If you are looking for a good book to read that describes the horror that millions of young girls and women deal with female genital mutilation, then I would urge you to read Desert Flower, written by Waris Dirie and Cathleen Miller. I understand that there was a movie produced in 2009 based on this book that I am going to try to find to watch and pass on to others that I think will appreciate knowing about these atrocities that I can’t even write about without getting a stomach and head ache.
My niece loves Scrapple, which really surprises me considering that she is such a picky eater. Plus she knows what Scrapple is made of, which is enough to keep this type of food off of my table.
She found this recipe online and sent it to me to check out.
- 2 pounds ground lean pork
- 1 pound beef liver
- 1 cup buckwheat flour
- 3 cups yellow corn meal
- 4 tablespoons salt
- 4 teaspoons freshly ground black pepper
- 2 teaspoons ground sage
- 2 teaspoons ground mace
- 2 teaspoons ground coriander
- 2 teaspoons ground thyme
- 2 teaspoons whole sweet marjoram
- 3 quarts of water
- In a large pot bring the water to a boil.
- Add beef liver and boil 10 minutes.
- Remove the liver and either run it through a chopper or grab a knife and cut it in pieces as small as you can.
- Return the chopped liver to the pot. Add the ground pork, a little at a time, and stir. Simmer for 20 minutes.
- Meanwhile, in a large bowl, mix the buckwheat flour, corn meal, salt, and spices; add to meat and broth slowly, stirring constantly. Simmer gently for one hour, stirring frequently. Tip: Use lowest possible heat, as the mixture scorches easily.
- Pour into two greased loaf pans. Bounce the pans a couple of times so that the Scrapple settles, and let cool. Let the Scrapple setup in the refrigerator overnight.
- The next morning after you arise, remove the Scrapple from the refrigerator and cut into to 3/8 inch slices.
Fry and serve, or you can freeze the Scrapple so you can use only as many slices as you need at a time. To freeze the Scrapple, lay a sheet of waxed paper between slices, place in freezer bags.
To serve the Scrapple, thaw the number of slices desired and dust with each flour. Fry in either bacon grease or lard until golden brown. Note: Do not use a cooking spray, as it will not taste right and will ruin the Scrapple.
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It was really freaky today at work when the subject between a few of us that sit close to each other most of the day about background checks and how important they are as well as how often they are being used these days. Computers have really made a huge difference in the tracking of people and of their personal and business and used by so many government divisions and so many darned departments, and their agencies that they have their fingers in. The concept of “Big Brother” is getting (in my opinion) way crazy and what is really crazy is that you don’t even have to work for the government to find out so much about people and their business.
Susan, who sits right next to me, punched in the URL into her computer where they ask just a few of the basic questions – the first and last name of the person you are snooping on as well as a city and state. Not a whole lot to go by but by golly we were surprised to see what information did come up. Of course if you want even more details and information there is a cost involved, but to be honest we were surprised to see that the price wasn’t all that much and they do have different packages/levels to choose from that varies with the cost. It is a pretty interesting site with some pretty decent information regarding background checks, a good site to take a gander at some time.
I just went outside to see how the yard looked after a long night of rain and high winds. Not too shabby I’m happy to find, only a few things were blown over, a couple of large tree branches are scattered here and there, other than that it’s all good. Funny thing though, the darned spider’s web that has been outside of the door managed to keep in tact, go figure!
I’ll never forget the day (July 1st, some time in the 80’s) that they finally repealed the motorcycle helmet law in the state of Maryland many moons ago. A bunch of us got together for a day of wind in our face, the sun on our backs and the opportunity to celebrate with thousands of other motorcycle riders the big day that so many people so long and hard for the right to choose to wear a helmet or not. There were ten of us back then out on a wonderful variety of old Harleys, we all wore our old worn out, nasty looking and even nastier smelling motorcycle helmets from god knows how many years use on countless other bike rider’s heads, which Big Brother had made it mandatory to wear, for so very long in the state of Maryland.
The plan was to ride over the bridge from Virginia into Maryland, everyone in the right hand lane and about mid way we would start taking off our helmets so at the end of the bridge we could all toss our helmets off and immediately start feeling the wind not only in our face, but all over our now unprotected heads. I’ll never forgot seeing the hundreds of motorcycle helmets all ready laying right where we had thrown ours. The first thing popped into my head was that someone would and probably did, make a ton of money by collecting and then reselling all of the helmets at the end of the day. And wishing that I had thought about that and had arranged for that lucrative plan with someone that had a truck and was willing to take on the task of picking them all of and getting the heck out of Dodge and heading to the local flea market.
It was a good time for all, good weather, good roads, good company and no one broke down and no one got pulled over. The only that went wrong is that Big Tony and his ol’ lad,y at that time, who I can’t for the life of me remember her name, did not remember to bring a helmet to put on as soon as we had to go back into the state of Virginia. So we had to hunt down a store that sold motorcycle helmets and they had to dish out a bit more money than they had brought, so a collection hat went around for the rest of us to throw in what cash we could so that they could purchase two brand new motorcycle helmets to wear back home!