minutes then add the vinegar. Cook, stirring occasionally, until all vinegar has evaporated, about 3 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;3. Push the sauté to the sides of the pan so the center is empty and add the tomato paste. Sauté about 30 seconds, add the broth, then stir until the paste and water are combined. Now stir everything together, cooking another 3 minutes. Taste for seasoning and set the sauté aside. (You may refrigerate the sauce overnight at this point).&lt;br /&gt;4. Set a collapsible steamer in a 6-quart pot, add several inches of water, cover the pot and bring to a boil. Place the cauliflower in the steamer and sprinkle with salt. Steam until the cauliflower shows a little resistance when pierced with a knife. With long tongs remove the cauliflower to a large shallow bowl.&lt;br /&gt;5. Heat the onion sauté and spoon it over the cauliflower, using any liquid in the pan. Scatter with cashews, if desired. Serve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**Turmeric is part of the ginger family. The rhizomes are boiled for several hours and then dried in hot ovens. Afterwards, they are ground into a deep orangish powder commonly used as a spice in curries and other South Asian and Middle Eastern cuisine, for dyeing, and to color mustard condiments. It has an earthy, bitter, peppery flavor and a mustardy smell.&lt;br /&gt;In medieval Europe, turmeric became known as Indian Saffron, since it is often substitute far more expensive saffron.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Leftover fresh ginger root can be stored in the freezer. Wrap it tightly in aluminum foil and seal in a zip-top plastic freezer bag. Freeze for up to a month. When it is frozen, ginger is very easy to grate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recipe by Cristina Paul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2368075399406179060-1984338387471706305?l=everyeveryone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyeveryone.blogspot.com/feeds/1984338387471706305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2368075399406179060&amp;postID=1984338387471706305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2368075399406179060/posts/default/1984338387471706305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2368075399406179060/posts/default/1984338387471706305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyeveryone.blogspot.com/2009/04/cauliflower-with-ginger-and-chickpeas.html' title='Cauliflower With Ginger and Chickpeas'/><author><name>EVERYONE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08895441023029013442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ezBwXihoE_M/SdROO7xh0HI/AAAAAAAAAXU/WM2oA4LFZw4/s72-c/IMG_1450.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2368075399406179060.post-1873810725233945177</id><published>2009-03-31T15:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T08:40:48.166-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blah-Blah-Blahg: Food For Nought</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ezBwXihoE_M/Sdd_eCfrE-I/AAAAAAAAAXc/fibVfv6M9G8/s1600-h/20080422_water_73080822_18.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 175px; height: 175px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ezBwXihoE_M/Sdd_eCfrE-I/AAAAAAAAAXc/fibVfv6M9G8/s200/20080422_water_73080822_18.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320861638804050914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As if I weren't enough of a worry wort. I have recently begun wringing my hands over my &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Water_footprint"&gt;water footprint&lt;/a&gt;. I've started to time my showers and I've always attempted to eat lower on the food chain, since larger animals tend to consume more resources and create more waste. Recently, I heard about the &lt;a href="http://marketplace.publicradio.org/display/web/2009/03/20/am_water_footprint/"&gt;water footprint of a pair of Levi's jeans &lt;/a&gt;(upwards of 500 gallons from cotton fields to fancy stonewash finish!). I may just have to swear off clothing all together, dig a hole and climb in to weep for future generations. I think I've begun to devote the greater part of my day agonizing over decisions like: If I drink from this water cooler now, then I will be using a paper cup which creates waste but if I wait until I get home I will be tempted to open up a bottle of fancy Italian sparkling water, which is imported  from far away (BAD BAD BAD - carbon!) &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;or&lt;/span&gt; If I don't shower for a day and refrain from washing my car for a whole month then perhaps I will have earned the baths that I like to take with my sunglasses on after an evening of drinking. Pray that I don't procreate and produce monsters of obsessive compulsive consciousness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2368075399406179060-1873810725233945177?l=everyeveryone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyeveryone.blogspot.com/feeds/1873810725233945177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2368075399406179060&amp;postID=1873810725233945177' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2368075399406179060/posts/default/1873810725233945177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2368075399406179060/posts/default/1873810725233945177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyeveryone.blogspot.com/2009/03/blah-blah-blahg-food-for-nought_31.html' title='Blah-Blah-Blahg: Food For Nought'/><author><name>EVERYONE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08895441023029013442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ezBwXihoE_M/Sdd_eCfrE-I/AAAAAAAAAXc/fibVfv6M9G8/s72-c/20080422_water_73080822_18.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2368075399406179060.post-4958811005618611246</id><published>2009-03-27T23:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T07:27:01.081-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Arts and Vulture'/><title type='text'>When Somebody Calls after Ten P.M.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;when somebody calls after ten p.m.&lt;br /&gt;and you live in wisconsin&lt;br /&gt;and you're snug in your bed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then all's I can tell you&lt;br /&gt;somebody better be missing&lt;br /&gt;somebody better had a baby&lt;br /&gt;or somebody better be dead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by Bruce Dethlefsen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2368075399406179060-4958811005618611246?l=everyeveryone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyeveryone.blogspot.com/feeds/4958811005618611246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2368075399406179060&amp;postID=4958811005618611246' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2368075399406179060/posts/default/4958811005618611246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2368075399406179060/posts/default/4958811005618611246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyeveryone.blogspot.com/2009/03/when-somebody-calls-after-ten-pm.html' title='When Somebody Calls after Ten P.M.'/><author><name>EVERYONE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08895441023029013442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2368075399406179060.post-8041756466063859021</id><published>2009-03-25T15:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T07:26:19.711-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Recipes for DIS-Stress - Savory'/><title type='text'>Spinto Salad</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ezBwXihoE_M/SdN5KSPUtvI/AAAAAAAAAXM/9X11m2v6Si0/s1600-h/IMG_1448.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ezBwXihoE_M/SdN5KSPUtvI/AAAAAAAAAXM/9X11m2v6Si0/s320/IMG_1448.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319728802456450802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Serves 4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INGREDIENTS:&lt;br /&gt;2 tablespoons olive oil&lt;br /&gt;1 small leek, halved and thinly sliced (about 1/2 cup)&lt;br /&gt;8 ounces baby spinach (4 cups)&lt;br /&gt;1 teaspoons lemon zest, plus 2 tablespoons fresh lemon juice&lt;br /&gt;1/2 teaspoon Dijon mustard&lt;br /&gt;coarse salt and ground pepper&lt;br /&gt;2 cups cooked pinto beans&lt;br /&gt;2 teaspoons capers&lt;br /&gt;1 teaspoon fresh thyme&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DIRECTIONS:&lt;br /&gt;1. In a large skillet, heat oil over medium low heat. Add leeks and cook 3 – 4 minutes until beginning to soften. Add spinach and cover. Turn up heat to medium and cook for 2 minutes; uncover and stir. Recover and continue to cook  until wilted, 1 to 2 minutes. Set aside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. In a bowl, whisk together lemon zest, lemon juice, and mustard; season liberally with salt and pepper. Stir in beans, capers, and thyme; toss with spinach and leeks to combine. Adjust seasoning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recipe by Cristina Paul&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2368075399406179060-8041756466063859021?l=everyeveryone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyeveryone.blogspot.com/feeds/8041756466063859021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2368075399406179060&amp;postID=8041756466063859021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2368075399406179060/posts/default/8041756466063859021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2368075399406179060/posts/default/8041756466063859021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyeveryone.blogspot.com/2009/03/spinto-salad.html' title='Spinto Salad'/><author><name>EVERYONE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08895441023029013442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ezBwXihoE_M/SdN5KSPUtvI/AAAAAAAAAXM/9X11m2v6Si0/s72-c/IMG_1448.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2368075399406179060.post-1222709936112226874</id><published>2009-03-24T03:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T07:54:43.403-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blah-Blah-Blahg: Food For Nought</title><content type='html'>Think Tanks - I don't get them&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2368075399406179060-1222709936112226874?l=everyeveryone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyeveryone.blogspot.com/feeds/1222709936112226874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2368075399406179060&amp;postID=1222709936112226874' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2368075399406179060/posts/default/1222709936112226874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2368075399406179060/posts/default/1222709936112226874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyeveryone.blogspot.com/2009/03/blah-blah-blahg-food-for-nought_24.html' title='Blah-Blah-Blahg: Food For Nought'/><author><name>EVERYONE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08895441023029013442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2368075399406179060.post-6269032863863074438</id><published>2009-03-20T11:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T06:45:50.880-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Arts and Vulture'/><title type='text'>Anniversary: One Fine Day</title><content type='html'>Who would sit through a plot as preposterous as ours,&lt;br /&gt;married after years apart? Chance meetings may work&lt;br /&gt;early in stories, but at operas, darling, in Texas?&lt;br /&gt;A bachelor pilot, I fled Laredo for the weekend,&lt;br /&gt;stopping at the opera from boredom, music I least expected.&lt;br /&gt;Of all the zoos and honky-tonks south of Dallas,&lt;br /&gt;who would believe I would find you there on the stairs,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Madame Butterfly about to start? When you moved&lt;br /&gt;four years before, I lost all hope of dying happy,&lt;br /&gt;dogfighting my way through pilot training, reckless,&lt;br /&gt;in terror only when I saw the man beside you.&lt;br /&gt;I had pictured him rich and splendid in my mind&lt;br /&gt;a thousand times, thinking you married with babies&lt;br /&gt;somewhere in Tahiti, Spain, the south of France.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I saw the lucky devil I hated—only your date,&lt;br /&gt;but I didn't know—he stopped gloating, watching you wave,&lt;br /&gt;turned old and bitter like the crone in Shangri La.&lt;br /&gt;Destiny happens only in plays and cheap movies—&lt;br /&gt;but here, here on my desk is your photo, decades later,&lt;br /&gt;and I hear sounds from another room of our house,&lt;br /&gt;and when I rise amazed and follow, you are there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by Walter McDonald from&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt; Blessings The Body Gave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2368075399406179060-6269032863863074438?l=everyeveryone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyeveryone.blogspot.com/feeds/6269032863863074438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2368075399406179060&amp;postID=6269032863863074438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2368075399406179060/posts/default/6269032863863074438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2368075399406179060/posts/default/6269032863863074438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyeveryone.blogspot.com/2009/03/anniversary-one-fine-day.html' title='Anniversary: One Fine Day'/><author><name>EVERYONE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08895441023029013442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2368075399406179060.post-5538889522174359762</id><published>2009-03-19T03:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T06:45:34.658-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Recipes for DIS-Stress - Sweet'/><title type='text'>Vanilla Bean Brown Rice Pudding</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ezBwXihoE_M/ScjjYgvOExI/AAAAAAAAAXE/X3dFmd9ZtYA/s1600-h/IMG_1446.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ezBwXihoE_M/ScjjYgvOExI/AAAAAAAAAXE/X3dFmd9ZtYA/s200/IMG_1446.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316749370355225362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Serves 6 to 8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INGREDIENTS:&lt;br /&gt;¼ teaspoon table salt&lt;br /&gt;1 scant cup medium-grain brown rice&lt;br /&gt;1 vanilla bean pod&lt;br /&gt;2 1/2 cups soy milk&lt;br /&gt;1 – 14 ounce can coconut milk&lt;br /&gt;1/3 cup plus 1 tablespoon maple sugar&lt;br /&gt;2 tablespoons agave nectar&lt;br /&gt;1 tablespoon honey&lt;br /&gt;1 cinnamon stick&lt;br /&gt;1/2 teaspoon vanilla extract&lt;br /&gt;1/3 cup golden raisins&lt;br /&gt;generous 1/4 teaspoon ground cinnamon&lt;br /&gt;INSTRUCTIONS:&lt;br /&gt;1. Bring 2 cups water to boil in large, heavy-bottomed pot (at least 3 quarts) or small soup kettle (4 to 5 quarts). Stir in salt and rice; cover and simmer over low heat, stirring once or twice until water is almost fully absorbed, 15 to 20 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;2. Using a paring knife, halve the vanilla bean lengthwise. Scrape seeds from vanilla bean into the rice and add the vanilla bean to the rice as well. Add soy milk, coconut milk, sugar, agave nectar, honey and cinnamon stick. Increase heat to medium-high to bring to simmer, then reduce heat to maintain simmer. Cook uncovered, stirring frequently, until mixture starts to thicken, about 45 minutes. Reduce heat to low and continue to cook, stirring every couple of minutes to prevent sticking and scorching, until a spoon is just able to stand up in the pudding, about 15 minutes longer.