Recipe X Talks - Ponet

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I want to thank you for tuning in to my week of I call them RecipeX Talks with some of the most interesting and fun loving tweep peeps I have had the pleasure of forging a friendship with !!

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I want to introduce you Ponet a beautiful Woman of Creative / Substance and passion for Life.

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PONETS RECIPE FOR ROMANCE

The Invitation reads:

Twenty Special Guests

Natural light only.

Just bring your smile…

The magic has been provided.

The Menu

Appetizer/Asparagus in a blanket

“Endless Glasses”/2007 Castle Rock

Grilled Applewood Salmon

Spicy Baked Sweet Potato Fries

Indian Pound Cake

Mi Vida Mocha

As soon as the door opens, it’s there…

Flash The aroma of fresh baked appetizers Asparagus in a blanket lead us to the place where the unfamiliar, becomes very familiar… Paramount bathrooms

Hugs, introductions, and reintroductions fill the space quickly, as quiet excitement looms the room, for we all desire to know one another.

Glasses of Pinot .... click here

is passed around, easing the mood even more so. The flow is good, and the laughter reaches full guffaws. The host is what genius is made of. Just enough to satiate the palate, while the allure of what’s to come keeps our curiosity stirring.

We’re asked to leave our glasses behind, as we move into the dining area.

Assigned seating decides our fortune. Carefully chosen (we’re told), not by a secret matchmaker, but by our true personalities. When you sit next to me, the energy between us is undeniable. I was hoping it was you…

Beautifully displayed the food is a great compliment of both spice and texture. Sweet Potato Fries

And yet, we haven’t said a word to each other… We smile, we toast to nothing. But, the delicate clinking of our glasses spark thoughts already unspoken.

“One of the hardest things in life is having words in your heart that you can't utter.”

James Earl Jones

I can feel your eyes politely outline my profile. I smile, and turn as if to question your action, but you’re prepared. “Do you remember me??. At the hockey game, in Atlanta? George’ wedding in California??” I smile a moment before answering. “I remember you, too”. You hold your napkin to your thigh, and then wipe your mouth just a little. “I stayed in Los Angeles that weekend… I wanted to be there for the opening of your play”, you said. My breath deepens. Desperate to hide both my surprise, and delight. We’ve stopped eating. “Did you enjoy the play?” I hope. “Um, yeah… I mean, I guess. I just wondered why the little girl had to die”. You rest your chin in your left hand. It’s obvious; this should have been posed as a question... “You mean, commit suicide?”

The patio doors swing open,

Our faces are intense, and he wants to dive in. Do I hold back? Now that he wants to go beyond the light and social exchanges of the evening? Towering over me like a gentle giant, he holds his hand out, and embraces mine tightly. We’re more than holding hands. It’s more than just wanting to be in a space within my mind… He dares to feel me.

He pushes aside one dessert, and one cup, and decides for the both of us, that we’ll share. Feeding him feels right. Sipping from the same cup too. Light titters remind us that we’re sharing our space with others, but the impulse infuses us, and we show them all what to really do with the background music.

Lost into each other’s touch, and smile, we drown out the banter of the crowd that enjoys the exchange as much as we do. When the music stops, our smiles refuse to listen. We graciously accept the applause, as well as the night ending. You immediately state, “I put both of our name cards in my pocket… So, that we can exchange phone numbers”. As if returning to the beginning, we formally shake hands, like the distant strangers we were, and I watch you leave. You never look back. That was a year ago today.

I just received your card in the mail, and I admit the flood of emotions overwhelmed me. I recalled all the messages that were missed, exchanged, and somehow just didn’t connect. I’ve received every floral arrangement, and even dried some of them to save. I heard you became part of a team of accountants with The Atlanta Hawks.

The phone calls became fewer and fewer between us, and the flowers stopped too.

But today, you’ve sent the name card, and the song we danced to that evening.

“I’ve realized that I need you… It’s rare to find someone that can possibly love you for who you are, rather than for what you do. I truly believe that’s you”.

It’s the best enclosure I’ve ever received, although it’s still one I will pass. My heart has moved on to the reality of time and space between us, and I’m only left with romanticizing that evening of what could have been.

