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I just diluted my turkey stock with vegetables in a huge pot and ladled it into one gallon containers and froze them.
I also froze the cooked Chianti pork chops. I also froze the RI sourdough party pizza I made. I learned to cook and bake in restaurants. 12 pies, 6 gallons of chili. Etc. Thank God I have freezer space.
Want to Really Make America Great Again? Stop Reading the News
Stop watching cable news, it’s bad for you.
Stop filtering the world through social media, it’s a cesspool.
Turn off those breaking news alerts on your phone — none of them are as important as you think.
But isn’t it my responsibility to be an informed citizen?
Absolutely.
The problem is, we’ve fooled ourselves into thinking that endless news consumption is how you stay “informed”.
About 15 years ago, I made an abrupt turn in my life. Souring on the marketing world, I wrote Trust Me, I’m Lying, a book about media manipulation. Although a lot has changed since it came out in 2012 (and a lot has changed since the updated edition in 2017), it’s alarming how relevant the book continues to be. It was, if anything, ahead of its time. Today, we are awash not just with fake news but with too much news, period. Too much information. Too much noise.
I had a few aims with that book but one of my hopes was that when people saw how the sausage was made, they would eat a lot less sausage (and certainly less factory-farmed sausage).
Yet here we are — across the political spectrum — consuming way too much of it. No wonder we’re miserable! No wonder we’re overwhelmed. No wonder we’re easier to manipulate than ever.
In some countries, like Finland, they teach kids media literacy and how to spot propaganda (largely due to their border with Russia). But the rest of the world? We’re just not equipped for the environment we are in.
And that’s my argument today: If you want to make a positive difference in the world — or simply maintain your sanity — you need to step back. You need to learn how to be more philosophical — which means being more discerning about what you let into your mind and learning how to see the big picture, calmly and with perspective.
As I said, being informed is essential. The problem is that breaking news isn’t about informing you. It’s about grabbing and holding your attention — news that is, by definition, not the complete story. It is almost certainly going to be changed as events unfold. George S. Trow observed this decades ago: “Notice that the news is…
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Assess the Damage: Are these friends just annoying, or are they actually abusive?
Set Boundaries: Start setting firmer boundaries. See who respects them and who leaves.
Shift Your Focus: Focus on your own personal growth, hobbies, and goals rather than trying to fix or manage your friends' drama.
Find New People: It is okay to let friendships drift away if they are no longer healthy.
I remember you, you found my wallet., he said. Don't you remember?
Oh yes, I do.
I find everything in the street.
I found your landlords keys, I found a wallet in my bushes, yours I found on the stairs.
You name it I have found one! LOL Puppies, cars, people, spoons pots and pans, clothes, hats, like I said you name it. I have found one on the street. My car! my husband!
You have beautiful blue eyes.
I heard red heads with blue eyes are going extinct, he said.
Are you left handed? I asked.
Yes I am.
I am too! My grandfather was a red head So I am in the blue-eyed, red head lefty category too.
Left handed red heads are not uncommon. Do you live on this street?
Yes I live next to the store, for 20 years.
What's your name, I am Emily.
My name is Paul.
I've lived on this side of the store for 30 years.
You beat me!
I lived on Harris Ave for 20 years before this, he said
We're supposed to get 2 feet of Snow on Sunday.
Oh Good! I love to shovel, I said.
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Riding the MARC train to Baltimore a day before last week's blizzard, I overheard two older women reminiscing about snow cream. I hadn't thought about it in years, but a murky memory surfaced of crumbly, sweetened snow accompanied by supreme excitement. It is a child's winter novelty, the stuff of snow days, reloading after a snowball fight and impatiently watching flakes accumulate in a bowl my mother had set outside.
Making snow cream couldn't be simpler: Mix together freshly fallen snow; milk, cream, or condensed milk; sugar; and vanilla. (Some recipes call for the addition of whole raw eggs, making the snow cream custardy.) This homemade cousin of slushies, shaved ice and sorbet might not dazzle the palate, but it is a low-budget, traditional treat of the Mid-Atlantic.