&lt;br /&gt;3. Remove from heat and stir in vanilla extract, raisins, and ground cinnamon. Remove cinnamon stick and vanilla bean pod. Serve warm, at room temperature or chilled. Garnish with extra raisins, shaved chocolate, unsweetened shredded coconut or nuts. (Can be covered with plastic wrap on surface of pudding and then refrigerated up to 2 days.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**The vanilla flower is the only member of the orchid family which produces an edible product. Vanilla beans are picked green and flavorless. Then, they are cured over a period of several weeks. &lt;br /&gt;*Freshness is key when selecting vanilla beans. Look for moist, plump vanilla beans that have a bit of sheen to them; avoid beans that look like dried or  shriveled. If you do happen to have dried out beans, grind them in a spice grinder and store them in sugar, which will absorb its flavor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recipe by Cristina Paul&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2368075399406179060-5538889522174359762?l=everyeveryone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyeveryone.blogspot.com/feeds/5538889522174359762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2368075399406179060&amp;postID=5538889522174359762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2368075399406179060/posts/default/5538889522174359762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2368075399406179060/posts/default/5538889522174359762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyeveryone.blogspot.com/2009/03/vanilla-bean-brown-rice-pudding.html' title='Vanilla Bean Brown Rice Pudding'/><author><name>EVERYONE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08895441023029013442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ezBwXihoE_M/ScjjYgvOExI/AAAAAAAAAXE/X3dFmd9ZtYA/s72-c/IMG_1446.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2368075399406179060.post-5298148762054474663</id><published>2009-03-18T03:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T06:49:00.631-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blah-Blah-Blahg: Food For Nought</title><content type='html'>What a wonderful life I've had! I only wish I'd realized it sooner. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Colette&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2368075399406179060-5298148762054474663?l=everyeveryone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyeveryone.blogspot.com/feeds/5298148762054474663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2368075399406179060&amp;postID=5298148762054474663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2368075399406179060/posts/default/5298148762054474663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2368075399406179060/posts/default/5298148762054474663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyeveryone.blogspot.com/2009/03/blah-blah-blahg-food-for-nought_18.html' title='Blah-Blah-Blahg: Food For Nought'/><author><name>EVERYONE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08895441023029013442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2368075399406179060.post-82771813375076814</id><published>2009-03-14T03:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T07:07:21.933-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Optimism</title><content type='html'>More and more I have come to admire resilience.&lt;br /&gt;Not the simple resistance of a pillow, whose foam returns over and &lt;br /&gt;over to the same shape, but the sinuous tenacity of a tree: finding the&lt;br /&gt;light newly blocked on one side,&lt;br /&gt;it turns in another.&lt;br /&gt;A blind intelligence, true.&lt;br /&gt;But out of such persistence arose turtles, rivers, mitochondria, figs—&lt;br /&gt;all this resinous, unretractable earth. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;by Jane Hirshfield from &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Given Sugar, Given Salt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2368075399406179060-82771813375076814?l=everyeveryone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyeveryone.blogspot.com/feeds/82771813375076814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2368075399406179060&amp;postID=82771813375076814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2368075399406179060/posts/default/82771813375076814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2368075399406179060/posts/default/82771813375076814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyeveryone.blogspot.com/2009/03/optimism.html' title='Optimism'/><author><name>EVERYONE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08895441023029013442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2368075399406179060.post-5866702095048007874</id><published>2009-03-13T15:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T07:30:04.511-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Recipes for DIS-Stress - Savory'/><title type='text'>Baked Squash and Sausage Pasta</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ezBwXihoE_M/Sb5iKgwoApI/AAAAAAAAAW8/ZWNMPc4JWUo/s1600-h/IMG_1445.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ezBwXihoE_M/Sb5iKgwoApI/AAAAAAAAAW8/ZWNMPc4JWUo/s200/IMG_1445.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313792543075861138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Serves 8 - 10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INGREDIENTS:&lt;br /&gt;12 ounces of fusilli or ziti pasta&lt;br /&gt;2 tablespoons extra virgin olive oil&lt;br /&gt;1 medium butternut squash (about 2 pounds) peeled, and seeded&lt;br /&gt;1 tablespoon butter&lt;br /&gt;1 shallot (about 1/4 cup) finely chopped&lt;br /&gt;6 garlic cloves, minced&lt;br /&gt;1/4 teaspoon ground nutmeg&lt;br /&gt;table salt and freshly ground black pepper&lt;br /&gt;Pinch cayenne pepper&lt;br /&gt;1 1/3 cup chicken broth&lt;br /&gt;1 cup pumpkin puree&lt;br /&gt;1 cup evaporated milk, half and half or heavy cream&lt;br /&gt;1 tablespoon all purpose flour&lt;br /&gt;4 links (12 oz.) fully-cooked chicken sausage, cut into 1/4-inch slices&lt;br /&gt;1/4 cup (2 oz.) crumbled feta cheese&lt;br /&gt;1/4 cup (1 oz.) shredded Parmesan, divided&lt;br /&gt;16 fresh, minced sage leaves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DIRECTIONS:&lt;br /&gt;1. Preheat oven to 425. Spray 4-quart baking dish with nonstick cooking spray. Prepare pasta in a Dutch oven, cooking one minute less than the stated time on package directions. Drain pasta, reserving 1/2 cup of pasta water. Return pasta to Dutch oven. &lt;br /&gt;2. Heat olive oil in 12-inch skillet over medium heat until shimmering. Add squash in even layer and cook, without stirring, until beginning to caramelize, 4 to 5 minutes. Continue cooking, stirring occasionally until spotty brown, 3 to 4 minutes longer. Add butter and allow to melt, about 30 seconds. Add shallot, garlic, nutmeg, 3/4 teaspoon salt, 3/4 teaspoon black pepper, cayenne pepper and minced sage; cook, stirring frequently, until shallots are softened, about 3 minutes. Add broth, pumpkin puree, evaporated milk and flour. Bring to a boil then turn down to a simmer; continue to cook, stirring occasionally, until squash is tender, 5 to 7 minutes longer.&lt;br /&gt;3. Add squash mixture to pasta; stir in reserved pasta water, sausage, cheeses  (reserving 2 tablespoons of Parmesan), and sage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Spread the pasta mixture into prepared baking dish. Cover with remaining pasta mixture. Lightly spray piece of foil with nonstick cooking spray. Cover pasta with foil, greased-side-down. Bake for 20 minutes or until heated through. Remove foil; sprinkle extra cheese mixture. Bake, uncovered, for an additional 5 minutes. Serve passing Parmesan cheese separately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**Condensed milk was introduced to the U.S. by Gail Borden in 1856. The invention of evaporated milk followed three decades later.&lt;br /&gt;*Evaporated milk, also known as dehydrated milk, is a shelf-stable canned milk product with about 60% of the water removed from fresh milk. It differs from condensed milk, which contains added sugar. When mixed with an equal amount of water, evaporated milk is the equivalent of fresh milk. So the actual liquid product takes up half the space of fresh milk, making it easy to ship. Plus, it can have a shelf life of months or even years. This made evaporated milk popular before refrigeration as a safe and reliable substitute for perishable fresh milk, that could be shipped to locations lacking the means of safe milk production or storage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recipe by Cristina Paul&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2368075399406179060-5866702095048007874?l=everyeveryone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyeveryone.blogspot.com/feeds/5866702095048007874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2368075399406179060&amp;postID=5866702095048007874' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2368075399406179060/posts/default/5866702095048007874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2368075399406179060/posts/default/5866702095048007874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyeveryone.blogspot.com/2009/03/baked-squash-and-sausage-pasta.html' title='Baked Squash and Sausage Pasta'/><author><name>EVERYONE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08895441023029013442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ezBwXihoE_M/Sb5iKgwoApI/AAAAAAAAAW8/ZWNMPc4JWUo/s72-c/IMG_1445.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2368075399406179060.post-6032932953167039422</id><published>2009-03-12T15:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T07:10:52.584-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blah-Blah-Blahg: Food For Nought</title><content type='html'>Ridiculous Happenings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I heard the MUSAK version of Coolio's "Gangsta's Paradise" complete with soprano sax and vibraphones while on hold with my health insurance company. WHY was I calling them? NOT because of one piece of mail they sent me which kindly asked me to: "Call customer service if you cannot read this letter. We will be happy to answer any of your questions" WTF!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. This squirrel wants to be my friend. I've decided that he's a baby boy, but he could very well be an aging hermaphrodite. Anyhow, he really likes to watch me tidy up and drink tea while striking "Thriller" poses and hanging onto my screen door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ezBwXihoE_M/Sb3gT7MMtkI/AAAAAAAAAWs/9SNLcWeyS0I/s1600-h/IMG_1442.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ezBwXihoE_M/Sb3gT7MMtkI/AAAAAAAAAWs/9SNLcWeyS0I/s200/IMG_1442.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313649768278046274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ezBwXihoE_M/Sb5dtbUmwiI/AAAAAAAAAW0/Y67-8z7_ukU/s1600-h/IMG_1444.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ezBwXihoE_M/Sb5dtbUmwiI/AAAAAAAAAW0/Y67-8z7_ukU/s200/IMG_1444.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313787645353443874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2368075399406179060-6032932953167039422?l=everyeveryone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyeveryone.blogspot.com/feeds/6032932953167039422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2368075399406179060&amp;postID=6032932953167039422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2368075399406179060/posts/default/6032932953167039422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2368075399406179060/posts/default/6032932953167039422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyeveryone.blogspot.com/2009/03/blah-blah-blahg-food-for-nought_12.html' title='Blah-Blah-Blahg: Food For Nought'/><author><name>EVERYONE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08895441023029013442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ezBwXihoE_M/Sb3gT7MMtkI/AAAAAAAAAWs/9SNLcWeyS0I/s72-c/IMG_1442.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2368075399406179060.post-5489874080428780954</id><published>2009-03-07T15:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T17:16:43.074-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Arts and Vulture'/><title type='text'>Snow, Aldo</title><content type='html'>Once, I was in New York,&lt;br /&gt;in Central Park, and I saw&lt;br /&gt;an old man in a black overcoat walking&lt;br /&gt;a black dog. This was springtime&lt;br /&gt;and the trees were still&lt;br /&gt;bare and the sky was&lt;br /&gt;gray and low and it began, suddenly,&lt;br /&gt;to snow:&lt;br /&gt;big fat flakes&lt;br /&gt;that twirled and landed on the&lt;br /&gt;black of the man's overcoat and&lt;br /&gt;the black dog's fur. The dog&lt;br /&gt;lifted his face and stared&lt;br /&gt;up at the sky. The man looked&lt;br /&gt;up, too. "Snow, Aldo," he said to the dog,&lt;br /&gt;"snow." And he laughed.&lt;br /&gt;The dog looked&lt;br /&gt;at him and wagged his tail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I was in charge of making&lt;br /&gt;snow globes, this is what I would put inside:&lt;br /&gt;the old man in the black overcoat,&lt;br /&gt;the black dog,&lt;br /&gt;two friends with their faces turned up to the sky&lt;br /&gt;as if they were receiving a blessing,&lt;br /&gt;as if they were being blessed together&lt;br /&gt;by something&lt;br /&gt;as simple as snow&lt;br /&gt;in March.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by Kate DiCamillo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2368075399406179060-5489874080428780954?l=everyeveryone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyeveryone.blogspot.com/feeds/5489874080428780954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2368075399406179060&amp;postID=5489874080428780954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2368075399406179060/posts/default/5489874080428780954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2368075399406179060/posts/default/5489874080428780954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyeveryone.blogspot.com/2009/03/snow-aldo.html' title='Snow, Aldo'/><author><name>EVERYONE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08895441023029013442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2368075399406179060.post-5374829345906656653</id><published>2009-03-06T07:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T18:43:59.555-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Recipes for DIS-Stress - Sweet'/><title type='text'>Ginger-Vanilla Bean Ice Cream</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Makes about ten 1/2 cup servings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INGREDIENTS:&lt;br /&gt;1 1/2 cup whole milk&lt;br /&gt;1 1/2 cup heavy cream&lt;br /&gt;1 whole vanilla bean (about 6 inches in length)&lt;br /&gt;2 large eggs&lt;br /&gt;2 large egg yolks&lt;br /&gt;3/4 cup granulated sugar&lt;br /&gt;1 tablespoon freshly grated ginger&lt;br /&gt;1/4 teaspoon ground ginger&lt;br /&gt;large pinch of kosher salt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DIRECTIONS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Combine milk and heavy cream in medium saucepan. Use a chef knife to split vanilla bean in half lengthwise. Use the blunt edge of knife to scrape out "seeds". Stir seeds and bean pod into milk mixture. Bring mixture to a slow boil over medium heat. Reduce heat to low and simmer for 30 minutes, stirring occasionally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Meanwhile, combine eggs, yolks, and sugar in a medium bowl. Use an electric standing mixer or hand held mixer on medium speed to whisk until the mixture is thick, smooth, and pale yellow, about 1 1/2  to 2 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Remove the vanilla bean pod from the milk mixture and make sure heat is off. Pour 1 cup of the hot liquid into a liquid measuring cup  (or any vessel that pours easily). With the mixer on low speed, pour the hot liquid into the egg mixture in a slow steady stream. After thoroughly combined, pour the egg mixture, grated ginger, ground ginger, and salt back into the saucepan and stir to combine. Cook stirring frequently over medium heat until the mixture is thick enough to coat the back of a spoon. Transfer to a medium bowl and cover with a sheet of plastic wrap placed directly onto the custard, and chill completely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Turn your ice cream machine on and pour the custard into the frozen freezer bowl and let mix until thickened, about 28 - 32 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;** The easiest way to "peel" ginger is using the back of a regular kitchen spoon. Simply scrape the skin off - it's almost miraculous!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recipe by Cristina Paul&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2368075399406179060-5374829345906656653?l=everyeveryone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyeveryone.blogspot.com/feeds/5374829345906656653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2368075399406179060&amp;postID=5374829345906656653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2368075399406179060/posts/default/5374829345906656653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2368075399406179060/posts/default/5374829345906656653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyeveryone.blogspot.com/2009/03/vanilla-bean-ginger-ice-cream.html' title='Ginger-Vanilla Bean Ice Cream'/><author><name>EVERYONE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08895441023029013442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2368075399406179060.post-1260859673887213892</id><published>2009-03-02T23:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T17:15:50.028-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blah-Blah-Blahg: Food For Nought</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ezBwXihoE_M/SbRfnw4pOWI/AAAAAAAAAWk/N8SfakAXVns/s1600-h/66.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ezBwXihoE_M/SbRfnw4pOWI/AAAAAAAAAWk/N8SfakAXVns/s320/66.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310974997318678882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Honest to God... I ONLY watched the last episode of The Bachelor this season and Jason Mesnick aka THE biggest d-bag aka The Bachelor has made me totally lose hope. I don't think this is a problem that Obama can fix. Interestingly enough, Hoover or some other vacuum cleaner had a lot of commercials on this 2 hour episode (plus the After The Final Rose shocker). The commercials were set to the tune of Etta James' "At Last". The juxtaposition of Jason's terrible indecision and these 30 second blips about people, romantic music, and mechanical cleaning devices has led me to this conclusion: it is more plausible for people to sustain a healthy relationship with a hunk of Hoover than to carry one out with another human being. It's just a hypothesis. I truly &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;hope&lt;/span&gt; that I am proven wrong... but wait, this awful show has made me lose all hope.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2368075399406179060-1260859673887213892?l=everyeveryone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyeveryone.blogspot.com/feeds/1260859673887213892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2368075399406179060&amp;postID=1260859673887213892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2368075399406179060/posts/default/1260859673887213892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2368075399406179060/posts/default/1260859673887213892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyeveryone.blogspot.com/2009/03/blah-blah-blahg-food-for-nought.html' title='Blah-Blah-Blahg: Food For Nought'/><author><name>EVERYONE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08895441023029013442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ezBwXihoE_M/SbRfnw4pOWI/AAAAAAAAAWk/N8SfakAXVns/s72-c/66.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2368075399406179060.post-6597073511887939153</id><published>2009-02-23T03:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T07:08:56.259-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Arts and Vulture'/><title type='text'>Bridal Shower</title><content type='html'>Perhaps, in a distant café,&lt;br /&gt;four or five people are talking&lt;br /&gt;with the four or five people&lt;br /&gt;who are chatting on their cell phones this morning&lt;br /&gt;in my favorite café.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And perhaps someone there,&lt;br /&gt;someone like me, is watching them as they frown,&lt;br /&gt;or smile, or shrug&lt;br /&gt;at their invisible friends or lovers,&lt;br /&gt;jabbing the air for emphasis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, like me, he misses the old days,&lt;br /&gt;when talking to yourself&lt;br /&gt;meant you were crazy,&lt;br /&gt;back when being crazy was a big deal,&lt;br /&gt;not just an acronym&lt;br /&gt;or something you could take a pill for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I liked it&lt;br /&gt;when people who were talking to themselves&lt;br /&gt;might actually have been talking to God&lt;br /&gt;or an angel.&lt;br /&gt;You respected people like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You didn't want to kill them,&lt;br /&gt;as I want to kill the woman at the next table&lt;br /&gt;with the little blue light on her ear&lt;br /&gt;who has been telling the emptiness in front of her&lt;br /&gt;about her daughter's bridal shower&lt;br /&gt;in astonishing detail&lt;br /&gt;for the past thirty minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O person like me,&lt;br /&gt;phoneless in your distant café,&lt;br /&gt;I wish we could meet to discuss this,&lt;br /&gt;and perhaps you would help me&lt;br /&gt;murder this woman on her cell phone,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after which we could have a cup of coffee,&lt;br /&gt;maybe a bagel, and talk to each other,&lt;br /&gt;face to face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by George Bilgere&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2368075399406179060-6597073511887939153?l=everyeveryone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyeveryone.blogspot.com/feeds/6597073511887939153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2368075399406179060&amp;postID=6597073511887939153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2368075399406179060/posts/default/6597073511887939153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2368075399406179060/posts/default/6597073511887939153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyeveryone.blogspot.com/2009/02/bridal-shower.html' title='Bridal Shower'/><author><name>EVERYONE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08895441023029013442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2368075399406179060.post-2575827895308740971</id><published>2009-02-22T11:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T07:11:26.916-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Recipes for DIS-Stress - Savory'/><title type='text'>Vermillion Quinoa</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ezBwXihoE_M/Sa1HqGZRzCI/AAAAAAAAAWc/W_bEXRlaVIE/s1600-h/IMG_1441.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ezBwXihoE_M/Sa1HqGZRzCI/AAAAAAAAAWc/W_bEXRlaVIE/s200/IMG_1441.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308978324336397346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Serves 4-6 as a main dish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This quinoa is lovely when served with poached eggs or steamed veggies. It can be accompanied by avocado, hummus, or a simple drizzling of oil or sprinkling of herbs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INGREDIENTS:&lt;br /&gt;1 bunch of steamed beets, chopped, about 1 1/2 - 2 pounds (see instructions for beets below)&lt;br /&gt;1 1/2 teaspoons olive oil&lt;br /&gt;3 scallions thinly sliced&lt;br /&gt;Chicken stock&lt;br /&gt;1 1/2 cups quinoa, rinsed&lt;br /&gt;1 teaspoon lemon zest&lt;br /&gt;1/4 teaspoon coarse salt&lt;br /&gt;1/4 teaspoon freshly ground pepper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INSTRUCTIONS:&lt;br /&gt;For the beets: Remove greens and reserve for another use, leaving a 1-inch beet top. Wash beets thoroughly. Place beets in steamer basket set in large saucepan with 1 inch of water. Bring to boil; steam over high heat until beets can easily be pierced with thin knife, 30 to 45 minutes, depending on beet size. Reserve steaming liquid in a large liquid measuring cup. Cool beets slightly, and remove skins. You may want to use dish washing gloves while removing skins to avoid staining your hands.&lt;br /&gt;For the quinoa:&lt;br /&gt;1.While beets steam, heat olive oil on medium in a small pan. Add scallions and cook until softened, stirring occasionally, 3–5 minutes. Reserve.&lt;br /&gt;2. Add enough chicken stock to the cup measure containing the steaming liquid (from the beets) to make a total of 3 cups of liquid. Add liquid and quinoa to a medium saucepan and bring to a boil. Lower heat and simmer for about 15 minutes. Taste quinoa to test for doneness. The grains should be translucent and the germs should have  opened.&lt;br /&gt;3. Mix in the chopped beets, scallions, zest, salt and pepper. Adjust seasoning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;** Quinoa pronounced KEEN-wah) is a pseudocereal rather than a true cereal as it is not a grass. It’s appreciated for its nutritional value, as its protein content is high (12%–18%), making it a healthful choice for vegetarians. Unlike wheat or rice quinoa contains a balanced set of essential amino acids for humans, making it an unusually complete protein source. Easy to digest, quinoa is also a good source of dietary fiber  and gluten-free. Because of all these characteristics, quinoa is being considered as a potential crop in NASA's Controlled Ecological Life Support System for long-duration manned spaceflights.&lt;br /&gt;* Be careful not to let the pan run out of water while steaming the beets. Place marbles below the steamer basket before steaming to make sure you won’t forget; they will stop jiggling when the pan is dry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recipe by Cristina Paul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2368075399406179060-2575827895308740971?l=everyeveryone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyeveryone.blogspot.com/feeds/2575827895308740971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2368075399406179060&amp;postID=2575827895308740971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2368075399406179060/posts/default/2575827895308740971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2368075399406179060/posts/default/2575827895308740971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyeveryone.blogspot.com/2009/03/vermillion-quinoa.html' title='Vermillion Quinoa'/><author><name>EVERYONE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08895441023029013442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ezBwXihoE_M/Sa1HqGZRzCI/AAAAAAAAAWc/W_bEXRlaVIE/s72-c/IMG_1441.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2368075399406179060.post-1996442163726895962</id><published>2009-02-22T03:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T07:14:12.619-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blah-Blah-Blahg: Food For Nought</title><content type='html'>Life can only be understood backwards, but it has to be lived forwards. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;— Søren Kierkegaard&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2368075399406179060-1996442163726895962?l=everyeveryone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyeveryone.blogspot.com/feeds/1996442163726895962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2368075399406179060&amp;postID=1996442163726895962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2368075399406179060/posts/default/1996442163726895962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2368075399406179060/posts/default/1996442163726895962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyeveryone.blogspot.com/2009/02/blah-blah-blahg-food-for-nought_28.html' title='Blah-Blah-Blahg: Food For Nought'/><author><name>EVERYONE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08895441023029013442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2368075399406179060.post-1544262141188683763</id><published>2009-02-19T03:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T08:17:34.614-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Arts and Vulture'/><title type='text'>Tossing and Turning</title><content type='html'>The spirit has infinite facets, but the body&lt;br /&gt;confiningly few sides.&lt;br /&gt;  There is the left,&lt;br /&gt;the right, the back, the belly, and tempting&lt;br /&gt;in-betweens, northeasts and northwests,&lt;br /&gt;that tip the heart and soon pinch circulation&lt;br /&gt;in one or another arm.&lt;br /&gt;  Yet we turn each time&lt;br /&gt;with fresh hope, believing that sleep&lt;br /&gt;will visit us here, descending like an angel&lt;br /&gt;down the angle our flesh's sextant sets,&lt;br /&gt;tilted toward that unreachable star&lt;br /&gt;hung in the night between our eyebrows, whence&lt;br /&gt;dreams and good luck flow.&lt;br /&gt;  Uncross&lt;br /&gt;your ankles. Unclench your philosophy.&lt;br /&gt;This bed was invented by others; know we go&lt;br /&gt;to sleep less to rest than to participate&lt;br /&gt;in the twists of another world.&lt;br /&gt;This churning is our journey.&lt;br /&gt;  It ends,&lt;br /&gt;can only end, around a corner&lt;br /&gt;we do not know&lt;br /&gt;we are turning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by John Updike from &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Collected Poems 1953-1993&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2368075399406179060-1544262141188683763?l=everyeveryone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyeveryone.blogspot.com/feeds/1544262141188683763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2368075399406179060&amp;postID=1544262141188683763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2368075399406179060/posts/default/1544262141188683763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2368075399406179060/posts/default/1544262141188683763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyeveryone.blogspot.com/2009/02/tossing-and-turning.html' title='Tossing and Turning'/><author><name>EVERYONE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08895441023029013442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2368075399406179060.post-4454877773581598253</id><published>2009-02-18T03:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T15:50:47.975-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Recipes for DIS-Stress - Savory'/><title type='text'>Turkey Chili With Kidney Beans</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ezBwXihoE_M/SaF6dAgU-sI/AAAAAAAAAWM/oRfbCtbAmMo/s1600-h/IMG_1437.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ezBwXihoE_M/SaF6dAgU-sI/AAAAAAAAAWM/oRfbCtbAmMo/s320/IMG_1437.