“The Play… Her death was a rebirth for adults that carry the bruised little girl within. I’m very proud of you, and I wish you well… All the best, me”. I turn the card over, seal the envelope, and thank the mail carrier for waiting. He replied, “I’ve enjoyed watching you smile”. This lets me know that I’ve done the right thing.

I close the door, and reach for the poem I wrote, but never sent.

Across the miles

Can you feel my love

For you?

Do you hear my voice?

In the wind

Whispering how much I

Need you?

When my heart beats rapidly

At the thought

Of your touch...

Does your blood flow faster?

As I embrace your picture

Tightly...

To my breasts

Can you feel the fire?

In my body touch your

Soul?

I've seen you

I've watched you

I've read you

Across the miles

Will you ever know?

My love?

Grilled Applewood Salmon

Salmon Filet

Applewood Seasoning

Olive Oil

Medium Apples

Butter

Cinnamon Sugar

Place Salmon on a medium heated grill or in a 350-degree oven on a jelly roll pan. Brush with Olive Oil and sprinkle liberally with Applewood Seasoning.

Tent salmon with foil and cook approximately 10-15 minutes or until desired doneness. Do not turn Salmon while cooking. While it cooks, peel and slice the apples and put in a stovetop pan with butter and cook 1-2 minutes then add the cinnamon sugar and cook until it melts into a sauce.

The sweetness of the apples blends well with the smoky flavor of the salmon.

Indian Pound Cake

Ingredients

8 eggs

The weight of 8 eggs in sugar (1 lb–454 g)

The weight of 6 eggs in very fine cornmeal (corn flour) (12.5 oz.–354 g) + a little extra for the pan

1/2 lb (2 sticks–227 g) butter

1 pinch salt

1 whole nutmeg or 1 tsp (2.3 g) ground cinnamon

Preheat the oven to 325°F (170°C). Generously butter a 5.4 x 9.1-inches loaf pan (13.6 x 23.2 cm), then sprinkle with corn flour, shaking off excess. Lining the pan with aluminum foil (buttered and floured as well) makes it easier to unmold the cake.

Grate the nutmeg, if using it, then mix it with the sugar. Pulverize the sugar mixed with nutmeg in a food processor or coffee grinder. If you use cinnamon instead mix it with the pulverized sugar at this point.

Cream the butter, then gradually add the powdered, flavored sugar to the creamed butter and beat until fluffy. Add the eggs two at a time alternating with the corn flour (to which you have added the salt). Add the corn flour to the butter mixture through a fine sifter. Make sure to scrape the sides of the bowl with a spatula once in a while to mix everything properly. Beat the mixture on high speed until light and creamy, for at least 7 minutes.

Delicately pour the mixture into the prepared pan and bake for about 1 hour–a cake tester must come out clean. If the top browns too quickly, lightly cover with a piece of aluminum foil.

Let the cake cool in the pan placed on a rack for about 10 minutes, then take it out of the pan and let it finish cooling on the rack. It will be fragile while still hot.

The cake should be made 1 day ahead to be at its best. It stays moist and fresh for a few days if kept wrapped in aluminum foil, and its flavor improves.

Notes: It is important for achieving the right texture to use very fine corn flour, not fine corn meal, which is still too gritty. If you don’t find corn flour, you can process fine cornmeal in the food processor. Also pulverizing the granulated sugar is essential as well as it is sifting the flour while you add it to the batter.

The oven temperature must be no more than 325 °F (170° C), or the cake will develop a hard brown crust too soon and remain raw in the center.

Miss Leslie indicated only nutmeg and cinnamon as flavorings, but I also tried with anise, lemon zest and almond extract and all work well.