Snow cream probably is cherished in this region because snowstorms here are rare and thrilling events (though Snowmaggedon might have forever changed that). North Carolinians, in particular, seem to have a rich tradition of making snow cream: A recent request for recipes from a Raleigh news station prompted 23 responses. The recipes were largely similar, with the occasional variation, such as the addition of vanilla pudding.
Chloe Tuttle, an innkeeper in Williamston, N.C., a town that's lucky to get one snowfall a year, considers snow cream a peak pleasure of the winter season.
"As a child we would freeze big buckets of the stuff and eat it all through the year," Tuttle says. Her mother's recipe called for whole cream and "soft snow, the stuff you find after you scrape off the crusty top."
Beyond snow cream, snow has inspired confectioners for centuries.
Jeri Quinzio, author of "Of Sugar and Snow: A History of Ice Cream Making," says the first people who made ice cream used snow to freeze the cream. The Chinese, Iraqis and Persians might have been tinkering with various combinations of snow, ice and sweeteners for millennia. Meanwhile, cream-based desserts called snows were quite fashionable in Europe: In the 15th and 16th centuries, the French and British elites indulged in snow desserts heavy on cream and stabilized with egg whites, Quinzio says. A British recipe for "snow creams" from 1672 calls for a spoonful or two of rosewater to flavor the whipped mound.
In the 17th century, Quinzio notes, members of the Neapolitan aristocracy sent their servants into the Alps laden with large chests to collect snow, which was then soaked in wine and decorated with fruit and fennel.
Back in the New World, Native Americans were sweetening snow with maple sugar, according to a history of candy written by Ruth Freeman Swain. And Canadians say they have long poured hot maple syrup onto snow to create sticky maple toffee.
Over time, various regions of the United States developed their own combinations of sugar and ice, some of it unrelated to snow. In Hawaii's shave ice and New Orleans' snoballs, fruit-flavored syrups with a walloping concentration of sugar are the sweetener of choice.
Washington cookbook author and pastry chef David Guas says the snoball earned its place among New Orleans' culinary traditions during the Great Depression, when the Hansen family developed a machine to thinly and cleanly shave large blocks of ice, a naturally refreshing diversion from the heat. Today a variety of snoball stands in New Orleans compete for customers, each boasting ice as thin as paper, gilded with the freshest, most creative syrup flavors.
Guas, author of "Damgoodsweet," about New Orleans desserts, says he has ordered a customized ice-shaving machine that he hopes to use at a future bakery in Northern Virginia. In the meantime, he says, he is unlikely to use snow because the texture can't compete with the lightness of shaved ice. But for home cooks who'd like to experiment with a Washington-New Orleans snoball hybrid made with local snow, Guas recommends an all-natural syrup made from frozen fruit, such as strawberry, raspberry or blueberry.
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"I put the fruit in a heatproof bowl, add sugar and cover with Saran wrap," Guas says. "Then I place it over a double boiler on low heat to draw all the juice, and it mixes with sugar and makes wonderful flavored syrup with an intense berry flavor."
But back to snow cream, and eavesdropping on the MARC. The two women I heard talking about it had raised a key question: Is the snow today worthy of snow cream? In other words, is it a good idea to make snow cream in an age of air pollution and excessive urban grit?
To answer the question, I conducted a thoroughly unscientific study and then consulted a few experts on snow quality and environmental health. First, I collected four samples of snow in plastic bags from sites near my home in Columbia Heights, melted them and checked for visible particles. Aside from a few tiny whitish blobs, the melted snow looked clean enough (though it did have a slight chemical taste).
David Arnold, acting director of the regional air protection division of the Environmental Protection Agency, says snow could pick up particles, byproducts of the combustion fossil fuels from power plants or vehicles, on its way to Earth.
