More-than-a-disease

Country Creamed Spinach Ingredients: 2-3 strips of fatty bacon (the cheap American stuff) sliced in thin strips Bulgarian style (full fat) buttermilk no more than 1/4 cup Italian seasoned bread crumbs 1 can spinach or comparable amount fresh and 1 ladle full of vegetable stock from "It's Cold Outside Chicken Soup" 2 cloves garlic diced Pinch of Kosher Salt and generous amounts of black pepper Mirepoix: 1 large carrot (washed not peeled) diced Half a yellow onion diced 1 full stalk of celery diced 1) In large pan, brown the bacon and remove from pan leaving the drippings 2) Lower the heat of pan to Low or Medium-Low range 3) Coo

Two Recipes from this week that were worth sharing: Chicken Soup Start making a vegetable stock using: One yellow onion One green bell pepper 2 large or 3 small carrots washed but not peeled 1 Caribe Pepper 1 tsp kosher salt Half a bunch of fresh Parsley Enough water to cover cook until carrots are tender. Separate liquids from solids via strainer into a large bowl or medium pan. With a large spoon, press out any liquids retained by the solid material. Scrape off any non-fibrous material and add to the soup. This does take some time. It works best if not all the solids are pressed at once. It will take even longer time. Add stoc

"Be with me" Said the looking glass to the sea "Oh, How I so long to see" "what wonders lie in dark and deep." "How I long to be beneath" "And evermore lie with thee." The Siren call of Sea did fall upon his ears with ecstasy. He'd fly from cliff to loving lips to wave - the loving kiss of Sea. He found his home among the stones. Said sea "never have I loved thee."

1. It's six twenty two in the morning. I'm in the cold subway station on a ribbed steel bench with my head against the concrete and my feet propped up in their unlaced sneakers that have no brand, because I'm a thrifty person, not pretentious enough to be bothered by used clothing. My spiral notebook is pressed against my knees. I write with my left hand and it bothers the woman next to me, even though my elbow hasn't hit her. Her lips are pressed together into a thin line, sitting upright and stiff, with hawk eyes and hawk hands and a hawk nose. If she were writing to someone like you, she wouldn't look so hollow. 2. I have a tutor for math