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305656474789542594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Makes about 3 quarts, serving 8 to 10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You may wish to serve the chili with lime wedges, briny black olives, diced avocado, sliced scallions, sour cream, and shredded Monterey Jack or crumbled feta cheese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;INGREDIENTS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 tablespoons vegetable or canola oil&lt;br /&gt;2 medium onions, chopped fine (about 2 cups)&lt;br /&gt;1 red bell pepper, cut into ½-inch pieces&lt;br /&gt;12 medium garlic cloves, minced or pressed through garlic press&lt;br /&gt;1/4 cup chili powder&lt;br /&gt;1 tablespoon ground cumin&lt;br /&gt;2 teaspoons ground coriander&lt;br /&gt;3/4 – 1 teaspoon red pepper flakes&lt;br /&gt;1 teaspoon dried oregano&lt;br /&gt;1/2 - 3/4 teaspoon cayenne pepper&lt;br /&gt;2 pounds 93% lean ground turkey&lt;br /&gt;2 (15 -16 ounce ) cans kidney beans, drained and rinsed&lt;br /&gt;1 (28 ounce) can crushed tomatoes, with juice&lt;br /&gt;1 (28 ounce) can diced tomatoes, with juice&lt;br /&gt;2 cups chicken broth&lt;br /&gt;1/2 cup golden raisins&lt;br /&gt;1 bay leaf&lt;br /&gt;1/4 teaspoon instant espresso powder&lt;br /&gt;1 cinnamon stick&lt;br /&gt;table salt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DIRECTIONS:&lt;br /&gt;1. Heat oil in large heavy-bottomed nonreactive Dutch oven over medium heat until shimmering but not smoking, 3 to 4 minutes. Add onions, bell pepper, garlic, chili powder, cumin, coriander, pepper flakes, oregano, and cayenne; cook, stirring occasionally, until vegetables are softened and beginning to brown, about 10 minutes. Increase heat to medium-high and add half the turkey; cook, breaking up pieces with wooden spoon, until no longer pink and just beginning to brown, 3 to 4 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;2. Add beans, crushed tomatoes, diced tomatoes, chicken broth, raisins, bay leaf, espresso powder, cinnamon stick, and 2 teaspoons salt; bring to boil, then reduce heat to low and simmer, uncovered, stirring occasionally, for 1 hour.&lt;br /&gt;3. Remove cinnamon stick. Pat remaining 1 pound turkey together into ball, then pinch off teaspoon-sized pieces of meat and stir into chili. Continue to simmer about 40 minutes longer, stirring occasionally (if chili begins to stick to bottom of pot, stir in 1/2 cup water and continue to simmer), until turkey is tender and chili is dark and slightly thickened. Adjust seasoning with additional salt and cayenne pepper. Serve with lime wedges and condiments if desired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;***There is very little that we know for certain about the origins of chili. Historians believe it was made by very poor people in the United States and that it most certainly did not originate in Mexico.&lt;br /&gt;**The espresso powder gives the chili a nice depth of flavor&lt;br /&gt;*Dividing the meat in half and adding one batch at the beginning of cooking and the second an hour later, insures a chunkier texture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recipe by Cristina Paul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2368075399406179060-4454877773581598253?l=everyeveryone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyeveryone.blogspot.com/feeds/4454877773581598253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2368075399406179060&amp;postID=4454877773581598253' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2368075399406179060/posts/default/4454877773581598253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2368075399406179060/posts/default/4454877773581598253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyeveryone.blogspot.com/2009/02/turkey-chili-with-kidney-beans.html' title='Turkey Chili With Kidney Beans'/><author><name>EVERYONE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08895441023029013442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ezBwXihoE_M/SaF6dAgU-sI/AAAAAAAAAWM/oRfbCtbAmMo/s72-c/IMG_1437.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2368075399406179060.post-7167657821030399345</id><published>2009-02-17T03:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T08:18:42.142-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blah-Blah-Blahg: Food For Nought</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ezBwXihoE_M/SaF62zV-_UI/AAAAAAAAAWU/gTi9qJagvzc/s1600-h/images.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 105px; height: 129px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ezBwXihoE_M/SaF62zV-_UI/AAAAAAAAAWU/gTi9qJagvzc/s200/images.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305656917933096258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week's bone to pick: I went to one of those new-fangled ATMs that scans checks immediately - no envelope needed! I've always been quite suspicious of "time saving technology" because I waste far too much time looking at blogs on the internet and trying to figure out why my iPhone isn't syncing podcasts from my iTunes... blah blah blah. Anyhow, since banks are doing sooooo well during this total financial fuck-fest, I thought, hey, why not put just a little &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;more&lt;/span&gt; trust in them? Needless to say this "time-saving" technological wonder of an ATM did exactly the opposite of save me time and worry. It ate up a check without processing it, returning it, or giving me a receipt. Now if this happened in a foreign country like Italy or Russia, I don't think I'd mind so much. These are  fabulous places where people are not frowned upon when they drink (more than just one drink) midday. Unfortunately, this is AMERICA! So I could not drink at work to set my mind at ease after pressing a bazillion numbers when being prompted by a computer's voice. After being tossed around an automated system more circuitous than a talking parrot's  brain,  I am now twiddling my thumbs waiting for Obama to come up with a solution (just kidding). It is kind of funny though how absolutely every issue my friends, family and coworkers currently have is one that they believe Obama has direct power to change.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2368075399406179060-7167657821030399345?l=everyeveryone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyeveryone.blogspot.com/feeds/7167657821030399345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2368075399406179060&amp;postID=7167657821030399345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2368075399406179060/posts/default/7167657821030399345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2368075399406179060/posts/default/7167657821030399345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyeveryone.blogspot.com/2009/02/blah-blah-blahg-food-for-nought_17.html' title='Blah-Blah-Blahg: Food For Nought'/><author><name>EVERYONE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08895441023029013442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ezBwXihoE_M/SaF62zV-_UI/AAAAAAAAAWU/gTi9qJagvzc/s72-c/images.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2368075399406179060.post-1495492098018399925</id><published>2009-02-12T03:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T22:10:19.119-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Arts and Vulture'/><title type='text'>Everything We Do</title><content type='html'>Everything we do is for our first loves&lt;br /&gt;whom we have lost irrevocably&lt;br /&gt;who have married insurance salesmen&lt;br /&gt;and moved to Topeka&lt;br /&gt;and never think of us at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We fly planes &amp;amp; design buildings&lt;br /&gt;and write poems&lt;br /&gt;that all say Sally I love you&lt;br /&gt;I'll never love anyone else&lt;br /&gt;Why didn't you know I was going to be a poet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The walks to school, the kisses in the snow&lt;br /&gt;gather as we dream backwards, sweetness with age:&lt;br /&gt;our legs are young again, our voices&lt;br /&gt;strong and happy, we're not afraid.&lt;br /&gt;We don't know enough to be afraid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now&lt;br /&gt;we hold (hidden, hopeless) the hope&lt;br /&gt;that some day&lt;br /&gt;she may fly in our plane&lt;br /&gt;enter our building        read our poem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that night, deep in her dream,&lt;br /&gt;Sally, far in darkness, in Topeka,&lt;br /&gt;with the salesman lying beside her,&lt;br /&gt;will cry out&lt;br /&gt;our unfamiliar name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by Peter Meinke, from &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Liquid Paper: New and Selected Poems&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2368075399406179060-1495492098018399925?l=everyeveryone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyeveryone.blogspot.com/feeds/1495492098018399925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2368075399406179060&amp;postID=1495492098018399925' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2368075399406179060/posts/default/1495492098018399925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2368075399406179060/posts/default/1495492098018399925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyeveryone.blogspot.com/2009/02/everything-we-do.html' title='Everything We Do'/><author><name>EVERYONE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08895441023029013442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2368075399406179060.post-3908272698542590924</id><published>2009-02-10T11:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T22:10:03.670-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Recipes for DIS-Stress - Savory/Sweet'/><title type='text'>Orange and Cabbage Salad</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ezBwXihoE_M/SZ13C8Uu3II/AAAAAAAAAV8/GizprCCRvQY/s1600-h/IMG_1234.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ezBwXihoE_M/SZ13C8Uu3II/AAAAAAAAAV8/GizprCCRvQY/s200/IMG_1234.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304526828548840578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This vibrantly-colored salad can be served chilled or at room temperature. The salad can be made up to two days ahead; just omit the oranges and basil until the day you are serving the salad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Serves 6 – 8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INGREDIENTS:&lt;br /&gt;1 small red onion, halved and thinly sliced&lt;br /&gt;3/4 cup cider vinegar&lt;br /&gt;1 tablespoon whole ground mustard&lt;br /&gt;1/4  cup olive oil&lt;br /&gt;2 tablespoons brown sugar&lt;br /&gt;1 teaspoon salt&lt;br /&gt;1/2  teaspoon freshly ground pepper&lt;br /&gt;1 small red cabbage (about 2 pounds), quartered, cored, and thinly sliced&lt;br /&gt;2 navel oranges&lt;br /&gt;1/3 cup freshly chopped basil&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DIRECTIONS:&lt;br /&gt;1. Place the onion slices in a medium bowl of cold water and let soak in the refrigerator for ten minutes. Then, drain the onion and set aside.&lt;br /&gt;2. In a large bowl, whisk together the vinegar, mustard, oil, sugar, salt, and pepper; stir until the sugar has dissolved. Add the cabbage and onion ad toss well to coat.&lt;br /&gt;3. Cut away the peel and white pith of the oranges and slice into wedges. Gently fold the oranges into the cabbage. Cover and refrigerate the salad, tossing occasionally, for at least two hours. Before serving, fold in the basil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***Soaking the onions before adding them to the salad tempers their bite.&lt;br /&gt;** Since blood oranges are in season, you could substitute them for the navel oranges and replace the red cabbage with green cabbage to present a salad with equally beautiful colors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recipe by Cristina Paul&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2368075399406179060-3908272698542590924?l=everyeveryone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyeveryone.blogspot.com/feeds/3908272698542590924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2368075399406179060&amp;postID=3908272698542590924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2368075399406179060/posts/default/3908272698542590924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2368075399406179060/posts/default/3908272698542590924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyeveryone.blogspot.com/2009/02/orange-and-cabbage-salad.html' title='Orange and Cabbage Salad'/><author><name>EVERYONE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08895441023029013442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ezBwXihoE_M/SZ13C8Uu3II/AAAAAAAAAV8/GizprCCRvQY/s72-c/IMG_1234.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2368075399406179060.post-4902761311486025747</id><published>2009-02-09T15:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T22:09:53.162-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blah-Blah-Blahg: Food For Nought</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ezBwXihoE_M/SZ5HseaNbuI/AAAAAAAAAWE/ynzq-zXMt-U/s1600-h/images.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 127px; height: 91px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ezBwXihoE_M/SZ5HseaNbuI/AAAAAAAAAWE/ynzq-zXMt-U/s320/images.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304756240491835106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;An Excrement Weekend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Recently, my boyfriend and I were leaving a party in Koreatown and walking back to my car. After stepping into the vehicle and smelling a god-forsaken stench, we looked at each other with accusatory eyes. Had we indulged in too many crazy food combinations that evening? What kind of vile digestive issues was the other person having? But this stank was far too potent to have been delivered in gas form. I worried that a weekend diet of wine, cheese, dessert and more alcohol had taken its toll on someone's undies. Fortunately for &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;us&lt;/span&gt;, neither of us had paid for our dietary indiscretions with a case of the squirts. Unfortunately, my carpet &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;had&lt;/span&gt; paid for the neglect of a dog owner who must be feeding his pet some pretty gnarly stuff. Needless, to say I was not thrilled about the smelly ride home or the cleanup to follow. It was raining, so I left the carpet outside, sprayed it with disinfectant and washed the carpet again once the rain had subsided. Then  I left the carpet out to dry. After a day of sun, I figured it'd be good to go.  However, when I next checked on the carpet, there was a tremendous splat of bird shit smack dab in the middle of the carpet. I had to laugh out loud. Now, I am contemplating starting the process over or inventing a foolproof process to avoid all varieties of animal excrement.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2368075399406179060-4902761311486025747?l=everyeveryone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyeveryone.blogspot.com/feeds/4902761311486025747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2368075399406179060&amp;postID=4902761311486025747' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2368075399406179060/posts/default/4902761311486025747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2368075399406179060/posts/default/4902761311486025747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyeveryone.blogspot.com/2009/02/blah-blah-blahg-food-for-nought_09.html' title='Blah-Blah-Blahg: Food For Nought'/><author><name>EVERYONE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08895441023029013442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ezBwXihoE_M/SZ5HseaNbuI/AAAAAAAAAWE/ynzq-zXMt-U/s72-c/images.