"Sulfate or nitrate particles might give it a weird taste," Arnold says. "But they're usually in low concentrations. We worry about inhaling them but not ingesting them." The EPA does caution that melted snow should not be substituted for drinking water and that snow should not be consumed in large quantities.
John Groopman, professor of environmental health sciences at Johns Hopkins School of Public Health, frowns on eating snow because of what the snow might pick up on the ground. "You would not drink from a water puddle on the sidewalk, so why would you want to eat snow from the same source?" Groopman asks.
Yet big snowstorms do yield snowdrifts reaching far above the street. And some snow cream devotees contend that the snow gets cleaner the longer it snows. Experts say there could be some truth to that idea.
Russell Dickerson, professor of atmospheric and oceanic science at the University of Maryland, College Park, says the first few inches of falling snow capture most of the pollutants in the air, and anything falling after that should be clean. Moreover, he says, if a snowstorm keeps vehicles off the road, that means lower emissions to pollute the air and snow.
If that's the case, and we keep getting pounded by blizzards, this may be the best winter in years for snow cream.
We have baby bats in our bushes and I love them. I see them at 4AM when I let my dog out to pee.
https://www.parksconservancy.org/park-e-ventures-article/when-day-fades-away-bats-come-out-play
I know so many women like my third Step-Mother Liz who think they are Doctors and call themselves pre-med because they studied BIOLOGY in college. Anyway coincidentally these women all hate doctors but pretend to BE THEM. I find this fascinating. My mother did this too.
For her it was a feminist thing. Fight the Patriarchy and fight all of the Doctors.
And coincidentally most of these same women HATE TO COOK and would rather drink or take food intravenously. It creeps me out.
I appreciate and respect a selection of hand picked highly recommended doctors but when I give medical advice I always precede it with I went to art school, check with your doctor. My experience has been bla bla, I am allergic to nearly everything and I react badly to rich or fried or fatty foods even olives and peanuts which I love. I have to eat them mixed with bland foods.
I love healthy nutrient dense foods of the world. Soul food of all nations!!
I love my body and I love to cook and feed and celebrate health. I love dancing swimming walking and celebrating my body.
I play music because I am too shy to sing. I love the human voice---opera and other singing.The accordion and the saxophone have been singing for me.
I despise alcohol and drug abuse even though I have compassion for the problem. I have ZERO patience for it. I have been the victim of dug and drink abusing family and friends.
Time is too short for me to put up with any of it now.
Lets drink Espresso and eat my home made Apple Pie.
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As a small child (two, three, four) I was obsessed with wearing my Danskin navy blue slacks and turtle neck. This was under the age of five. We had a yellow shag carpet in the living room. I marveled at the color contrast.
I remember watching my step father put on his tie pacing around the stair landing. This was our first house. An adorable black and white mini Tudor style on Knollwood Ave in Mamaroneck NY. The man who bought it illustrated one of the incarnations the Morton Salt logo.
My mother took the dark wood carved fireplace to our next house on Cooper Lane in Larchmont. And 30 years later when they sold that house she was told the fireplace was stripped out and in a pile in the garage. The new owners also painted over the wall to wall white tile kitchen. What was our mother doing snooping around their house?
My parents bought an 18th Century house in the Brookfields in 1975 and promptly destroyed it's best qualities, turning the most adorable farmer's bedroom into a walk in shower and carving up the wide floorboards by hiring a drunk to work on the house during the week. Then they began building walls to make more bedrooms upstairs and tearing down the back of the house to make a designer kitchen.
https://drjudyho.substack.com/p/why-small-shifts-in-relationships
Relational anxiety is one of the most common and least recognized forms of anxiety, in part because it rarely looks like panic or overt insecurity. Instead, it tends to show up as a persistent background vigilance in relationships that matter. You replay conversations after they end, monitor changes in tone or responsiveness, and feel a subtle unease when someone you care about is quieter or less expressive than usual. Nothing specific has happened, yet your body reacts as if something important might be at risk.
