Friday, June 26, 2009
Sunday, June 21, 2009
Friday, June 19, 2009
Wednesday, June 17, 2009
A brief cure in salt and sugar not only adds flavor to the shrimp and makes them more tender, but also acts as a mild preservative for transporting them. You can assemble the skewers through step 2 up to 1 day ahead; cover and chill. Makes 6 to 8 servings.
2 Tablespoons kosher salt
2 Tablespoons sugar
2 to 2½ pounds peeled, deveined shrimp (12 to 15 per lb) rinsed and drained
¼ cup olive oil
¼ cup chopped parsley, fresh
1 Tablespoon grated lemon peel
2 or 3 cloves garlic, peeled and minced
½ teaspoon fresh-ground pepper
1. In a bowl, mix salt and sugar. Add shrimp and stir gently to coat. Cover and chill 45 minutes to 1 hour. Rinse shrimp well and drain; also rinse and dry bowl.
2. Return shrimp to bowl. Add olive oil, parsley, lemon peel, garlic and pepper. Mix to coat. Thread shrimp on metal or soaked wooden skewers, running skewer through the body once near the tail and once near the head of each ship so it looks like the letter C.
3. Lay shrimp skewers on an oiled barbecue grill over hot coals or high heat on a gas grill (you can hold your hand at grill level only 2 or 3 seconds); close the lid on gas grill. Cook, turning once, until shrimp are bright pink and opaque but still moist-looking in center of thickest part (cut to test), 5 to 6 minutes total. Serve with lemon wedges to squeeze over shrimp.
Per serving: 161 cal, 8.3 g fat, 0.2 g fiber.
Tuesday, June 16, 2009
The video came in second place. When they showed it, everyone in the room was awe-struck and broke into spontaneous applause.
Listen to the words as she reads them, and then listen to how they change when she reads them again ...
I hope you are as moved by this as I was.
Saturday, June 13, 2009
The Last Coyote is the fourth book in the series. Amazingly enough, these books just keep getting better and better.
Detective Bosch, on involuntary suspension for accosting his commanding officer, decides to tackle a case that has been spoken of in all the previous novels: his mother's murder. As he probes and delves into the mystery that his entire life has been based on, the narrative is interspersed with his sessions with a psychiatrist that reveal more and more of the what makes this fascinating character tick.
We are all products of our parents, whether they are with us or not, and as you read this book you cannot help but question some of the situations/events in your own background that may have led you to this point in your own life. It's a fabulous novel.
Connelly, a former reporter for the L.A. Times covering the police beat, knows his stuff. His writing is tight, clever, and riveting. Some of the events and language is tough, but fitting in the situations not just there for shock value. He is one of the best writers I have ever read; I would put him up there with Marcia Muller in the detective/mystery genre.
I'm so glad I discovered this writer. I'm looking forward to reading the rest of the Harry Bosch novels as well as other books Michael Connelly has written. If you decide to try him, I can guarantee you won't be disappointed.
Friday, June 12, 2009
I want to drive up in a station wagon that has mud on the wheels from taking kids to scout camp.
I want to be there with grass stains on my shoes from mowing Sister Schenck’s lawn.
I want to be there with a smudge of peanut butter on my shirt from making sandwiches for a sick neighbor’s children.
I want to be there with a little dirt under my fingernails from helping to weed someone’s garden.
I want to be there with children’s sticky kisses on my cheeks and tears of a friend on my shoulder.
I want the Lord to know I was really here and that I really lived.
Thursday, June 11, 2009
It's been in the shop all week, and we have been dealing with one car. But, since Stan work's swing shift he has to leave at 2:15 in the afternoon and doesn't get back until close to midnight. This leaves us without transportation every afternoon and evening.
Not so bad, you might say, but AJ has been dealing with a nasty cold, and now it looks like he might have bronchitis. We have no way to get him to the doctor until tomorrow morning when he is supposed to be at work, and in the meantime he is coughing so hard it makes my chest hurt!
Just now Kevin came and showed me how the barber cut a mole when cutting his hair a couple of days ago, and now that mole is bleeding and painful. Again, no way to get to the doctor until tomorrow morning. When it rains, as we know in Colorado, it very often hails!
What I'd like to know is, how did people get along with only one car back in the day? I feel completely stuck and frustrated. Ah well .... at least I have the luxury of complaining about such things, right?
Tuesday, June 9, 2009
1 can cut green beans, drained
1 can wax beans, drained
1 can kidney beans, drained
1 cup diced sweet, white onion
3 or 4 Tablespoons diced green pepper
½ cup vegetable oil
1 cup vinegar
1 cup sugar
Combine salad ingredients in a large bowl.
Combine dressing ingredients in medium saucepan. Bring to a boil, and boil for two minutes. Pour over salad, and gently mix together.
Cover, and chill overnight in refrigerator.
Friday, June 5, 2009
Ursula K. LeGuin
Wednesday, June 3, 2009
Before his death in 1967 he wrote down his personal history, which is something I treasure. We have kept it with his own spelling and grammar to keep the tone of his voice. The following is from his writings, which he called "A Lesson in Honesty." It is a sweet story. I can just picture that little boy and the man who taught him a lesson that he never forgot. I never have either .......
My next job was working for an elderly Gentleman who operated A candy manufacturing store, who would sell his candy to little stores in the City. My job was to clean up pot and pans and make Deliveries. (Do you know how a stick of candy look to a young boy?) One while getting ready to make deliveries while He was busy with the orders, and he was not looking I sneaked a piece of stick in my pocket.
I nearly out of the door when He yelled out, that could have been heard all oer the city. “Come here.” “Take that candy out of your pocket.” The look he gave me, as I handed over the candy, “now get on your way with the deliveries.” My Conscience had me worried or call it the still small voice, all the way, Why did you, You’l loose your job and your mother need what help you an give her; And son be honest, you will get a whipping when you get back to the store. And realy I don’t know all that whent through my mind. Well the deliveries was made and go back I must no matter what the out come may be.
As I enter he said come back here in the back of the building sit down is voice was gentle and calm. He said “Son do you know that honest is one of the greatest factor in a mans life, there is nothing matter as much as being honest you character is based on it. Did you ever think to have ask me for a piece of candy.” After a few more minute he talk to me. He said now let get buisy and clean up. As the time for me to go home He handed me a sack to take home. And in it there was a stick candy for each of us. Many of the time I see the picture as I take that candy out of my pocket I can see him. One of the many Hero’s in my life that taught me a lesson I have never forgot.