Wash and pick over 1 (16-oz) pkg. of 15-bean soup mix, discarding the seasoning packet. Soak beans in water overnight. Drain beans, put in a large soup pot with a ham bone or ham hocks. Add 10-cups water and 4 cloves garlic, minced. Bring to a boil. Reduce heat and simmer for 1 1/2 hours, skimming off any foam that rises. Cut 1-lb. Kielbasa into 1″ slices, then into quarters; add to soup and simmer 1 hour longer. Remove ham bones or hocks from pot and allow to cool. Shred the meat from bone and return this meat to pot. Add 1 (28-oz) can crushed tomatoes, 2 chopped onions, 1/2-cup chopped parsley, 1/4-cup lemon juice, 1 teaspoon chili powder, 1/2-teaspoon ground cumin, 1/4-teaspoon dried red pepper flakes and salt and pepper to taste. Cook slowly for an additional 30 minutes, stirring occasionally to keep from sticking. Garnish with additional parsley. Makes 8-servings that taste even better on the second day as the flavors blend. Homemade croutons are a delicious extra touch.
Disappointment reigns. Granted, a minor disappointment, but a burning question (to me, and obviously to me alone since no answer can be found) none-the-less has failed to be resolved after 15 minutes (!!) or searching. In web-search land, not finding the answer to something after 15 minutes is practically admitting there is no definitive answer to be found.
Watching TV, I have always noticed that in a scene shot in a parking lot or other outdoor paved area, the surface has been hosed down and allowed to remain wet. It makes sense that any debris or dirt would be cleaned away so as not to be distracting to viewers, but why do they allow it to remain wet? Guessing that it is also an aesthetic thing, i.e. the scene shows better on the screen when the street is wet, makes sense, but for some quirky reason I want to know if that is true. Oh, the ramblings of an overactive brain….
Whether writing a title for a blog entry, writing the headline for a newspaper article or designing the cover of a monthly magazine, the headline is often what catches the reader’s attention. The catchiness of the phrase can draw you in, immediately giving a sense of what is in the article. Your choice as the reader is to jump in with both eyes or move on to another that better suits your interests at the moment.
Not having attended journalism school or having a degree in Creative Writing, I wonder if there is a special class devoted to the topic. Having a degree in English, I have no recollection of ever being taught to tie the title of the paper and the content together in a tantalizing way, but have instead learned by observation. It’s very important. Great headlines sell newspapers and magazines, draw viewers to a story on the evening news or affect the purchase of one book over another. Possessing that talent could make or break a fledging career. “Art of the Headline” or “Headline Writing 101.” Which class sounds more interesting?
Today was the perfect day to do a yard work blitz. Man-of-my-dreams worked until 3:00 pm, then left for a weekend charity golf tournament. That meant that my time was totally mine for the whole day. Stopping to cook or even get presentable to go out for the evening was completely off the agenda. With no one but myself to answer to for the day, the amount that was accomplished was truly amazing–it’s amazing even to me!
- picked up all sticks in yard left from Hurricane Ike’s windy visit
- carted sticks and asssorted debris to burn pile for Saturday AM allowable burning time
- cut grass using the bagger on the mower to mulch and capture leaves that are starting to accumulate. Dumped on compost pile.
- used electric chain saw to finish cutting overgrown hedges
- carted hedge debris to burn pile
- raked accumulated loose sticks, pine cones and leaves from where hedge formerly stood, and, loose twigs from where new compost pile will be starting soon
- dug out weeds, grass clumps and small bushes from hedge location
- seperated small stones from pile, discarding in woods
- washed throw rugs and hung outside to dry
- straightened and swept garage
- began staining new wooden pergola
- miscellaneous sidewalk and porch sweeping
After looking over that list, it makes perfect sense why I am just a bit on the tired side tonight. A blitz doesn’t have a defined beginning or end. In this case, the point was to do as many things as possible without being concerned about the order. It worked.
Public Probiscus Probing is apparently more prevalent than any mother would permit. Public Probiscus Probing is possibly premeditated, potentially pathogenic and permanently past the point of polite persuasion.
Purge the urge to Publicly Probe your Probiscus. Please.
A smoking ban went into effect statewide about two weeks ago. In this state, it is now illegal to smoke inside public buildings. There are exceptions, like bars that gross less than 20% of their sales from food, but most places do not fit the parameters.
Smokers are upset and angry. From their perspective, their rights have been usurped. I offer this compromise: since smoking inside public places has been accepted for hundreds of years (let’s use 300 years as a talking point), it strikes me as fair that in another 300 years we’ll switch back. Taking turns, so to speak. Sounds fair to me.
In a large skillet, brown 1 pound bulk hot port sausage. Drain excess fat. Transfer sausage to a large kettle. Add 2 (two) 16-oz. cans kidney beans, drained, 2 (two) 14-oz. cans stewed tomatoes, undrained, 2 cups tomato juice, 1 large onion, chopped, 1 bay leaf, 1 teaspoon salt and 1/2 teaspoon garlic salt, 1/2 teaspoon chili powder, 1 teaspoon thyme, 1/2 teaspoon black pepper, 1 cup whole kernal corn, 1 stalk celery, chopped, and 1 green pepper, chopped. Simmer covered for 1 1/2 hours. Remove bay leaf before serving. 8-10 servings.
“At Last” Lyrics sung by Etta James:
my love has come along
my lonely days over
and life is like a song
the skies above are blue
My heart was wrapped up in clover
the night I looked at you
that I could speak to
A dream that I
can call my own
I found a thrill
to press my cheek to
A thrill that I have never known
Ohh, yeah, yeah
Ooh and then the spell was cast
And here we are in heaven
for you are mine at last
As a child, the apple orchard that had been planted long before we ever lived there, provided a spot for swings, tree-climbing, pies, applesauce and spur-of-the moment snacks. Climbing the various apple trees were one of my favorite past times. There were times that I would go outside, scrambling to the tippy top branches, as high as I could go. My Mother would come to the door, calling my name to come do some chore that she had found to occupy my time. I would sit in the tree top, hidden by the leaves, pretending I hadn’t heard her.
There were also the times when I was sent out to climb the tree, picking the apples to make a pie or homemade applesauce for dinner. The Golden Delicious Apple tree in my current yard is full of fruit. It’s time to make batches of fresh applesauce for now, plus a few containers to stow away for Thanksgiving or Christmas dinner.
Gather and wash 8-10 fresh Golden Delicious Apples. Peel and core, cut away any bad spots and rough cut the apples. Put in a heavy-bottom pot, adding about 2 cups water and 1/4 to 1/2 cup white sugar. Heat over low heat until the apples are very soft. If you prefer chunky-style sauce, stir in about a teaspoon of cinnamonand serve. If you prefer your applesauce to be very smooth, put through a food mill, a food process or use an immersion blender.
Sweet potato vines are common additions to any gardeners toolbox. This delicately colored light green variety with soft brushstrokes of white and pink on the tips is my personal favorite.
A bright green variety is planted in my vacated outdoor fireplace. See a pic at: