RECIPE INGREDIENTS
Serves 6
For Salad:
3 chicken breast halves
2/3 cup water
1 Boston or Bibb lettuce (mignonette), torn into serving pieces
2 cups lightly packed watercress sprigs
For Lemon Mayonnaise:
2 eggs
5 tablespoons lemon juice
2 tablespoons Dijon mustard
1 cup light olive oil
1/2 cup peanut oil
Grated zest (rind) of 2 lemons
1/3 cup toasted almonds, for serving
2 tablespoons grated lemon zest, for serving
RECIPE METHOD
For Salad:
Preheat oven to 300 degrees. Place chicken breast in a single layer
in a baking dish. Sprinkle with salt and pepper. Add water, place in
oven and bake for 30 minutes, until breasts are cooked through.
Remove from water and cut into strips. Combine chicken and salad
greens in a large bowl.
For Lemon Mayonnaise:
Place eggs, lemon juice and mustard in bowl of food processor and
process for 1 minute. Combine oils. With motor running, add oils
in a slow, steady stream and process until thoroughly combined.
Stir in lemon zest.
Toss mayonnaise with greens and chicken and sprinkle with almonds
and lemon zest.
Nutrition Facts:
Facts per Serving
Calories: 602
Fat: 49g
Carbohydrates: 8g
Cholesterol: 139mg
Sodium: 232mg
Protein: 35g
Fiber: 3g
% Cal. from Fat: 73%
% Cal. from Carbohydrates: 5%
Recipe reprinted by permission of Weldon Russell. All rights reserved.
Source: Outdoor Entertaining
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Serves 6
For Salad:
3 chicken breast halves
2/3 cup water
1 Boston or Bibb lettuce (mignonette), torn into serving pieces
2 cups lightly packed watercress sprigs
For Lemon Mayonnaise:
2 eggs
5 tablespoons lemon juice
2 tablespoons Dijon mustard
1 cup light olive oil
1/2 cup peanut oil
Grated zest (rind) of 2 lemons
1/3 cup toasted almonds, for serving
2 tablespoons grated lemon zest, for serving
RECIPE METHOD
For Salad:
Preheat oven to 300 degrees. Place chicken breast in a single layer
in a baking dish. Sprinkle with salt and pepper. Add water, place in
oven and bake for 30 minutes, until breasts are cooked through.
Remove from water and cut into strips. Combine chicken and salad
greens in a large bowl.
For Lemon Mayonnaise:
Place eggs, lemon juice and mustard in bowl of food processor and
process for 1 minute. Combine oils. With motor running, add oils
in a slow, steady stream and process until thoroughly combined.
Stir in lemon zest.
Toss mayonnaise with greens and chicken and sprinkle with almonds
and lemon zest.
Nutrition Facts:
Facts per Serving
Calories: 602
Fat: 49g
Carbohydrates: 8g
Cholesterol: 139mg
Sodium: 232mg
Protein: 35g
Fiber: 3g
% Cal. from Fat: 73%
% Cal. from Carbohydrates: 5%
Recipe reprinted by permission of Weldon Russell. All rights reserved.
Source: Outdoor Entertaining
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As we climbed into our canoe, Anne and I sang an off-key rendition of our
version of Stuck in the Middle With You:
Crocs to the left of me
Hippos to the right
Here I am
Stuck in a stupid canoe
We laughed at our not inconsiderable wit as we settled into our canoe and
pushed off into the Zambezi, a river that begins in Congo and thunders down
Victoria Falls before eventually snaking its way through Zimbabwe to Mana
Pools National Park. It was in Mana Pools that we spent the next four days,
and it was in Mana Pools that we tried to hide our nervousness behind that
rather pathetic attempt at musical bravado.
Before we climbed into the canoe, our guide Herbert had briefed us on the
situation in his perfect, beautifully-accented English:
"Canoe safaris are dangerous. There are more water-based injuries at Mana
Pools than any other kind. Hippos are very territorial, very big, and very fast,
and we'll be passing by lots of them. I'm not going to lie...they sometimes
decide to charge canoes. If one does, there isn't much we can do. We have a
guard with a gun, but hippos are so massive that a few bullets won't slow
them down. We'll rarely be more than 4 to 6 metres from the shore; if our
boat gets tipped by a hippo, get out of the water. There are crocodiles here,
lots of them."
Neither Anne nor I were unfamiliar with the world of canoes; we had, after all,
grown up in Canada. But for some reason, beavers and lake trout just don't
pack the same punch as hippos and crocs.
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version of Stuck in the Middle With You:
Crocs to the left of me
Hippos to the right
Here I am
Stuck in a stupid canoe
We laughed at our not inconsiderable wit as we settled into our canoe and
pushed off into the Zambezi, a river that begins in Congo and thunders down
Victoria Falls before eventually snaking its way through Zimbabwe to Mana
Pools National Park. It was in Mana Pools that we spent the next four days,
and it was in Mana Pools that we tried to hide our nervousness behind that
rather pathetic attempt at musical bravado.
Before we climbed into the canoe, our guide Herbert had briefed us on the
situation in his perfect, beautifully-accented English:
"Canoe safaris are dangerous. There are more water-based injuries at Mana
Pools than any other kind. Hippos are very territorial, very big, and very fast,
and we'll be passing by lots of them. I'm not going to lie...they sometimes
decide to charge canoes. If one does, there isn't much we can do. We have a
guard with a gun, but hippos are so massive that a few bullets won't slow
them down. We'll rarely be more than 4 to 6 metres from the shore; if our
boat gets tipped by a hippo, get out of the water. There are crocodiles here,
lots of them."
Neither Anne nor I were unfamiliar with the world of canoes; we had, after all,
grown up in Canada. But for some reason, beavers and lake trout just don't
pack the same punch as hippos and crocs.