What makes this experience confusing is that it often coexists with high emotional intelligence and strong relational values. Many people who experience relational anxiety are thoughtful, empathetic, and capable of deep connection. They are not seeking constant reassurance so much as they are trying to understand where they stand. The anxiety isn’t about needing too much from others; it’s about struggling to tolerate relational ambiguity when cues feel unclear.
Because relational anxiety operates quietly, it is often misinterpreted as overthinking or self-doubt. In reality, it is the nervous system doing what it is designed to do: scanning for signals of safety or threat in close relationships. When those signals are ambiguous, the system fills in the gaps, usually with worst-case interpretations that feel urgent and uncomfortable.
From a psychological perspective, relational anxiety reflects a heightened sensitivity to connection combined with a low tolerance for uncertainty. Human beings are wired to monitor social bonds closely because they are essential for survival and emotional well-being. When relationships feel unpredictable, the brain increases vigilance in an attempt to regain a sense of control.
For some people, this vigilance becomes especially pronounced because of earlier experiences that required them to be emotionally attuned to others in order to stay safe or connected. Growing up in environments where moods were unpredictable, communication was indirect, or connection felt conditional can train the nervous system to treat ambiguity as danger. Even in healthy adult relationships, this learned pattern can persist, activating anxiety when there is no actual threat.
Modern communication intensifies this dynamic. Text messages, delayed responses, and subtle shifts in digital tone create endless opportunities for interpretation without context. When your nervous system is already primed to scan for relational risk, these small gaps can feel disproportionately activating. The mind steps in to make meaning quickly, often generating assumptions that escalate anxiety rather than resolve it.
Importantly, relational anxiety is not a character flaw or a sign of emotional immaturity. It is a regulation issue, not an insecurity issue. The system is working overtime to create predictability, even when predictability isn’t immediately available.
Managing relational anxiety doesn’t require suppressing your sensitivity or forcing yourself to “care less.” Instead, it involves learning how to slow the nervous system enough to tolerate uncertainty without immediately trying to resolve it.
When you notice relational anxiety activating, try the following brief pause before taking action:
First, name what is actually happening in your body. Are you feeling tension, restlessness, urgency, or a pull to reach out? Simply labeling the sensation can reduce its intensity by bringing awareness back into the present moment.
Next, separate information from assumption. Ask yourself what you concretely know versus what your mind is predicting. For example, the information may be that someone hasn’t responded yet; the assumption may be that they are upset or pulling away. You don’t need to replace the assumption with a positive story—just recognize that it is a story.
Finally, give yourself permission to delay response. Relational anxiety often pushes for immediate action in order to reduce discomfort. Allowing even a short delay can teach your nervous system that uncertainty, while uncomfortable, is tolerable and not inherently dangerous.
Over time, practicing this pause helps shift the experience of relational anxiety from something that controls your behavior to something you can notice, regulate, and move through with greater steadiness.
Relational anxiety doesn’t mean you are too sensitive or too invested. It means your system values connection and reacts strongly when that connection feels unclear. With awareness and regulation, it’s possible to stay engaged in relationships without being consumed by them, and to care deeply without constantly scanning for what might go wrong.
If this resonates, you’re welcome to share in the comments what tends to activate relational anxiety for you—silence, distance, conflict, or ambiguity. I often use these reflections to shape future newsletters.
If you found this helpful, send it to someone who might struggle with relational anxiety.
Years ago we were invited to a Christmas Party but when it was time to leave our neighbor had selfishly blocked us in. There was a foot of snow on the ground! We had to run around the neighborhood to find her to get her to move her car. We called my friend Jen the host to tell her we'd be later than planned and how we were blocked in. I knew this was taken as a betrayal and she never invited us over again even though we showed up.
This was ironic because she always would call me to say she was on her way to my party and never show up. But that's besides the point. Jen was raised by an alcoholic. As an adult she had to be the Alpha always in control.
