4 boneless skinless chicken breasts1 tablespoon dried basilpepper to taste2 tablespoons soy sauce2 tablespoons lemon juice 2 tablespoons vegetable oil Slice the chicken into 2-inch long strips about 1/2 inch wide. Pat with basil and pepper onto chicken. In a bowl, combine soy sauce, lemon juice, and oil. Add chicken, stirring to coat well. Place slices in a single layer on a foil-lined broiler rack. Let rest for 5 minutes. Broil chicken 4 inches from heat for 4 to 5…
(This was a favourite of Douglas Fairbanks and Mary Pickford while dining in Alfredo’s in Rome. It was served with a gold fork and spoon. In the thirteenth century it was known as lagano cum caseo.) 1/4 pound Parmesan cheese (about 1 cup grated)1 pound fettuccine1 1/2 cups heavy cream 4 tablespoons butter pepper Makes four servings
Last night Sandy and I went for a short walk. We ended up at a small footbridge near our house. The footbridge spans a small creek that is lined with tall prairie grasses and flowers. It is home to some small amphibians, ducks, and some rumoured muskrats. The bridge itself is quite nice with a lovely arch to it and at night it is softly lit with some small lights along the handrails. Not too far away the creek is…
Last Saturday I walked out to the in-law’s farm. I took a city bus to the outskirts of town, then brace with a fine cup of co!ee I set o! for the farm. You notice a lot more of your surroundings when you walk as compared to when you drive. I was a bit surprised by some of the cool and interesting things I saw along the way. There was dead tree that was about 20 feet in height and…
Well, I always thought that it would be a wonderful experience to walk the Camino de Santiago. So, as I was contemplating my 40th year on this big blue planet—that I have not seen nearly enough of—I decided that it was time to set some firm goals for myself instead of constantly saying “Wouldn’t it be nice to one day…” So, that’s it. 2008. The year I’m walking Spain. Why am I waiting so long? Well to be truthful, finances….
In winter Turkish and Bulgarian peddlers sold salep, a hot, sweet, and peppery drink, that is both warming and nutritious. With the coming of cold winter days, Turkey ‘s cake and pudding shops begin serving salep in place of ice cream. On the ferryboats which ply their way between the European and Asian shores of Istanbul, many passengers order steaming cups of this warming beverage. Salep is made from the powdered root of several species of wild orchid, and is…
So, my first book arrived. I ordered a few. I’ll be going through this one in the next few days. From my quick perusal, I can say the pictures quality isn’t great, but the subject matter makes me want to go to Spain. The book itself is a nice package with a soft matte cover, nice fonts (esp. on the cover, I’ll need to ask Sandy what the font is…), and an nice elegant layout. Hopefully the content will live…
Well, I always thought that it would be a wonderful experience to walk the Camino de Santiago. So a week or so ago as I was contemplating my 40th birthday, I decided that it was time to set some firm goals for myself instead of constantly saying that it would be nice to one day… So, that’s it. 2008. The year I’m walking Spain. Why am I waiting so long? Well to be truthful, finances. It isn’t going to be…
The door buzzer grated loudly. It competed with a loud rockabilly tune for the attention of the distracted clerk in the tiny, brightly-lit store. The lone clerk of Rob’s CD Trades this evening was perched at the back on a high stool behind a glass case filled with the high- end merchandise, locked away from shoplifters and greasy fingered customers. A newspaper was spread out across the counter, carefully unfolded and pinned under her elbows. An over-sized black sweatshirt enveloped…
Tito was struggling with the cigarette package. Maybe it was the half bottle of cheap scotch flowing through his veins or the adrenalin racing through him, but his fingers had been trembling from the moment he sat down in the dark and abandoned warehouse office. The cigarettes were not his brand; he had found them tucked away inside the black jacket he wore. The package looked Turkish or something eastern, and with that knowledge, he had abandoned hope that they…