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Jean Honore Fragonard
The Reader
The Reader
| Dorothea Puente |
The stench hovered over the Sacramento neighborhood like a putrid fog,
sickly sweet and pungent. Everyone knew where it came from - the yard of
the pale blue Victorian at 1426 F Street, where Dorothea Puente rented out
rooms to elderly and infirm boarders.
During the summer it got so bad that some neighbors preferred to turn off
their air conditioners and suffer the blazing Delta heat rather than have the
fans suck the stench into their homes.
"The sewer's backed up," the 59-year-old boardinghouse mistress told
people when they complained. Other times she blamed rats rotting under
the floorboards or the fish emulsion she'd used to fertilize the garden.
She tried to blot out the fetor by dumping bags of lime and gallons of bleach
into the yard and spraying her parlor with lemon-scented air freshener when
guests dropped in. But no matter what she tried, the stench refused to
fade; it clung to the boardinghouse like a curse.
When her boarders started disappearing, a concerned social worker tipped
off police, who made a gruesome discovery: Seven bodies buried in the
garden.
Not long afterward, Puente appeared in court, accused of murdering her
tenants so she could steal their government benefit checks and buy herself
luxuries ranging from fancy clothes to a face lift.
This is a story of keeping up appearances. Dorothea Puente tried hard to
project a polished exterior with cosmetic surgery and tailored clothes. She
also projected herself as a upstanding member of Sacramento society, a
small-time socialite who gave to charity and rubbed elbows with second-tier
politicians.
No one suspected that the sweet-faced, grandmotherly Puente was
systematically drugging and killing her frail boarders and burying their
remains in the yard she so lovingly tended. With her careful exterior, she
got away with murder for years...
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sickly sweet and pungent. Everyone knew where it came from - the yard of
the pale blue Victorian at 1426 F Street, where Dorothea Puente rented out
rooms to elderly and infirm boarders.
During the summer it got so bad that some neighbors preferred to turn off
their air conditioners and suffer the blazing Delta heat rather than have the
fans suck the stench into their homes.
"The sewer's backed up," the 59-year-old boardinghouse mistress told
people when they complained. Other times she blamed rats rotting under
the floorboards or the fish emulsion she'd used to fertilize the garden.
She tried to blot out the fetor by dumping bags of lime and gallons of bleach
into the yard and spraying her parlor with lemon-scented air freshener when
guests dropped in. But no matter what she tried, the stench refused to
fade; it clung to the boardinghouse like a curse.
When her boarders started disappearing, a concerned social worker tipped
off police, who made a gruesome discovery: Seven bodies buried in the
garden.
Not long afterward, Puente appeared in court, accused of murdering her
tenants so she could steal their government benefit checks and buy herself
luxuries ranging from fancy clothes to a face lift.
This is a story of keeping up appearances. Dorothea Puente tried hard to
project a polished exterior with cosmetic surgery and tailored clothes. She
also projected herself as a upstanding member of Sacramento society, a
small-time socialite who gave to charity and rubbed elbows with second-tier
politicians.
No one suspected that the sweet-faced, grandmotherly Puente was
systematically drugging and killing her frail boarders and burying their
remains in the yard she so lovingly tended. With her careful exterior, she
got away with murder for years...
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"Stuck in a Stupid Canoe"
http://www.bootsnall.com/travelstories/africa/jul01canoe.shtml
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| Victoria Falls |
"You Said......"
http://www.lovestories.com/content.php?sid=56171
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| Hrtbrker |
You said you would never leave me
But now I see that was a lie
You said you would never hurt me
But baby you made me cry
Yes the tears are rolling
Freshly down my face
You told me you loved me
And no one would ever take my place
Now here you stand
Right before my hazel eyes
With another girl
To fill with all your lies
My heart is breaking
My blood has ran cold
My eyes are closed tightly
My legs have begun to fold
After all these years
And all the pain
You have left me here
With nothing to gain
But I'm a survivor
Baby you know that I'm strong
And one of these days
You'll realize that you were wrong
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But now I see that was a lie
You said you would never hurt me
But baby you made me cry
Yes the tears are rolling
Freshly down my face
You told me you loved me
And no one would ever take my place
Now here you stand
Right before my hazel eyes
With another girl
To fill with all your lies
My heart is breaking
My blood has ran cold
My eyes are closed tightly
My legs have begun to fold
After all these years
And all the pain
You have left me here
With nothing to gain
But I'm a survivor
Baby you know that I'm strong
And one of these days
You'll realize that you were wrong
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| "Ludwig von Mises" http://www.lewrockwell.com/rockwell/speech-antiwar.html http://antiwar.com/viewpoints.php |
| Ludwig T Shirt |
"Whether such a system of social security is a good or a bad policy is essentially a
political problem. One may try to justify it by declaring that the wage earners lack the
insight and the moral strength to provide spontaneously for their own future. But
then it is not easy to silence the voices of those who ask whether it is not paradoxical
to entrust the nation's welfare to the decisions of voters whom the law itself considers
incapable of managing their own affairs; whether it is not absurd to make those people
supreme in the conduct of government who are manifestly in need of a guardian to
prevent them from spending their own income foolishly." -
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political problem. One may try to justify it by declaring that the wage earners lack the
insight and the moral strength to provide spontaneously for their own future. But
then it is not easy to silence the voices of those who ask whether it is not paradoxical
to entrust the nation's welfare to the decisions of voters whom the law itself considers
incapable of managing their own affairs; whether it is not absurd to make those people
supreme in the conduct of government who are manifestly in need of a guardian to
prevent them from spending their own income foolishly." -
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"Chicken and Almond Salad with Lemon Mayonnaise"
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| Chicken and Almond Salad with Lemon Mayonnaise |
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