I have a sibling who did the same thing. I was on the way and I was stuck on 95 in a 3 hour traffic Jam because Bill Clinton and Martha Stewart were meeting in Connecticut and there was no way I could get to my sibling's house on time. I took an exit and called to say I would have to stay at a friends in New Haven and come by in the morning.
My sibling punished me severely over this for over 48 hours and perhaps still to this day.
35 years later I realize these two stories are identical. The wounded children were triggered and felt betrayed. It truly had nothing to do with me.
Actor Robert De Niro's father, Robert De Niro Sr., was a talented abstract expressionist painter who struggled with lack of recognition, depression, and his homosexuality, leading to estrangement from his son but also deep pride, themes explored in the documentary "Remembering the Artist: Robert De Niro, Sr.". While De Niro Sr. was a respected artist in his time, he felt overshadowed by his son's immense fame and struggled with feelings of jealousy, though he was also incredibly proud of Bobby, as chronicled in his journals read by the actor in the film.
Vocal warm ups on your way in, especially if you teach in a morning. I used to lose my voice every year until I was told to warm my voice up just like a singer. I started to do that and have never lost it since.
I call them the divorced dad glasses because I remember my biological father had them in his apartment and we put milk in one and set out chocolate Chips Ahoy cookies on a plate for Santa Claus. They're Manhattan Glasses, my husband said which makes them even more fitting since that memory took place in Manhattan apartment with his second of three wives. There was an upright piano and time magazine on the coffee table said Is God Dead?
A lot of high functioning ppl struggle healing bc they end up just sedating themselves. They stay moving & focused on goals so they don’t have to feel. The nervous system learns this pattern. In neuroscience this is called maladaptive regulation.
You’re not regulating your emotions. You’re outrunning it. The body can’t forget what the mind avoids. So you become functional but emotionally unavailable, successful but internally hollow. Disciplined but deeply disconnected.
This is why so many ppl struggle to understand the emotions of others, they’ve never even been honest with their own inner world. Self honesty is the first vulnerability & for many ppl it’s always been unsafe.
You’ll notice it in the subtleties: they don’t compliment easily, they don’t initiate emotionally, they keep everyone at arms length. They expect you to bend, soften, accommodate… while they stay rigid and protected.
They call it independence but it’s often emotional avoidance wearing a crown. Inside there’s an ongoing war. One part of them wants connection, intimacy, softness, love. Another part is terrified that slowing down will open a door they have spent a lifetime barricading.
So the inner wounds keep knocking & if they are not answered, they leak into work, relationships, ambition and into detachment. Eventually into avoidance of everyone & everything. This is where the void forms, an unfelt life.
A sense that something is missing but the can’t really name it. So people try to fill it with more goals, more money, more validation & more external distractions. The issue is that the void isn’t asking to be filled, it’s asking to be felt.
Healing is about sitting still without abandoning yourself. Let the discomfort speak without immediately silencing it. It’s about telling the truth internally before you can ever tell it to another person. This is why honest feels faster than effort.
When you confront yourself head on & allow grief to exist without trying to fix it, the nervous system recalibrates. The body releases stored emotions & the attachment systems soften. Suddenly intimacy doesn’t feel like danger.
Compliments won’t feel so exposing and initiating won’t feel like a loss of power. You stop letting others carry the emotions weight you refuse to touch. You see the life you are running towards can only meet you once you stop running from yourself.
When you choose presence over distraction, that void begins to close on its own.
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My earliest childhood memories are unpleasant. My mother attempting to extract feces from my body using a stick. In this case the stick was a thermometer. I was an infant. Not even a toddler. This set off a flurry of nightmares about DeeDee coming to take my DooDee our family word for feces.
There was a loose wire at my window that would whip and wake me and this caused me to wet my bed and my angry mother would throw me onto the guest couch and remake my bed. I remember her rage. I was little.
When I was three and a half I woke up with mercurochrome over my genitals. I was in the adult ward of the hospital in New York City on Christmas. My biological father 6 foot 4 inches tall was called out of hiding to walk me down the hall so I could pee in a bucket of warm water since everything down there burned.
