A HUGE hit! Served with Tomato sambal and toasted pita. CURRIED CHICKEN AND GRAPE SALAD serves 6 3 cups diced cooked chicken 1 1/2 cup thinly sliced celery 1 cup green grapes 2 Tbsp. lemon juice 1 1/4 tsp. salt 1/4 tsp. black pepper 1 1/2 tsp. curry powder (use the best sweet curry you can
As you’ll see, I changed the recipe just a bit. We still have a lot of cherry tomatoes so I halved those, and added some cucumber. And I adjusted the quantities. It is absolutely delicious. The recipe says, “This goes great with curried dishes.” And indeed it does! TOMATO SAMBAL serves 12 6 ripe tomatoes,
Supper was awesome if I do say myself.
You know what pisses me off most about this shit? Excuse my language. It’s that Mr. Big Food, Daughter C, The J-Man, and I and everyone else that we are associated with actually know what the hell we are doing and we are having to ask for permission to do what we know how to
I am not one to criticize local custom but, c’mon, man. Six inches is not enough. It has been so hot for so long that the cold water coming out of the “city” water pipes is warm enough to take a bath in on a cool Autumn day. The folks in charge really should think
“Marica?” “Yes, Missy.” “Ruff.” “I think I need a time line.” “You ‘n me both, Missy. What time are you interested in? Sorry. In what time are you interested?” “Roman Empire or there abouts.” “Oh Good Christ!” “Ruuuuffff!!!” “ohmy goodness!! arewegoing to read about the oh no. i cannot process this. are we i need
Up at Instapundit this morning. This issue is– or rather is supposed to be– that Excel changes the formatting of gene name abbreviates: You see, genes are often referred to in scientific literature by symbols — essentially shortened versions of full gene names. The gene “Septin 2” is typically shortened as SEPT2. Excel recognizes “Sept2” as
Remember absolute values? +/- Recall that if error has a direction, something is seriously wrong. ~~ “Marica?” “Yes, Missy.” “ruff?” “Are you well?” “I think so, Missy. But I cannot be sure, give or take.” “ruff?” “I know, I know.” ~~ Sorry. I’ve gotten sucked into derivative Greek stuff. We’ve been eating well.
“This means you can make The Friends of The Library Book Sale held every first Monday of the Month unless the first Monday is a holiday in which case it’s held the second Monday of the Month which is the case in September 2016. But your flight out isn’t until … scrolling down… 6:30pm so
but instead I’m wandering around the World Wide Web. The story of the Melungeons is at once a footnote to the history of race in America and a timely parable of it. They bear witness to the horrors and legacy of segregation, but also to the overlooked complexity of the early colonial era. They suggest
It’s not your fault. It’s not personal. You have a job. I hope you can keep it. But nothing you can say– nothing you can offer– will persuade me to stay with DirecTV. Can’t be done. Have a nice day, Marica ~~ DirecTV/AT&T decided it/they didn’t want to renew its/their contract with our local ABC
“Marica?” “Oh, hey, Missy! What’s up?” “Ruff?” “Not much, Marica. Just thinkin’.” “ruff.” “Thinkin’ about what, Missy?” “ruff?” “Not much, Marica.” “Ruff.”
Belatedly but happily posting this. There was a celebration here on The Farm yesterday! It was Jordan’s birthday!! There was cake. It was good. (At some point you just have to let the adjective work for itself. We all know there are varying degrees of good. The Farm has its own standards of The Good.
It was Friday’s supper after we got back home from A&S Happy Hour. Mr. Big Food promoted it as “Impromptu” supper and Daughter C took exception based on the definition of the word, “impromptu.” But the food was good.
“We are now entering the Age of Stupid. How did our voters become so credulous?” That’s the headline here. Read it again: “our voters.” American and British politicians at the highest level appear to be engaged in a competition to see who can utter the most defiantly ill-informed, aggressively ignorant statements about precisely the issues
In a different world, my little blog would have a readership. And when I wanted something to happen, I would post it on my blog and bingo-bamo people would be tripping over themselves to contribute. That friend of Instapundit’s InstaDaughter did alright. She got way more than the 5K she asked for. You may not
The shameful display of naked partisanship by the elite media is unlike anything seen in modern America. Maybe I just haven’t had enough coffee yet, but just what the heck is “modern America?” The country is … 2016 -1776… only 240 years old. Like, if we were talking about “modern philosophy” we’d be talking about
Via Powerline’s The Week in Pictures Neither words nor pictures describe what flooding is really like. If you haven’t seen it– or lived through it– you can’t really know. That said, if you’re interested keeping up with what’s happening on the ground in Louisiana, may I suggest you follow along with Rod Dreher’s life. Dreher
Via Powerline’s The Week in Pictures
Via Powerline’s The Week in Pictures