When it comes to getting her play on or indulging in a treat, Sadie Sue is a serious dog. To get her what she wants, she has to have the attention of the human. Usually that human is her mom. Unfortunately for Miss Shagbottom, her mom is also a writer, which means mom’s head is glancing ever on a computer screen and not on the dog where it should be! Sadie has tactics though. She’s resourceful. Never fear, for she gets whatever her little red furry heart desires.
This is another personal concoction by Culinary K. I put this together after enjoying the Chicken Lilly dish at The Breadbasket Bakery in Saratoga Springs, NY. It is not a copy by any means, I don’t use a number of their ingredients, which I won’t tell about here. However, they did inspire this. I have to say, that it’s a new favorite, and a great way to eat well without food being bland. The best diet advice you will ever get is: Use spices to spruce up boring foods. It really does the trick and you find that healthier recipes that use spices and mix up flavors become a mainstay, and keep you on track to good health.
What you will need:
6 boneless/skinless chicken tenders (no breading) or 1 boneless/skinless chicken breast. Dried Cranberries, Chopped Walnuts, Mayonnaise and Curry.
Most of this is to taste, as with a lot of food.
Cook your chicken tenders on 325-350 for about 20-25 minutes, longer for a full breast, as the meat is thick and takes longer to cook. You can slice it into sections, but this might lead to drying out. Once cooked let cool. Then chop your chicken pieces up. Next, shred them with your fingers. Or, you can put them in a food processor being careful not to pulverize the pieces to dust. You want them to be shreds not granules. So doing this by hand is probably the best way. Now dust your chicken pieces with curry until the chicken is yellow with the spice.
Add in 1/4 cup of dried cranberries and 1/4 cup chopped walnuts.
Stir in about 1-2 tablespoons of mayonnaise (more for drier chicken, less for a lighter curry). Mix everything up, add more curry to taste. Let rest over night for best flavor.
It’s great as a lump on salad greens, or on rye or whole wheat bread.
I consider movies to be the ultimate form of art. Movies are a creative meld of a host of different art forms from visual arts, sound, and storytelling. Movies can inspire, amaze, entertain, educate, move you emotionally, and yes, even piss you off! It’s no wonder movies have been a part of our lives ever since the camera was invented.
We all have our favorite types of movies and our own reasons why we enjoy them. That is why it is so difficult, at least for me, to judge a film and give it a bad review. There are people who read my reviews and are completely confused by it, especially when I hate a movie, but yet I give it a great review. Critiquing movies shouldn’t be about whether one likes it or not. I hate the “Lord of the Rings” series. Does that make those movies bad because I don’t have the intellectual makings to enjoy those types of films? That’s not what movie critiquing should be about. However, these days, when I read peoples reviews of films, that is the sense I pick up. It’s no wonder people get confused when they read my reviews.
So does that mean that I shouldn’t insert my opinion of a movie when I write a review? No, of course not. But when it comes down to it, just because I didn’t like a movie does not mean that it’s bad. Don’t get me wrong, there are bad movies out there. But it has little to do with whether I like it or not. At the same time, just because I love a movie doesn’t mean that is the best movie ever made. I happen to love Spaceballs—Oh, I’m gonna hear it for this one—Yes, I love Spaceballs! I grew up on it. It’s silly and it makes me laugh even today, but I’m sorry, that is not a good movie. Yes, it is funny at times, but it is also tired–relying on recycled jokes. There just isn’t anything unique about the film.
And while I’m at it–I’m gonna catch even more heat for this one–what is so special about Mel Brooks? Seriously, the only movie he’s ever made that I enjoyed was Spaceballs and I’ve already commented about whether or not that is a good movie. People rave about The Producers, about Young Frankenstin. BORING!!!! I watched them both and I wanted to rip the protective cover off a paper shredder and run my arm through it just for the laughs. Watching his movies is the equivalent to being tortured by Iraqi insurgents. At least it is for me.
Does that mean that you shouldn’t watch or even enjoy Mel Brooks’ movies. No, of course not. That isn’t what movie critics are for. We aren’t supposed to be here to tell you what movies to watch. Movie critics are supposed to give you feed back about the movie and then you make up your own mind from there.
If I had listened to Roger Ebert, I would’ve missed out on one of my favorite movies of all time, The Village. Roger gave The Village zero stars. ZERO! I loved Roger; he was hands down the best movie critic ever! But Zero for The Village? I can’t even process that. But, that’s just it. Movie critics are human, so why would you take anything they say as gospel? If you want to see a movie, go see it. Don’t let someone else tell you not to just because they didn’t think it was any good. That’s silly. But let’s not round up the critics just yet. They do serve a purpose: critically thinking about a viewing instead of passively absorbing one.
Go ahead and read reviews. Compare them. Find out what the movie is about and why or why not they think it is worth your time. Good critics are there to give you insight about the film beyond a simple viewing. For example: a critic might tell you there are too many explosions in a movie, and therefore it was terrible. A different critic might say there weren’t enough explosions in the same movie, but it was still awesome. Do some homework. Get to know what kind of movies these critics like. Follow a few of them, read their blogs, get to know them, stalk them during the holidays–yeah, do that at your own risk, but you get my point. You may find that you relate to a few of them, and that might make movie-going an even more fun experience. In the end, it is up to you to decide. If a critic tells you not to watch a movie, perhaps you shouldn’t listen to them. What gives them supreme knowledge over your tastes or what makes aesthetic gold? They probably suck anyway. Weigh the opinions and then judge for yourself.