Kindergarten, my tonsils taken out on New Years Eve. I remember the metal colander and ether covering my mouth and nose and that awful smell pumped into my face. My mother red lipsticked smiling walking backwards smiling and waving. That replayed in my head for decades. Then dots made everything disappear.
My sister hated me because my Aunt and Uncle brought me gifts. I was five.
When I was six I was in the hospital for the third surgery this was during summer vacation in Rye Hospital in NY. My mother was in heaven decorating my bed with pink and yellow and orange crepe paper flowers and sprayed on perfume. Then she bought me a book about a girl who gets her appendix out. My step-father bought me Abby Road vinyl Album by the Beatles.
My mother was trying to fix me up with a black girl with a broken leg at the hospital. I remember it hurt to laugh or stand up. Once again my sister hated me for all of the gifts and attention. The newspaper came and took my picture advertising a rocking chair donation. This newspaper clipping was kept for decades in our photo album. Not my participation in school plays or dance recitals because our parents never came to those.This was the cherished Hospital photos!
The role was cast as sick daughter. Even at the memorial for my Step Father the only picture of me was a hospital photo from age 6. Not my career or my awards as an illustrator and artist. Nope. This tribe want the sick child even to this day.
When a narcissist realizes they can’t control you, their next move is to try to hurt you by controlling the narrative. They twist stories, play the victim, and convince others that you’re the problem, all because they lost control of you. It’s a deliberate attempt to rewrite the truth through manipulation. Maryam
After trimming Romeo's nails we took a walk. Halfway through he walk I spotted drops of blood in the snow and wondered if he stepped on glass. It was one of the toenails clipped the quick. He never alerted me. By the time we were back home I was able to blot it with paper towels and a rubber band. And the bleeding stopped.
As I approached my car in the Bellingham Stop and Shop parking lot I saw a man bundled up sitting in the sun between his two thermal shopping bags. "You look like an Ice Fisherman" said. He smiled and said "I have two layers of long underwear on and two hats. "Me too," I said "That's the secret to enjoying winter!"
"It's a beautiful day!" he chimed in.
I love winter cold and sunshine! I added.
When I drove away I realized I recognized his voice. I knew him. I would've offered him the 4 block ride home but I knew he was waiting for his daughter.
He once told me, "I am lucky I have a wonderful daughter."
She's lucky to have a wonderful father, I thought.
He lives on Carter Ave, a few blocks away. I have seen him on my dog walks for years. He walks and alternates with little jogs and sometimes his sneakers make a flap flop sound. He doesn't always hear me when I say hello. He must be 88 years old. Love this guy.
Here are a few unusual red flags for malignant/covert narcissists…
1. Lengthy staring. Dark personalities/human predators do not experience discomfort in the same way as others because they don’t feel fear. They are therefore very comfortable with lengthy eye contact and often use staring as a positive influencing tactic. This could be eye staring or following you around a room. They also use lengthy staring as a means to intimidate, to make someone feel uncomfortable, to control.
2. Watching your hands as you speak. Human predators do not experience emotions because of brain anomalies (other than a pathological anger response). They therefore often look at people’s hand movements as they are speaking to try and understand what their emotional vulnerabilities are. When we speak of subjects we are more invested in we generally move our hands more in discussion. Human predators are always interested in our vulnerabilities in order to leverage these to cause us pain or harm when they choose.
3. Smirking. Dark personalities smirk out of an arrogant sense of ‘I have fooled them all and I am amazing’. They also smirk when they hurt someone because they find it deeply satisfying. The smirk can sometimes be just a tiny upward movement on one side of the mouth.
4. Charity. Human predators often engage with charities as part of their facade of being a good person. If a media story about a charity contains information about a person in relation to the charity that is a big red flag. People who are genuinely philanthropic rarely include much information if any about themselves in relation to charities they support. Human predators on the other hand use charities to promote themselves.