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2368075399406179060.post-1001193280812479960</id><published>2009-02-02T23:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T22:54:31.117-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Arts and Vulture'/><title type='text'>Of The Terrible Doubt of Appearances</title><content type='html'>Of the terrible doubt of appearances,&lt;br /&gt;Of the uncertainty after all, that we may be deluded,&lt;br /&gt;That may-be reliance and hope are but speculations after all,&lt;br /&gt;That may-be identity beyond the grave is a beautiful fable &lt;br /&gt;     only,&lt;br /&gt;May-be the things I perceive, the animals, plants, men, hills, &lt;br /&gt;     shining and flowing waters,&lt;br /&gt;The skies of day and night, colors, densities, forms, may-be&lt;br /&gt;     these are (as doubtless they are) only apparitions, and&lt;br /&gt;     the real something has yet to be known,&lt;br /&gt;(How often they dart out of themselves as if to confound me&lt;br /&gt;     and mock me!&lt;br /&gt;How often I think neither I know, nor any man knows, &lt;br /&gt;     aught of them,)&lt;br /&gt;May-be seeming to me what they are (as doubtless they&lt;br /&gt;     indeed but seem) as from my present point of view, and&lt;br /&gt;     might prove (as of course they would) nought of what &lt;br /&gt;     they appear, or nought anyhow, from entirely changed&lt;br /&gt;     points of view;&lt;br /&gt;To me these and the like of these are curiously answer'd by&lt;br /&gt;     my lovers, my dear friends,&lt;br /&gt;When he whom I love travels with me or sits a long while&lt;br /&gt;     holding me by the hand,&lt;br /&gt;When the subtle air, the impalpable, the sense that words and&lt;br /&gt;     reason hold not, surround us and pervade us,&lt;br /&gt;Then I am charged with untold and untellable wisdom, I am&lt;br /&gt;     silent, I require nothing further,&lt;br /&gt;I cannot answer the question of appearances or that of &lt;br /&gt;     identity beyond the grave,&lt;br /&gt;But I walk or sit indifferent, I am satisfied,&lt;br /&gt;He ahold of my hand has completely satisfied me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by Walt Whitman&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2368075399406179060-1001193280812479960?l=everyeveryone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyeveryone.blogspot.com/feeds/1001193280812479960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2368075399406179060&amp;postID=1001193280812479960' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2368075399406179060/posts/default/1001193280812479960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2368075399406179060/posts/default/1001193280812479960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyeveryone.blogspot.com/2009/02/of-terrible-doubt-of-appearances.html' title='Of The Terrible Doubt of Appearances'/><author><name>EVERYONE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08895441023029013442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2368075399406179060.post-7907070007433523750</id><published>2009-02-02T15:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T19:51:23.482-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Recipes for DIS-Stress - Savory/Sweet'/><title type='text'>Roasted Chicken and Butternut Squash Stew</title><content type='html'>Makes 6 main-dish servings &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INGREDIENTS:&lt;br /&gt;1-1/2  lb. butternut squash, peeled, seeded, and cut in 3/4-inch pieces (6 cups)&lt;br /&gt;1  medium red onion, cut in 1/2-inch wedges&lt;br /&gt;4  teaspoons curry powder&lt;br /&gt;4  teaspoons extra virgin olive oil&lt;br /&gt;12 cloves garlic, peeled&lt;br /&gt;1 cinnamon stick&lt;br /&gt;1 sprig of rosemary&lt;br /&gt;1 bay leaf&lt;br /&gt;2 teaspoons kosher salt&lt;br /&gt;1/4 teaspoon paprika&lt;br /&gt;1/ teaspoon freshly ground pepper&lt;br /&gt;dash cayenne pepper&lt;br /&gt;5 1/4 cups chicken broth&lt;br /&gt;1  15- to 16-oz. can garbanzo beans (chickpeas), rinsed and drained&lt;br /&gt;1/3  cup dried apricots, cut in half&lt;br /&gt;1  deli-roasted chicken, cut up&lt;br /&gt;Fresh parsley leaves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DIRECTIONS:&lt;br /&gt;1. Preheat oven to 425 degrees. In shallow roasting pan, toss squash and onion with curry powder and 1 tablespoon oil. Roast, uncovered, 20 minutes or until tender. Reduce oven temperature to 350 degrees.&lt;br /&gt;2. Mince two of the garlic cloves. In 4-quart Dutch oven, heat remaining teaspoon of olive oil and cook 2 of the garlic cloves over low heat for 2 minutes. Combine remaining garlic cloves,  cinnamon stick, rosemary, bay leaf, salt, paprika, peppers, roasted vegetables, broth, beans, and apricots. Bring to boiling; reduce heat. Simmer, covered, 20 minutes. Transfer three quarters of the soup to food processor or blender. Process or blend until smooth (do not process the cinnamon stick, rosemary, or bay leaf). Return to Dutch oven and simmer 20 minutes more.&lt;br /&gt;3. Meanwhile, separate chicken into pieces and cut the brests in half. Reheat chicken in the oven.&lt;br /&gt;4. To serve, adjust seasoning if necessary. Then, top stew with chicken and parsley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;** Curry powder is a blend of spices that varies widely in composition. It has been used by Indians since ancient times.&lt;br /&gt;*“Curry” is derived from the South Indian word "karhee" or "kadhi". “Curry refers to a sauce of any kind. "Curry powder" in the Western world has a fairly standardized taste, but there are many different curry flavor profiles in India.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recipe by Cristina Paul&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2368075399406179060-7907070007433523750?l=everyeveryone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyeveryone.blogspot.com/feeds/7907070007433523750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2368075399406179060&amp;postID=7907070007433523750' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2368075399406179060/posts/default/7907070007433523750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2368075399406179060/posts/default/7907070007433523750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyeveryone.blogspot.com/2009/02/roasted-chicken-and-butternut-squash.html' title='Roasted Chicken and Butternut Squash Stew'/><author><name>EVERYONE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08895441023029013442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2368075399406179060.post-3118227189606004563</id><published>2009-02-01T11:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T06:17:49.751-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blah-Blah-Blahg: Food For Nought</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ezBwXihoE_M/SZwYbo-duOI/AAAAAAAAAV0/0TaFpdFkYlQ/s1600-h/images.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 115px; height: 110px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ezBwXihoE_M/SZwYbo-duOI/AAAAAAAAAV0/0TaFpdFkYlQ/s200/images.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304141324270549218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Common but Terrible Predicament&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone who uses a public bathroom with any frequency must know the horrible shiver that that crawled into my guts when I recently entered a  bathroom stall and saw pee on the toilet seat. It was too late though. The pee wasn't all over the place,nor was it a strange color or consistency - but it wasn't my pee. Moreover, there was a huge line behind me, I was aching with a belly full of tea and I had already walked in and latched the door. I couldn't turn back now. Once you latch - it's like a promise ring - ridiculous, but still a commitment has been made to follow through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What to do? Do I clean that foreign pee or do I quickly squat and allow the next Jane who walks in to believe that I am a filthy creature? I felt my entire being was in flux. Why did I have to drink so much tea? Should I walk out now and risk a mini-walk of shame or having to  use the loo (without readmittance) into the film at the Griffith Park Observatory's Planetarium? I know myself; I wouldn't be able to hold it through an entire film, no matter how brief. So I squatted and hoped the crowd would clear so that when I reemerged no one would be there to finger-point at my total misconduct.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fortunately, the line seemed to have disappeared (probably while I was fretting over my options in the stall). So, I was able to sneak out, avoiding the stares of suspicious women in line. I guess life isn't so bad after all. After all, I have had many other encountes of the turd kind that have made me feel lucky to be alive today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2368075399406179060-3118227189606004563?l=everyeveryone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyeveryone.blogspot.com/feeds/3118227189606004563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2368075399406179060&amp;postID=3118227189606004563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2368075399406179060/posts/default/3118227189606004563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2368075399406179060/posts/default/3118227189606004563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyeveryone.blogspot.com/2009/02/blah-blah-blahg-food-for-nought_01.html' title='Blah-Blah-Blahg: Food For Nought'/><author><name>EVERYONE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08895441023029013442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ezBwXihoE_M/SZwYbo-duOI/AAAAAAAAAV0/0TaFpdFkYlQ/s72-c/images.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2368075399406179060.post-1686109638772914237</id><published>2009-01-28T03:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T09:12:18.614-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Arts and Vulture'/><title type='text'>"Faith" is a fine invention...</title><content type='html'>"Faith" is a fine invention&lt;br /&gt;When Gentleman can see—&lt;br /&gt;But Microscopes are prudent&lt;br /&gt;In an Emergency.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by Emily Dickinson&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2368075399406179060-1686109638772914237?l=everyeveryone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyeveryone.blogspot.com/feeds/1686109638772914237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2368075399406179060&amp;postID=1686109638772914237' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2368075399406179060/posts/default/1686109638772914237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2368075399406179060/posts/default/1686109638772914237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyeveryone.blogspot.com/2009/01/faith-is-fine-invention.html' title='&quot;Faith&quot; is a fine invention...'/><author><name>EVERYONE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08895441023029013442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2368075399406179060.post-5481667214490318588</id><published>2009-01-27T11:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T06:20:08.379-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Recipes for DIS-Stress - Savory/Sweet'/><title type='text'>Root Veggie Roast</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Makes 6 to 8 servings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INGREDIENTS:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;6  ounces grated pecorino romano, manchego, or other salty hard cheese&lt;br /&gt;1  tablespoon finely chopped fresh herbs, such as thyme, chives, and sage&lt;br /&gt;1  tablespoon extra-virgin olive oil&lt;br /&gt;1 teaspoon coarse salt&lt;br /&gt;1/4 teaspoon freshly ground pepper&lt;br /&gt;1/2  pound golden beets (about 1), thinly sliced&lt;br /&gt;1 pound sweet potatoes (about 1 light and 1 dark – what most people call a   yam), thinly sliced&lt;br /&gt;1/4 pound large parsnips thinly sliced&lt;br /&gt;1  cup leek, thinly sliced&lt;br /&gt;2 large garlic cloves, thinly sliced&lt;br /&gt;Assorted fresh herbs (optional)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DIRECTIONS:&lt;br /&gt;1. Preheat the oven to 350 degrees. In small bowl toss together cheese and chopped herbs; set aside. Using a non-stick spray or olive oil spray, coat a 2 qt. rectangular baking dish. Mix half of the cheese and all of the other ingredients in a large mixing bowl. Try to evenly coat the veggies with oil and cheese. Arrange the veggies in the prepared baking dish. Sprinkle on the remaining cheese.&lt;br /&gt;2. Cover with foil. Bake for 45 to 50 minutes. Remove foil. Increase oven temperature to 400 degrees. Continue baking, uncovered, 15 minutes or until cheese is melted and starting to brown.&lt;br /&gt;3. Remove from oven. Sprinkle additional fresh herbs. Let stand 10 minutes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**The beet is in the amaranth family. The most recognized variety is the red root vegetable known as the garden beet. However, other varieties include the leaf vegetables chard and spinach beet, as well as the root vegetables sugar beet, which is important in the production of granulated sugar.&lt;br /&gt;*The color of red beetroot is caused by betalain pigments. Most other red plants, such as red cabbage, contain anthocyanin pigments. The composition of different betalain pigments can vary, giving breeds of beetroot a different degrees of redness. Thus, beets range in color from yellow to a familiar deep red. Betacyanin in beetroot may cause red urine in some people who are unable to break it down. This is called beeturia. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Recipe by Cristina Paul&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2368075399406179060-5481667214490318588?l=everyeveryone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyeveryone.blogspot.com/feeds/5481667214490318588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2368075399406179060&amp;postID=5481667214490318588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2368075399406179060/posts/default/5481667214490318588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2368075399406179060/posts/default/5481667214490318588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyeveryone.blogspot.com/2009/01/root-veggie-roast.html' title='Root Veggie Roast'/><author><name>EVERYONE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08895441023029013442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2368075399406179060.post-5851165596838382018</id><published>2009-01-26T03:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T07:35:38.800-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blah-Blah-Blahg: Food For Nought</title><content type='html'>I recently rubbed elbows (knees?, foreheads?...) with the most bizarre assembly of humans, and perhaps aliens, EVER! I attended a recent Stumbling Towards Ecstasy event. Now, the name of these free-movement fests should have tipped me off on the unfettered fanaticism of spirit involved in this type of social gathering. But... they're within walking distance of my house. So I thought, what the hey? I'll try it. These hippie-cum-new ager-cum-lost soul-cum-21st century guru amalgams of  music, movement, singing, and everything else that would appall the middle-American are held in  Masonic Temple. Who is in charge of renting THAT space? It's either a brilliant money-maker for the Masons, or something for which they will be punished by allowing outsiders to deliriously change the psychic energy of the space each Saturday and Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should've known what I was getting into when I was greeted by a woman dressed in all white. In my opinion, the only  mentally sound humans who wear all  white are milkmen and dogcatchers (and do they even exist anymore?). Anyhow, this woman glowed with happiness as she buzzed in front of her computer creating the playlist of the afternoon via iTunes. Every now and then she'd  pull a microphone out of thin air and say something that sounded like a poorly translated adage  on a fortune cookie. Otherwise she just sighed into the microphone, knowing that her sighs would TOTALLY create a spiritual playground for the crazies in attendance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess, though, that I too am a crazy because I was there. When I saw young people, older people, a man in a wheelchair, a woman in a turban, and more people wearing all white literally climbing up walls and softly touching each others' fingertips and swaying  in sync I was kind of weirded out. But everyone seemed happy. I guess I felt what an unbeliever might feel walking into a congregation that does the whole touched by the spirit, talking in tongues type of thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't say I was converted, but I will say that I started dancing. I don't want to toot my own horn... but TOOOOOOT! (That wasn't me, that was just a residual ecstatic yowl that hadn't been released at Stumbling Towards Ecstasy). I'm a good dancer. Some of the music was really good music. So I figured, I paid my $15 bucks - I'm gonna get my money's worth. So I ended up dancing up a storm with myself, dodging the approaches of random strangers to join in their stumbling toward pregnancy and other exchanges of bodily fluids and uncouth caresses. At one point though, I caved and danced with the most incredible, gay black man whose skin shone like a gleaming seed pod against his... all white pants. Afterwards, he made his way around the large room that kind of resembled a high school gym. But he came back every once in a while and beamed, "You're AMAZING! YOU are amazing!".  And you know what? I felt amazing. Even after my feet had blistered and my neck hurt from so much vehement jumping and stretching, I sang out on my walk home. My roommate accompanied me and we skipped. I felt as if I had little wings on my feet for the rest of the day. So if you want to scope some REAL WEIRDOS and you are not opposed to acting like one yourself I highly recommend checking out stumbling towards this scene. The worse that could happen is you get an idea for a documentary or short story while listening to one of the characters play their harmonium and touch themselves with the secret pleasure of a cheshire cat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2368075399406179060-5851165596838382018?l=everyeveryone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyeveryone.blogspot.com/feeds/5851165596838382018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2368075399406179060&amp;postID=5851165596838382018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2368075399406179060/posts/default/5851165596838382018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2368075399406179060/posts/default/5851165596838382018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyeveryone.blogspot.com/2009/02/blah-blah-blahg-food-for-nought.html' title='Blah-Blah-Blahg: Food For Nought'/><author><name>EVERYONE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08895441023029013442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2368075399406179060.post-386729646367885213</id><published>2009-01-23T11:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T06:01:47.830-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Arts and Vulture'/><title type='text'>In Passing</title><content type='html'>From a half block off I see you coming,&lt;br /&gt;walking briskly along, carrying parcels,&lt;br /&gt;furtively glancing up into the faces&lt;br /&gt;of people approaching, looking for someone&lt;br /&gt;you know, holding your smile in your mouth&lt;br /&gt;like a pebble, keeping it moist and ready,&lt;br /&gt;being careful not to swallow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that hope so open on your face,&lt;br /&gt;know how your heart would lift to see just one&lt;br /&gt;among us who remembered. If only someone&lt;br /&gt;would call out your name, would smile,&lt;br /&gt;so happy to see you again. You shift&lt;br /&gt;your heavy parcels, hunch up your shoulders,&lt;br /&gt;and press ahead into the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From a few feet away, you recognize me,&lt;br /&gt;or think you do. I see you preparing your face,&lt;br /&gt;getting your greeting ready. Do I know you?&lt;br /&gt;Both of us wonder. Swiftly we meet and pass,&lt;br /&gt;averting our eyes, close enough to touch,&lt;br /&gt;but not touching. I could not let you know&lt;br /&gt;that I've forgotten, and yet you know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;by Ted Kooser from Weather Central&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2368075399406179060-386729646367885213?l=everyeveryone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyeveryone.blogspot.com/feeds/386729646367885213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2368075399406179060&amp;postID=386729646367885213' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2368075399406179060/posts/default/386729646367885213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2368075399406179060/posts/default/386729646367885213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyeveryone.blogspot.com/2009/01/in-passing.html' title='In Passing'/><author><name>EVERYONE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08895441023029013442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2368075399406179060.post-6966663855424182664</id><published>2009-01-23T03:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T08:07:49.482-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Recipes for DIS-Stress - Sweet'/><title type='text'>Rosemary Cupcakes With Chocolate Butterecream</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ezBwXihoE_M/SYCCcU3cuEI/AAAAAAAAAVs/8Kwxjha5yuc/s1600-h/IMG_1423.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ezBwXihoE_M/SYCCcU3cuEI/AAAAAAAAAVs/8Kwxjha5yuc/s320/IMG_1423.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296376584936929346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Makes 24 cupcakes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;These cupcakes are best eaten on the day they are made. The frosting can be made ahead and refrigerated. However, the frosting must stand at room temperature to soften before use.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;INGREDIENTS&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;For Cupcakes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 cups unbleached all purpose flour&lt;br /&gt;2 cups granulated sugar&lt;br /&gt;3 teaspoons baking soda&lt;br /&gt;1 1/4 teaspoon fresh, minced rosemary&lt;br /&gt;1 teaspoon salt&lt;br /&gt;16 tablespoons unsalted butter (2 sticks), room temperature&lt;br /&gt;1 cup sour cream&lt;br /&gt;3 whole large eggs plus 2 large egg yolks, room temperature&lt;br /&gt;3 teaspoons vanilla extract&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;For Frosting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18 tablespoons butter&lt;br /&gt;2 cups confectioner’s sugar&lt;br /&gt;pinch of salt&lt;br /&gt;1 1/4  teaspoon vanilla extract&lt;br /&gt;8 ounces of semisweet chocolate, melted and cooled&lt;br /&gt;2 tablespoons cocoa powder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;INSTRUCTION&lt;/span&gt;S:&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;For Cupcakes&lt;/span&gt;: Adjust oven rack to middle position; heat oven to 350 degrees. Line two cupcake tins with cupcake liners.&lt;br /&gt;2. Whisk together flour, sugar, baking powder, fresh rosemary, and salt in bowl of standing mixer fitted with paddle attachment. Add butter, sour cream, egg and egg yolks, and vanilla; beat at medium speed until smooth and satiny, about 30 seconds. Scrape down sides of bowl with rubber spatula and mix by hand until smooth and no flour pockets remain.&lt;br /&gt;3. Divide batter evenly among cups of prepared tins ( you may want to use a 2-ounce ice cream scoop). Bake until cupcake tops are pale gold and a toothpick or skewer inserted into center comes out clean, 20 to 24 minutes. Transfer to wire rack; cool cupcakes to room temperature, about 45 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.For Frosting: In a standing mixer, beat butter at medium-high speed until smooth, about 20 seconds. Add confectioners' sugar and salt; beat at medium-low speed until most of the sugar is moistened, about 45 seconds. Scrape down bowl and beat at medium speed until mixture is fully combined, about 15 seconds; scrape bowl, add vanilla and beat at medium speed until incorporated, about 10 seconds, then reduce speed to low and gradually beat in chocolate and cocoa powder. Increase speed to medium-high and beat until light and fluffy, about 4 minutes, scraping down bowl once or twice.&lt;br /&gt;5. Spread frosting onto cupcakes, garnish with a bit of rosemary and enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recipe by Cristina Paul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2368075399406179060-6966663855424182664?l=everyeveryone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyeveryone.blogspot.com/feeds/6966663855424182664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2368075399406179060&amp;postID=6966663855424182664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2368075399406179060/posts/default/6966663855424182664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2368075399406179060/posts/default/6966663855424182664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyeveryone.blogspot.com/2009/01/rosemary-cupcakes-with-chocolate.html' title='Rosemary Cupcakes With Chocolate Butterecream'/><author><name>EVERYONE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08895441023029013442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ezBwXihoE_M/SYCCcU3cuEI/AAAAAAAAAVs/8Kwxjha5yuc/s72-c/IMG_1423.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2368075399406179060.post-2565631728306631043</id><published>2009-01-22T15:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T20:30:36.428-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blah-Blah-Blahg: Food For Nought</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Let me introduce you to my new favorite word: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); "&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;L&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Definition: when one has got the goody shivers AND one's nipples are hard&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Example sentences (these are all true BTW): During a recent visit to Chez Panisse, I ate the cinnamon braised goat and immediately got shibbles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've never been patriotic, but I got a serious case of shibbles while watching Obama's inauguration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2368075399406179060-2565631728306631043?l=everyeveryone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyeveryone.blogspot.com/feeds/2565631728306631043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2368075399406179060&amp;postID=2565631728306631043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2368075399406179060/posts/default/2565631728306631043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2368075399406179060/posts/default/2565631728306631043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyeveryone.blogspot.com/2009/01/blah-blah-blahg-food-for-nought_22.html' title='Blah-Blah-Blahg: Food For Nought'/><author><name>EVERYONE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08895441023029013442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2368075399406179060.post-5765583814912792766</id><published>2009-01-17T11:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T11:11:01.133-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Arts and Vulture'/><title type='text'>Proposals</title><content type='html'>Mistaking me for someone else, he asked me to marry him. This has&lt;br /&gt;happened more than once. The first time, I was eighteen and the boy had&lt;br /&gt;a diamond ring in a box. It was the Fourth of July, it was dark, he said, Happy&lt;br /&gt;Independence Day. Of course, the ring was too large and slipped right off &lt;br /&gt;my finger into the grass. (It belonged to someone else: the woman he &lt;br /&gt;married, eventually.) And when I was twenty-one, that redhead, sloe-eyed&lt;br /&gt;and slinking out of his grief, said he'd imagined I'd be his wife. But he was&lt;br /&gt;mistaken. It wasn't me. Then a drunk who drove too fast, who threw the &lt;br /&gt;proposal over his shoulder like some glittering, tattered scarf. I staggered &lt;br /&gt;out of his car, saying, No thanks, No thanks, No thanks. And the man over &lt;br /&gt;eggs one morning, in the midst of an argument, saying he planned to wait &lt;br /&gt;for spring to ask for my hand, then he never asked. (So of course, I married&lt;br /&gt;that one for a while; spent years convincing him I was not his cup of coffee, &lt;br /&gt;not his girl.) And in Prague, on a bridge called the Karlův Most, a stranger,&lt;br /&gt;a refugee, who mistook the way I stared at the river for thinking of suicide.&lt;br /&gt;Who mistook my American passport for his ticket out of there. And &lt;br /&gt;others-the man whose children grabbed the food off my plate, called me &lt;br /&gt;her; the man in Chartres Cathedral humming the wedding march into my&lt;br /&gt;ear. And tonight, at dinner with friends, happy, discussing their wedding&lt;br /&gt;plans, a man I've known for a couple of hours turning to ask me to marry &lt;br /&gt;him. I don't know who they think I am. Do I look like a bride in these rags&lt;br /&gt;of wind? Do I look like the angel of home and hearth with this strange green&lt;br /&gt;fire in my hands? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by Cecilia Woloch, from &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Late&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2368075399406179060-5765583814912792766?l=everyeveryone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyeveryone.blogspot.com/feeds/5765583814912792766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2368075399406179060&amp;postID=5765583814912792766' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2368075399406179060/posts/default/5765583814912792766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2368075399406179060/posts/default/5765583814912792766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyeveryone.blogspot.com/2009/01/proposals_17.html' title='Proposals'/><author><name>EVERYONE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08895441023029013442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2368075399406179060.post-5694367242777673945</id><published>2009-01-16T15:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T08:00:58.603-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Recipes for DIS-Stress - Savory'/><title type='text'>White Bean and Sage Spread</title><content type='html'>Man (and woman) doth not live by bread alone, he (and she) must have spreads...