Happy movie watching!
Color me impressed. Working with a golden retriever/lab mix (I still say shes actually golden/American fox hound), has taught me that dogs are truly unstoppable. My Jack Russell who suffered from a deformity of the brain, rest his soul, was also quite talented. I never quite understood why anyone considers animals, let alone dogs, dumb. Once you read this article, you’ll find out that the uniqueness of this bus riding Labrador isn’t so unique. She’s one of many dogs who have taken to using public transport world wide. So take that “animals are soulless automatons” crowd.
Close to twenty years ago I had the pleasure and the honor of meeting a remarkable man. That man’s name was Morton Ralph Miller. He was a World War II war veteran who served in the Pacific Theater. After the war, Mort had a long career with the US Postal Service in Schenectady until he retired in the late 70’s. After he retired, he continued working as a driver in various business driving busses and shuttling veterans to and from the local VA hospital. The man never stood still; he didn’t know how. Because of it, I always thought of him as the youngest man I knew and he was in his 90’s.
Mort was also a proud father and a family man who loved his wife of 52 years, his children, and grandchildren and who would do anything for anyone at any time. He was a great man and he was loved by many. There wasn’t a place he could go without someone recognizing him. I remember once I was able to enter the country coming back from a trip to Canada because I dropped his name at the border. The officer said, “Oh yeah, I know Mort! Go on in!”
This past weekend, Mort fell dizzy and collapsed. His car keys still in hand, he was rushed to the hospital. On the way to the hospital his heart stopped three times and three times the EMS revived him. Unfortunately, when he got to the hospital, his brain had been deprived of too much oxygen. It would only be a matter of time for the inevitable.
I never knew my real grandfathers and I never really did have a great relationship with my grandmothers. When I met my future wife, I was introduced to this wonderful, close-knit family. They welcomed me into their homes and never made me feel like an outsider. I was proud to call them my family and him my grandfather.
After my wife and I divorced, I felt like I had lost more than a partner. I felt like I lost my family. It’s one of the worst feelings I’ve ever experienced and I do not wish it on anyone. When I heard the news that Mort had passed away, I felt like a piece of me was ripped from my heart. Never again will I share a cup of coffee with him, or hear him tell a joke, or one of his amazing war stories.
Knowing him was a privilege. I learned so much from him and I always looked up to him. I will carry his memory with me always. And even though we are not related by blood. I will always consider him to be my grandfather.
Since Grandpa Miller loved to tell stories, I think it’s only fitting to remember him by retelling one of my favorite stories of his as best as I can remember. This is a true story as told to me by Mort Miller:
During his tour in the Pacific, Mort Miller had been wounded in combat and had spent a few days in an Army hospital while he healed. After a few days, Mort had been discharged and given orders to return to duty. It was his responsibility to find transportation back to his unit. On the way out of the hospital he runs into a buddy of his who was a pilot. They chat for a while as they exchanged banter and friendly insults. His buddy no doubt gives Mort a hard time for his major injuries. I can just picture a young Mort giving it right back to him.
His buddy asks him where he’s off to next. Mort tells him he’s been given orders to return to work and that he has to find a way to get back to his men. His buddy offers to take him there himself. After all, he’s orders are to drop off cargo at one of the bases in New Guinea where Mort’s unit was stationed. He was only happy to give him a lift. There was only one problem, he’d have to ride in the back with the cargo as there was no room up front. Mort agreed and they took off as soon as they could.
I don’t recall the type of plane they were on, I want to say it was a C-119 Fairchild, but I could be wrong. However, the type of plane is not important. The fact is that Mort is in the back of this plane, probably reading a book and smoking a cigarette, enjoying his free ride when suddenly the back doors begin to open. Curious, Mort gets up to check out the view as the doors are getting wider and wider. That’s when the plane takes a steep climb to let the cargo in the bay slide right off and on to the target on the grown. I guess when his buddy said drop off, he really meant drop!
Unfortunately, Mort was not secured in place since he had not been told that they were going to do that. As Mort falls to the floor of the plane and now finds himself sliding down the cargo bay and inches away from the back of the plane and to his imminent plunge towards hard ground, he loses his book and somehow manages to hang on to a set of cargo netting on the wall of the plane.
As he struggled to hang on, I’m sure he thought to himself that if he gets out of this alive he would kill his buddy, but he would have to hang on and avoid the barrage of cargo and seemed to be trying to knock him loose as they slid by.
What seemed like forever hanging on to this netting and probably now all bruised up from a ton of crates banging against him, the plane finally begins to level off and the cargo doors begin to close. Mort sat there dumbfounded as he thanked his lucky star he is still alive.
When the plane lands, Mort is still in shock. Not one member of the crew had bothered to come out of the cockpit to see if he was okay. You can imagine how pissed he must’ve felt. Finally, the cockpit door opens and his buddy emerges through the door and lays eyes on Mort for the first time since they took off. Mort always describes his buddy turning white as a ghost and uttering in pure shock, “Jesus Christ, I forgot all about you!!”
I salute you Private First Class Miller! “We’ll sue ya!”