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I will warn you that these suckers are heavy—they are made of enameled cast iron—so the shoulders and the traps get a real workout having to lift them, to and fro; and it is a real chore when it comes time to clean them too. Washing these behemoths in the first place is bad enough, but in a cramped little sink is a total bummer!
We have a large collection, from small to really big, with the biggest pot, a 15-quart “Goose Pot” or “French Oven,” weighing in at 25.5 pounds. The lid alone weighs 7-pounds. Phew!
Recently, I braised pot roast in the oven—three hefty pieces of melt-in-your-mouth... (more)
This Wellington burger is made with home-ground boneless beef rib meat (one of the tastiest cuts around), and ground a second time with white truffle butter and black truffle mousse-pâté. Lastly, it is shaped, fried and wrapped in delicious, flaky puff pastry. The burger is unbelievably tender and so, so flavorful. It is absolute yumminess!
Come; take a comfortable seat at our cozy table. Dinner is served!
Recipe makes 7 1/3-pound puff pastry wrapped patties (but you can make your burger patties bigger or smaller to your personal preference).
STEPS 1 (grinding meat):... (more)
There is a fine line when attempting to tell the truth mingled with “a little white lie;” a little white lie still tells an “honest lie.” And there are “honest” people that lying has become second nature to. Lying is their first language.
“Fool me once, shame on you! Fool me twice shame on me!” Fool me a third time, shockingly, how stupid am I? Well, let’s not talk about it. It’s not that some of us are gullible, but in our defense some of us just want to believe the best in people; to believe they’ll change, that they’ll turn a new leaf…because some of us have a big heart. Or maybe... (more)
Since I was a small child in Managua, Nicaragua, where I was born, I have always loved pork. And though I only spent a few short years of my life there, I still carry vivid memories of my childhood foods, foods my mother took part in cooking. Like preparing a whole pig for roasting in a pit, and slow cooked all day. It began in the very early morning hours. The pig, already slaughtered and cleaned, was well seasoned, inside and out, and dressed: the cavity stuffed with aromatics such as oranges, apples, onions, garlic. The roasted pig, perfectly golden, was presented on a wooden plank, encircled... (more)
“You’re not making your usual chicken pot pie?” If it isn’t broke why fix it! “You’re adding CURRY? I don’t like curry!” Oh, my, but that’s awfully yellow. Do you think you’ve used too much curry? “I don’t really care for pot pies....”
In the end, they all turned like a spatula! I made sure that all that complained and worried ate every single word of negativity towards a dish they had no choice but rave about.
Talk about taking flavors to the limit; within this recipe are layers upon layers of flavors—flavors infused and intermingled. Imagine: the climax, crescendo, of a loud... (more)
I will set a cozy table for two. I will lay out my finest lace and china. We will sit shaded beneath a large weeping willow, surrounded by a fragrant wall of Antique pink and white roses. I will serve Him my best cup of tea and bake my most excellent cake, because God and I have much to talk about, so much of family and life to discuss.
Suddenly my heart leaps with unimaginable joy when I know that He has arrived. His magnificence is pure brilliance, and my happiness I can barely contain. I am in awe of His presence, thrilled that He has accepted my invitation to tea and conversation.... (more)
Their symptoms are just as real as what women go through in “menopause”, and “andropause” is just as taboo, if not more so. Talking about ones change of life, be they male or female, and all its myriad issues, is by far the most difficult conversation to have, even among [close] couples that have been married many years.
The symptoms of Andropause experienced by men will vary: decreased energy and libido (lack of interest in sex and/or erectile dysfunction due to low testosterone levels) obvious muscle aches, not able to get a good night’s sleep, and, yes, even hot flashes, night sweats... (more)
When my heart was troubled and I felt discouraged with how my life was going, I’d sing this song, and it brought immediate comfort to me. Today, when I am afraid, when I am confused, I will sing, lifting my voice to Him in praise, and my spirit calms. That is when I am reminded that I am not alone. He is and always has been a “light unto my path.”
For many years I treaded roads ill-chosen, roads that lead me nowhere. But when I finally made the choice to stand still and listen, I began to travel roads that only God would have wanted me to travel. Though reluctantly at first, I did give... (more)
So I was going to show my parents that I could make my own decisions. I was also lured by the Army’s commercials; I wanted to travel and see the world while serving my country. So one day I marched into a recruiting office and proudly declared I wanted to join the Army! That day I met a woman—an extremely tall and beautiful African-American—Sergeant Noble Fields, who saw in me a “troubled child.” We made a connection, and she took me under her wing.
I was still not sixteen and could not join the Army, and I would still need my parents consent. Sergeant Fields offered to keep me busy... (more)
I trained at home and at our local gym. Desperately wanting to get back into some-kind of decent shape, I began following the female body-building world, I read magazines, watched ESPN’s broadcasts of competitions, and even attended local competitions where I got to see beautiful Marjo Selin and Charla Sedacca (known for her awesome biceps). Well, I caught the fever; I wanted to be a bodybuilder. I was hooked.
I bought and read anything and everything on bodybuilding, anything I could get my hands on. I even plastered posters of male and female bodybuilders in my garage—surrounding myself... (more)