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Serve with veggies, crusty bread, or as a savory topper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INGREDIENTS:&lt;br /&gt;1 - 15 ounce can of cannellini beans&lt;br /&gt;2 tablespoons extra virgin olive oil&lt;br /&gt;1 tablespoon water&lt;br /&gt;1/2 teaspoon minced, fresh sage&lt;br /&gt;1 garlic clove&lt;br /&gt;1/4 teaspoon salt&lt;br /&gt;dash of cayenne pepper or freshly ground black pepper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DIRECTIONS: &lt;br /&gt;1. Put it all in a blender and pulse until smooth. Eat up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*** Sage is not just an adjective we use to describe Yoda or other wrinkled creatures known for their spirituality and spare speech. Sage is also an evergreen shrub whose leaves are used as an herb. &lt;br /&gt;** Salvia, the latin name for sage, means “to heal". Although many contend the effectiveness of Common Sage as a cure all, throughout history it has been prescribed for nearly every ailment. Recently, in a double blind and placebo-controlled trial, sage was found to be effective in the management of mild to moderate Alzheimer's disease. I haven't researched the specifics, so I couldn't tell you if they ingested the essential oil or if they did as all good hippies and Topanga-dwellers do and waved burning sage around themselves. I've tried it before: it's like good-vibes insurance and it's probably better for you than a couple of bong hits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recipe by Cristina Paul&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2368075399406179060-5694367242777673945?l=everyeveryone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyeveryone.blogspot.com/feeds/5694367242777673945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2368075399406179060&amp;postID=5694367242777673945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2368075399406179060/posts/default/5694367242777673945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2368075399406179060/posts/default/5694367242777673945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyeveryone.blogspot.com/2009/01/white-bean-and-sage-dip.html' title='White Bean and Sage Spread'/><author><name>EVERYONE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08895441023029013442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2368075399406179060.post-5682119305240053462</id><published>2009-01-15T23:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T21:18:26.644-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blah-Blah-Blahg: Food For Nought</title><content type='html'>Cool stuff that I've been doing that you might want to do too:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;First,&lt;/strong&gt; watch these videos and any other video on YouTube that features Philip Hansen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/T7v50jh25j0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/T7v50jh25j0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bxabHg--WBE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bxabHg--WBE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Q_ojtDIkv7M&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Q_ojtDIkv7M&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Second,&lt;/strong&gt; the human race has invented many ridiculous things like Mr Potato Head, French Toast sticks, doga (yoga for dogs), Edible Bouquets (more hideous than ridiculous), and any and all Japanese gameshows. I do think, though, that I have participated in one of its most preposterously &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;FUUUUUUUUUN&lt;/span&gt; inventions to date: &lt;a href="http://www.swervestudio.com/"&gt;Yoga Booty Ballet&lt;/a&gt;. Just saying it makes me feel as if I were caught commiting a harmless but embarrasing crime - like peeing in public. Exercise has never been such fun. Imagine step-aerobics, a Michael Jackson dance video circa 1988, a tribal drum circle, and jazz hands fluttering across your "chalice" (the instructor used that word) - that's what it's like. TREMENDOUS!!! Males, do not be shy. There were two men in the class I recently attended - albeit one of them was playing drums, but the other was an enthused participant  (and I have an abiding conviction that both were straight).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2368075399406179060-5682119305240053462?l=everyeveryone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyeveryone.blogspot.com/feeds/5682119305240053462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2368075399406179060&amp;postID=5682119305240053462' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2368075399406179060/posts/default/5682119305240053462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2368075399406179060/posts/default/5682119305240053462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyeveryone.blogspot.com/2009/01/blah-blah-blahg-food-for-nought_15.html' title='Blah-Blah-Blahg: Food For Nought'/><author><name>EVERYONE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08895441023029013442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2368075399406179060.post-4048366440309064954</id><published>2009-01-10T15:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T17:45:52.241-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Arts and Vulture'/><title type='text'>Recollection of Tranquility</title><content type='html'>The first time we ever quarreled&lt;br /&gt;you were cutting an onion&lt;br /&gt;in the kitchen of our rented cottage.&lt;br /&gt;I remember vividly. We were making creole&lt;br /&gt;for a late night supper with champagne,&lt;br /&gt;and you were taking it seemed forever&lt;br /&gt;to cut the onion.&lt;br /&gt;Each time your dull paring knife&lt;br /&gt;chopped on the counter, I shifted my feet,&lt;br /&gt;and I saw once in a glimpse over my shoulder&lt;br /&gt;a white wedge of onion wobbling loose.&lt;br /&gt;I sighed inaudibly. The butter I stirred&lt;br /&gt;had already bubbled and browned.&lt;br /&gt;I was starting over with a new yellow lump&lt;br /&gt;that was slipping on the silver aluminum&lt;br /&gt;when you brought, cupped in your hands,&lt;br /&gt;the broken pieces, the edges all ragged,&lt;br /&gt;the layers separated, bruised and oozing&lt;br /&gt;cloudy white onion juice.&lt;br /&gt;I complained:&lt;br /&gt;the family recipe stated specifically,&lt;br /&gt;the onion must be "finely chopped,"&lt;br /&gt;for what I explained were very good reasons.&lt;br /&gt;Otherwise, the pungent flavors would be trapped&lt;br /&gt;irrevocably in the collapsed cellular structure&lt;br /&gt;of the delicate root.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You sighed, I guess, inaudibly&lt;br /&gt;and adjusted your glasses carefully&lt;br /&gt;with two fingers (a fidget&lt;br /&gt;I have since come to know&lt;br /&gt;as a sign of mild perturbation)&lt;br /&gt;and explained:&lt;br /&gt;the pungence of onions too finely chopped&lt;br /&gt;would be simmered away. The original sharp&lt;br /&gt;burning crispness could be retained&lt;br /&gt;only in fairly large, bite-sized chunks.&lt;br /&gt;But you wouldn't fight tradition.&lt;br /&gt;I chopped onion on the counter&lt;br /&gt;with the dull knife, while you set the table&lt;br /&gt;and figured the best way of popping the cork.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by Idris Anderson from &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Mrs. Ramsay's Knee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2368075399406179060-4048366440309064954?l=everyeveryone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyeveryone.blogspot.com/feeds/4048366440309064954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2368075399406179060&amp;postID=4048366440309064954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2368075399406179060/posts/default/4048366440309064954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2368075399406179060/posts/default/4048366440309064954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyeveryone.blogspot.com/2009/01/recollection-of-tranquility.html' title='Recollection of Tranquility'/><author><name>EVERYONE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08895441023029013442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2368075399406179060.post-8448182067493967863</id><published>2009-01-10T03:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T07:31:41.921-08:00</updated><title type='text'>White Chocolate Butterscotch Cookies</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ezBwXihoE_M/SW4D2MP_kwI/AAAAAAAAAVI/MGSC88zfoKs/s1600-h/IMG_1122.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ezBwXihoE_M/SW4D2MP_kwI/AAAAAAAAAVI/MGSC88zfoKs/s200/IMG_1122.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291170841743037186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Makes about 2 dozen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INGREDIENTS:&lt;br /&gt;1 3/4 cup all purpose flour&lt;br /&gt;1/2 teaspoon baking soda&lt;br /&gt;3/4 teaspoon cinnamon&lt;br /&gt;1/2 teaspoon salt&lt;br /&gt;8 tablespoons unsalted butter, at room temperature&lt;br /&gt;1/2 cup vegetable shortening, at room temperature&lt;br /&gt;1 1/4 cup packed dark brown sugar&lt;br /&gt;1 large egg plus 1 egg yolk&lt;br /&gt;1 tablespoon vanilla extract&lt;br /&gt;1 ¼ cup chopped (¼- inch pieces) good quality white chocolate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DIRECTIONS: &lt;br /&gt;1. Adjust oven racks to upper middle and lower middle positions. Preheat oven to 350 degrees. Line two baking sheets with parchment paper. &lt;br /&gt;2. In a medium bowl, whisk together the dry ingredients.&lt;br /&gt;3. In the bowl of an electric mixer, beat the butter, shortening, and brown sugar on high speed until light and fluffy, about 3 minutes, scraping down the sides of the bowl when necessary. Beat in the egg, yolk, and vanilla until just combined.&lt;br /&gt;4. With mixer on low speed, add the flour mixture in two batches, beating until just combined. Stir in the white chocolate by hand. &lt;br /&gt;5. Each cookie should be 2 tablespoons of dough. Place them 2 inches apart on the prepared baking sheets. Bake, rotating the sheets halfway through, until slightly golden brown around the edges, about 14 minutes. Cool the cookies for 2 minutes on the sheets and then transfer to wire racks. Cookies will keep for up to 4 days in an airtight container.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***Tear up a piece of sliced bread and place in the cookie jar or container that you are keeping these cookies. The bread will help the cookies maintain a just-baked chewiness.&lt;br /&gt;**White chocolate is not truly chocolate because it does not contain chocolate liquor. *White chocolate was first introduced in 1956 and, since then, the U.S. has regulated what can be marketed as “white chocolate”. White chocolate in the U.S. must contain at least 20% cocoa butter by weight. Other ingredients in this confection include sugar and milk solids – don’t ask me what those milk solids are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recipe by Cristina Paul&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2368075399406179060-8448182067493967863?l=everyeveryone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyeveryone.blogspot.com/feeds/8448182067493967863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2368075399406179060&amp;postID=8448182067493967863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2368075399406179060/posts/default/8448182067493967863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2368075399406179060/posts/default/8448182067493967863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyeveryone.blogspot.com/2009/01/white-chocolate-butterscotch-cookies.html' title='White Chocolate Butterscotch Cookies'/><author><name>EVERYONE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08895441023029013442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ezBwXihoE_M/SW4D2MP_kwI/AAAAAAAAAVI/MGSC88zfoKs/s72-c/IMG_1122.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2368075399406179060.post-3993931731325625632</id><published>2009-01-09T03:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T07:32:00.108-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blah-Blah-Blahg: Food For Nought</title><content type='html'>THIS LAWN IS YOUR LAWN&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk of victory lawns is springing up everywhere, from the &lt;a href="http://www.latimes.com/features/home/la-hm-victory10-2009jan10,0,7167635.story"&gt;LA Times&lt;/a&gt; to... Pennsylvania Avenue? Watch this neat video.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ok8XCt1mNFk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ok8XCt1mNFk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2368075399406179060-3993931731325625632?l=everyeveryone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyeveryone.blogspot.com/feeds/3993931731325625632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2368075399406179060&amp;postID=3993931731325625632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2368075399406179060/posts/default/3993931731325625632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2368075399406179060/posts/default/3993931731325625632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyeveryone.blogspot.com/2009/01/blah-blah-blahg-food-for-nought.html' title='Blah-Blah-Blahg: Food For Nought'/><author><name>EVERYONE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08895441023029013442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2368075399406179060.post-6103164644290656396</id><published>2009-01-03T11:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T12:21:07.372-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Arts and Vulture'/><title type='text'>Denmark, Kangaroo, Orange</title><content type='html'> &lt;br /&gt;Pick a number from one to ten. Okay, now multiply that number&lt;br /&gt;by nine. You will have a two-digit number. Add those two digits.&lt;br /&gt;Now subtract five from that number. Take that number and find &lt;br /&gt;its corresponding letter in the alphabet (1=A, 2=B, etc.). Now&lt;br /&gt;think of a country that begins with that letter. Now name an&lt;br /&gt;animal that begins with the last letter of the country. Finally, name&lt;br /&gt;a fruit that begins with the last letter of that animal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; by Kevin Griffith from &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Denmark, Kangaroo, Orange&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2368075399406179060-6103164644290656396?l=everyeveryone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyeveryone.blogspot.com/feeds/6103164644290656396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2368075399406179060&amp;postID=6103164644290656396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2368075399406179060/posts/default/6103164644290656396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2368075399406179060/posts/default/6103164644290656396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyeveryone.blogspot.com/2009/01/denmark-kangaroo-orange.html' title='Denmark, Kangaroo, Orange'/><author><name>EVERYONE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08895441023029013442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2368075399406179060.post-4440065395225343806</id><published>2008-12-30T15:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T17:39:41.318-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blah-Blah-Blahg: Food For Nought</title><content type='html'>These Are A Few of My Favorite Things (thank you Julie Andrews) From '08:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Spicy Daikon Radish and homemade Spicy Tofu&lt;/span&gt; from Dave's Gourmet Korean Food. He's a tiny man with a big smile and he sells at the Hollywood, Mar Vista, and Culver City Farmer's Markets in L.A.