5. Peering. Where a situation might be difficult for a human predator to understand, for example a situation which might elicit a lot of emotion in other people, they may squint and lean forward almost as if studying the situation to try and understand it. 6. Housework. Oddly, there seems to be a trend that housework is not something many human predators are willing to do. Their strong sense of entitlement probably precludes it. They may therefore use intimidating behaviour around housework as a means to ‘train’ others to do it. I’m interested if you have had experience with any of these red flags….
Our parents were always on stage putting on a show to attract clients in their advertising business. The reality was we were isolated and didn't really have family love and harmony. We were fed by a maid for all of our meals and not tucked in at night.
We saw our step-father for a moment and then maybe a glimpse on a weekend until they purchased a country house when I was 15, and were gone every weekend to entertain clients. I was left home to water the plants. In Summer I was locked in the country house alone while carpenters rebuilt the kitchen. I was the mistreated dog.
They lived an air-brushed, retouched picture while the truth was, it was miserable and they hated each other.
My father couldn't save me from the horrible physical abuse by my crazy mother because according to her claims, I was her property. I was a leftover from her first divorce. She never healed. To her death. She stayed at age 16.
My mother's decision to take me to endless doctors to find violent cures for her imagined and projected diagnoses was the daily drama inflicted on me while my father was at work. I was her property and her obsession.
I was taken out of school every Wednesday afternoon starting at age 7.
Until one day November Thanksgiving weekend 1978 I walked away from the family. And never went back. Not even for her funeral.
The price of losing my family was well worth it.
I have a life
and now my body and mind are in tact.
She only took a few organs but had plans to take more.
A swimming pool that smells like burnt sugar, sweet maple syrup, or a heavy, stinging chemical odor is not a sign of "too much chlorine," but rather an indication of
“People forget that unless you are a Native American or were an enslaved person, probably someone in your family migrated one way or the other to this country,” she said.
https://www.bostonglobe.com/2024/05/23/metro/haiti-migrant-boston/
https://www.allrecipes.com/recipe/17662/fresh-semolina-and-egg-pasta/
Home Made Pasta Fresh Semolina and Egg Pasta
Nothing beats fresh semolina pasta, and this simple recipe is the best thing ever! You can make any style of pasta you like, from fettuccine to ravioli to lasagna.
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Updated on December 1, 2025 74 Prep Time: 30 mins Cook Time: 5 mins Additional Time: 30 mins Total Time: 1 hr 5 mins Servings: 8 Why You’ll Love This Recipe
Make homemade pasta by using simple pantry staples like all-purpose and semolina flour. Home cooks like that the pasta texture turns out smooth, easy to roll, and holds sauces well. Allrecipes member Haydee says, "The more you knead the smoother the dough becomes."
yields 8 servings 2 cups all-purpose flour 2 cups semolina flour 1 pinch salt 6 large eggs 2 tablespoons olive oil Directions Gather all ingredients.
Sift all-purpose flour, semolina flour, and a pinch of salt together in a large bowl. Make a mountain out of flour mixture on a clean surface; create a deep well in the center. Break eggs into the well and add olive oil. Whisk eggs very gently with a fork, gradually incorporating flour from the sides of the well. When mixture becomes too thick to mix with a fork, begin kneading with your hands. an overhead shot of eggs and semolina combining in a bowl with a fork
Knead dough until it is smooth and supple, 8 to 12 minutes, Dust dough and work surface with semolina as needed to keep dough from becoming sticky. Wrap dough tightly in plastic wrap; allow it to rest at room temperature for 30 minutes.
Roll out dough with a pasta machine or a rolling pin to desired thickness. Cut into your favorite style of noodle or stuff with your favorite filling to make ravioli. an overhead shot of pasta sheets cut into noodles
Bring a large pot of lightly salted water to a boil. Cook pasta in the boiling water until tender yet firm to the bite, 1 to 3 minutes (or longer depending on thickness). Drain immediately and toss with your favorite sauce.