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;The Know It All: One Man's Humble Quest To Become The Smartest Person In The World&lt;/span&gt;, a book by A.J. Jacobs - you'lll feel vicariously foolish and giddily well-informed as you read the author's hilarious account of reading the Encyclopedia Britannica&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;a href="http://ranchoparkarchers.com/"&gt;Free archery at Rancho Park&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;a href="http://www.oyarestaurantboston.com/"&gt;O Ya Restaurant&lt;/a&gt; the most amazing sushi on the planet - you may just feel the need to kiss the sake sommelier (who by the way is kind of sultry in the I'm-the-wife-of-the-head-chef-and-far-more-learned-than-you-shall-ever-be-in-the ways- of-rice-polishing-and-approachable-aloofness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Watching episodes or clips of &lt;a href="http://www.abc.net.au/tv/summerheightshigh/?#home"&gt;Summer Heights High&lt;/a&gt; on the boob tube or YouTube - a meditation on Aussie insanity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*A board game called &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Wise and Otherwise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Listening to Elton John's Greatest Hits, the Beach Boys' Pet Sounds, Sharon Jones and The Dap Kings, and The Zombies on repeat - don't knock it until you try it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Films (but I will admit that some of them are just great MOVIES): &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;The Curious Tale of Benjamin Button, The Dark Knight, Enchanted, Hamlet 2, Happy Go Lucky, Kung Fu Panda, Milk, Slumdog Millionaire, The Visitor, Wall-E, Young At Heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Lillet blanc&lt;/span&gt; on the rocks before a nice meal&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ezBwXihoE_M/SV06EO8b1bI/AAAAAAAAAU4/r0bOj2rDzKQ/s1600-h/9780440406945.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 142px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ezBwXihoE_M/SV06EO8b1bI/AAAAAAAAAU4/r0bOj2rDzKQ/s200/9780440406945.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286445382008296882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Reading &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;D'aulaires' Book of Greek Myths&lt;/span&gt; until you've memorized the illustrations and the saucy stories in this book intended for children but too good to be just for the kids&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*The incredible singing Christmas card that both my best friend and brother purchased for me playing one of my favorite songs of all time: I Want A Hippopotamus For Christmas&lt;br /&gt;Warning: the timbre of the singer's voice may cause nausea or an inexplicable need to urinate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KtqIM_bPTws&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KtqIM_bPTws&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;My new feather headband&lt;/span&gt; - which I've worn for the past week with total disregard for the color of my outfit and whether or not people have seen me with this same accessory in the very recent past. The headband may be causing some severe soreness in the area behind my ears, which I will continue to pass off as a symptom of too many holiday drinks and wearing my eyeglasses which I have NOT worn in the past week because that's just way too much stuff being perched upon the ole cranium&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;The word lollygag&lt;/span&gt; - saying it over and over is kind of hypnotic  and ridiculous (this is probably something you may want to chant in the shower when no one else is home - Nam Myoho Renge Kyo is sooooooooo 1253 AD). If you &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;are&lt;/span&gt; into history you may be interested in the fact that "lollygagging" was slang for "fooling around" (sexually) in the beginning of the 20th century.  Presently, "lollygag" doesn't have that naughty connotation, but back in the 40's, one Navy captain issued this warning: "Lovemaking and lollygagging are hereby strictly forbidden.... The holding of hands, osculation and constant embracing of [women], is a violation of naval discipline...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2368075399406179060-4440065395225343806?l=everyeveryone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyeveryone.blogspot.com/feeds/4440065395225343806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2368075399406179060&amp;postID=4440065395225343806' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2368075399406179060/posts/default/4440065395225343806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2368075399406179060/posts/default/4440065395225343806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyeveryone.blogspot.com/2008/12/blah-blah-blahg-food-for-nought_7269.html' title='Blah-Blah-Blahg: Food For Nought'/><author><name>EVERYONE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08895441023029013442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ezBwXihoE_M/SV06EO8b1bI/AAAAAAAAAU4/r0bOj2rDzKQ/s72-c/9780440406945.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2368075399406179060.post-1965014273899339409</id><published>2008-12-28T23:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T17:41:24.363-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Recipes for DIS-Stress - Savory/Sweet'/><title type='text'>Spaghetti Squash with Pomegranate Jewels</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ezBwXihoE_M/SWaqa7k0srI/AAAAAAAAAVA/lhx89Pv7Avk/s1600-h/IMG_1420.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ezBwXihoE_M/SWaqa7k0srI/AAAAAAAAAVA/lhx89Pv7Avk/s200/IMG_1420.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289102192038687410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Makes 8 servings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;INGREDIENTS:&lt;br /&gt; 1  3 to 3 ½ pound spaghetti squash&lt;br /&gt; 1 tablespoon extra virgin olive oil&lt;br /&gt; 1/2  cup orange juice&lt;br /&gt; 1/4 cup chicken broth or vegetable broth &lt;br /&gt; 5 garlic cloves, minced&lt;br /&gt; 1 (3 inch) cinnamon stick&lt;br /&gt; 1/2 cup dried jumbo raisins or tart cherries (I like a mix of jumbo raisin varieties)&lt;br /&gt; 1/3  cup chopped and toasted walnuts&lt;br /&gt; 1 1/2 teaspoons  minced, fresh sage&lt;br /&gt; 3/4  teaspoon salt&lt;br /&gt; 1/4  teaspoon ground black pepper&lt;br /&gt; 1 small pomegranate, seeded (about 1/2 cup of pomegranate seeds) &lt;br /&gt; 1/3 cup hard sheep’s cheese such as Manchego or Iberico, crumbled or chopped into 1/2  inch pieces&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DIRECTIONS:&lt;br /&gt;1. Adjust oven rack to middle position and heat oven to 375. Halve squash lengthwise; discard seeds. Brush with olive oil and season with salt and pepper. Place squash halves, cut side down, on a baking sheet. Roast until tender, about 75 to 80 minutes. &lt;br /&gt;2. Meanwhile, in saucepan bring orange juice, broth, cinnamon stick, and garlic to boiling. Lower heat and let simmer for 6 minutes. Remove from heat. Remove cinnamon stick and add cherries; let stand 10 minutes&lt;br /&gt;3. Using a fork, scrape squash pulp from shells into a large serving bowl – the cooked squash can be cooled first, otherwise use oven mitts.&lt;br /&gt;4. Add raisins or cherries with juice, toasted walnuts, sage, and salt, and pepper to squash pulp. Toss to coat and adjust seasoning. Sprinkle with pomegranate seeds. Serve warm. Makes 8 (about 2/3-cup) servings.&lt;br /&gt;Make-Ahead Tip: Up to a day ahead, cook spaghetti squash; scrape cooked spaghetti squash into a large bowl. Cover and refrigerate squash. Thirty minutes ahead, warm cooked squash in microwave, covered and vented, 3 to 4 minutes, gently stirring twice. Finish recipe as directed in Step 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***True spaghetti squash is actually pale ivory to pale yellow in color. However, in the early 1990's, an orange spaghetti squash, known as "Orangetti" was developed and this is what is commonly found in today's supermarkets. Higher in beta carotene, the orange variety is also bit sweeter than its paler counterpart. Both have a mild flavor that is complemented and enhanced by the food served with or on it. This squash is a dieter's dream; a four-ounce serving of spaghetti squash only has 37 calories!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recipe by Cristina Paul&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2368075399406179060-1965014273899339409?l=everyeveryone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyeveryone.blogspot.com/feeds/1965014273899339409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2368075399406179060&amp;postID=1965014273899339409' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2368075399406179060/posts/default/1965014273899339409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2368075399406179060/posts/default/1965014273899339409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyeveryone.blogspot.com/2009/01/spaghetti-squash-with-pomegranate.html' title='Spaghetti Squash with Pomegranate Jewels'/><author><name>EVERYONE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08895441023029013442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ezBwXihoE_M/SWaqa7k0srI/AAAAAAAAAVA/lhx89Pv7Avk/s72-c/IMG_1420.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2368075399406179060.post-1699102246016521414</id><published>2008-12-23T15:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T10:39:14.780-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Arts and Vulture'/><title type='text'>Riveted</title><content type='html'>It is possible that things will not get better&lt;br /&gt;than they are now, or have been known to be.&lt;br /&gt;It is possible that we are past the middle now.&lt;br /&gt;It is possible that we have crossed the great water&lt;br /&gt;without knowing it, and stand now on the other side.&lt;br /&gt;Yes: I think that we have crossed it. Now &lt;br /&gt;we are being given tickets, and they are not&lt;br /&gt;tickets to the show we had been thinking of,&lt;br /&gt;but to a different show, clearly inferior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check again: it is our own name on the envelope.&lt;br /&gt;The tickets are to that other show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is possible that we will walk out of the darkened hall&lt;br /&gt;without waiting for the last act: people do.&lt;br /&gt;Some people do. But it is probable&lt;br /&gt;that we will stay seated in our narrow seats&lt;br /&gt;all through the tedious dénouement&lt;br /&gt;to the unsurprising end — riveted, as it were;&lt;br /&gt;spellbound by our own imperfect lives&lt;br /&gt;because they are lives,&lt;br /&gt;and because they are ours. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by Robyn Sarah from A Day's Grace: Poems 1997-2002&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2368075399406179060-1699102246016521414?l=everyeveryone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyeveryone.blogspot.com/feeds/1699102246016521414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2368075399406179060&amp;postID=1699102246016521414' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2368075399406179060/posts/default/1699102246016521414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2368075399406179060/posts/default/1699102246016521414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyeveryone.blogspot.com/2008/12/riveted.html' title='Riveted'/><author><name>EVERYONE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08895441023029013442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2368075399406179060.post-1215475942342848900</id><published>2008-12-22T03:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T10:40:43.968-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Recipes for DIS-Stress - Savory/Sweet'/><title type='text'>Fall Chicken with Feta</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ezBwXihoE_M/SVKBuKI2TsI/AAAAAAAAAUw/eMvnhpgZL5o/s1600-h/IMG_1361.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ezBwXihoE_M/SVKBuKI2TsI/AAAAAAAAAUw/eMvnhpgZL5o/s200/IMG_1361.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283427942854446786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Serves 4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This dish is especially nice served over couscous&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INGREDIENTS:&lt;br /&gt;4  skinless, boneless chicken breast halves (about 1-1/4 pounds total)&lt;br /&gt;1  tablespoon olive oil&lt;br /&gt;1 1/2  cups peeled, seeded, and chopped (into 1/2 inch cubes) winter squash&lt;br /&gt;8 ounces of chanterelles, shiitake, or morel mushrooms, sliced with tough part of stems discarded&lt;br /&gt;1  medium onion, sliced and separated into rings (about 2 cups)&lt;br /&gt;4  cloves garlic, minced&lt;br /&gt;1 1/4 teaspoon salt&lt;br /&gt;1/4 teaspoon freshly ground pepper&lt;br /&gt;dash of cayenne pepper&lt;br /&gt;1/2  cup chicken broth&lt;br /&gt;1 cup canned pumpkin &lt;br /&gt;1/2  cup crumbled feta cheese (2 ounces)&lt;br /&gt;1 teaspoon fresh minced marjoram, savory, or thyme (or 1/4  teaspoon dried herb)&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DIRECTIONS: &lt;br /&gt;1. Pat chicken dry with paper towels. Season chicken with salt and black pepper. In a 12-inch skillet, heat oil over medium heat. Cook chicken for 12 to 15 minutes or until the internal temperature registers 170F on an instant-read thermometer, turning once. Place chicken on a plate and tent with foil.&lt;br /&gt;2. Turn heat up to medium high. Add squash, mushrooms, onion, garlic, salt, and peppers to the skillet. Cook for 4 minutes, stirring occasionally. Add the chicken broth. Cover and cook for 6 more minutes, stirring occasionally. Stir in pumpkin and place chicken breasts in skillet. Cover and simmer for 4 minutes more, stirring once.&lt;br /&gt;3. Place chicken on plates and spoon vegetable mixture over chicken. Sprinkle with feta cheese and fresh marjoram and serve. &lt;br /&gt;*** According to many surveys, chicken consumption has nearly doubled in the last 50 years, going from about 50 pounds of chicken annually per person to nearly 100 pounds.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2368075399406179060-1215475942342848900?l=everyeveryone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyeveryone.blogspot.com/feeds/1215475942342848900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2368075399406179060&amp;postID=1215475942342848900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2368075399406179060/posts/default/1215475942342848900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2368075399406179060/posts/default/1215475942342848900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyeveryone.blogspot.com/2008/12/fall-chicken-with-feta.html' title='Fall Chicken with Feta'/><author><name>EVERYONE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08895441023029013442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ezBwXihoE_M/SVKBuKI2TsI/AAAAAAAAAUw/eMvnhpgZL5o/s72-c/IMG_1361.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