Recipe Tip Semolina is a special variety of wheat flour available at health food stores and gourmet grocery stores.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pFLS1MTreGU
www.culturediscovery.com/recipes/name/pork-filet-in-chianti-wine-sauce/
I told my friend Donna that I cook everything in wine olive oil and garlic. Here's another example.
A Pork filet topped with a chianti pan sauce
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Massage filets with fresh garlic.
Warm some olive oil and sear until browned, sealing in the meat’s juices. Do not pierce with fork.
Add a few fresh rosemary twigs and a couple of garlic cloves
Pour in wine, add aromatic seasonings and salt, cover and cook until meat is slightly pink in the center.
Slice finished roast, and place on a serving dish, topped with warm juices from the pot.
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A short post. Today doesn’t seem like a day for charts and number-crunching. I had never heard the term “sundowning” before it happened to my own father, yet it’s a fairly common syndrome. In his last few months my father remained lucid and rational — remained himself — during daylight hours. Once the sun went down he deteriorated, becoming confused, paranoid and aggressive. It’s terrible to watch sundowning in someone you love. But that’s a personal tragedy – not a national or global one. It’s an entirely different matter when the president of the United States is sundowning — a president surrounded by malign sycophants who tell him whatever he wants to hear and indulge his every whim, no matter how destructive. For good reasons, it’s normally bad practice to pronounce on someone’s mental health from afar. Some of us still remember when right-wing pundits liked to call anyone critical of George W. Bush mentally ill. But after reading the letter that Trump just sent to the prime minister of Norway (Jonas Gahr Støre has confirmed that it’s genuine) there should be no doubt that we have a president who is suffering a real detachment from reality:
This might not exactly be sundowning, since it’s not clear that Trump is lucid and rational at any time of the day. What is incontrovertible is that he’s deeply unwell and rapidly getting sicker. In fact, Trump is so deeply unwell that it’s time to stop blaming him for all the terrible things he’s doing. He is what he is. Responsibility for the catastrophe overtaking America now rests with his enablers — people who have to know that he’s a sick man but continue to support his depredations. Some of these enablers are monsters themselves. For example, Stephen Miller, Trump’s immigration czar and the architect of his violent ethnic cleansing policies, is clearly a fanatic who is using Trump to achieve his own fascist goals. However, many of Trump’s enablers aren’t fanatics, just amoral opportunists. Scott Bessent, the Treasury Secretary, clearly understands how destructive Trump’s actions are, evidenced by the fact that he has at times tried to tone them down. But for some inexplicable reason, Bessent has decided to sell his soul to Trump. And then there are those who revel in the reflected glory, who are such utter narcissists that they’re willing to destroy this country in return for the limelight and perks. In that camp we can find Pete Hegseth with his Pentagon makeup studio, who is purging the finest officers in the military; Kristi Noem with her Barbie-in-a-10-gallon-hat act, who positively gushes while calling a murdered mother a terrorist; and Kash Patel, who thinks its fine to fly on an FBI jet to watch his girlfriend sing while overseeing the debasement and corruption of the FBI. And what can we say about the cowardly Republicans in Congress, who are still sustaining Trump even though many of them – perhaps most of them – are privately appalled by his behavior? It would take just eight of these people — four Republican senators and four Republican House members — to switch sides and caucus with the Democrats to end G.O.P. control of Congress and eliminate much of Trump’s power. But taking such a step would mean risking Trump’s wrath by standing up and acting like patriots, rather than knuckling down and averting their eyes as Trump descends into madness. How did a great, sophisticated nation, one of the world’s longest-standing republics, end up so fragile that it can be undone by one man’s dementia? That’s an important question, the answer to which I believe lies in the straight line from Bush vs Gore and the Roberts Supreme Court, to January 6th, to the execution of Renee Good. However, what’s more important is that we realize where we are right now, that we don’t try to sugarcoat and sanewash what’s happening: A petulant, violent and deranged individual is running America. |