From the original recipe by A Lady of Philadelphia (Eliza Leslie)

In “Seventy-Five Receipts, for Pastry, Cakes, And Sweetmeats” 1828 –USA

www.javerde.com Mi Vida Mocha (Chocolate Flavored Coffee)

By Ponet, 2010

30 Day Fast - Day 21 ? - Labor Day - The Great Escape - The Reveal

30 Day Fast - Day 21 ? - The Great Escape - The Reveal

Monday Sept 07, 2009


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The Great Escape

Wherever you go, go with all your heart. ~Confucius


Well Gals and Guys Happy Labor Day to you all...It been a quite and amazing and slightly emotional weekend. See Blog Below after this Tribute and Quick History Lesson

The History of Labor Day : Canadian Encyclopedia


In a time when the news of labour "strife" is dominated by disputes between millionaire athletes and billionaire owners, history provides a useful perspective on a time when working people had to fight to work less than 12 hours a day. The "Nine-Hour Movement" began in Hamilton, Ontario, and then spread to Toronto where its demands were taken up by the Toronto Printer's Union.

In 1869 the union sent a petition to their employers requesting a weekly reduction in hours per week to 58, placing itself in the forefront of the industrialized world in the fight for shorter hours. Their request was refused outright by the owners of the printing shops, most vehemently by George Brown of the Globe.

By 1872 the union's stand had hardened from a request to a demand and a threat to strike. The employers called the demand for a shorter workweek "foolish", "absurd" and "unreasonable." As a result, on March 25, 1872 the printers went on strike.

On April 14 a demonstration was held to show solidarity among the workers of Toronto. A parade of some 2000 workers marched through the city, headed by two marching bands. By the time that the parade reached Queen's Park, the sympathetic crowd had grown to 10,000.

The employers fought the strikers by bringing in replacement workers from small towns. George Brown launched a counterattack by launching a legal action against the union for "conspiracy." Brown's action revealed the astonishing fact that according to the laws of Canada union activity was indeed considered a criminal offense. Under the law, which dated back to 1792, police arrested and jailed the 24 members of the strike committee.

On 15 May 1872, Hamilton's "nine-hour pioneers" defied opposition with a procession of 1500 workers (Canadian Illustrated News, courtesy NAC/C-58640).

As history tells it, however, Brown had overplayed his hand. Prime Minister Sir John A. Macdonald had been watching the Nine-Hour Movement with curious interest, "his big nose sensitively keen," wrote historian Donald Creighton, "like an animal's for any scent of profit or danger." The scent of profit came from the fact that Macdonald's old Liberal rival George Brown had made himself a hated man among the workers of Canada.

Macdonald was quick to capitalize. In Ottawa, he spoke to a crowd at city hall, promising to wipe the "barbarous laws" restricting labour from the books. Macdonald then came to the rescue of the imprisoned men and on June 14 passed a Trade Union Act, which legalized and protected union activity. Macdonald's move not only embarrassed his rival Brown but also earned him the enduring support of the working class.

For the strikers themselves, the short-term effects were very damaging. Many lost their jobs and were forced to leave Toronto. The long-term effects, however, were positive. After 1872 almost all union demands included the 54-hour week. Thus the Toronto printers were pioneers of the shorter workweek in North America. The movement did not reach places such as Chicago or New York until the turn of the century.

The fight of the Toronto printers had a second, lasting legacy. The parades held in support of the Nine-Hour Movement and the printers' strike led to an annual celebration. In 1882 American labour leader Peter J. McGuire witnessed one of these labour festivals in Toronto. Inspired, he returned to New York and organized the first American "labour day" on September 5 of the same year. Throughout the 1880s pressure built in Canada to declare a national labour holiday and on July 23, 1894 the government of Sir John Thompson passed a law making Labour Day official. A huge Labour Day parade took place in Winnipeg that year. It stretched some 5 kilometres. The tradition of a Labour Day celebration quickly spread across Canada and the continent. It had all begun in Toronto with the brave stand of the printers' union.

James Marsh is editor in chief of The Canadian Encyclopedia.

Labor Day History - History Channel (USA)

As the Industrial Revolution took hold of the nation, the average American in the late 1800s worked 12-hour days, seven days a week in order to make a basic living. Children were also working, as they provided cheap labor to employers and laws against child labor were not strongly enforced.

With the long hours and terrible working conditions, American unions became more prominent and voiced their demands for a better way of life. On Tuesday September 5, 1882, 10,000 workers marched from city hall to Union Square in New York City, holding the first-ever Labor Day parade. Participants took an upaid day-off to honor the workers of America, as well as vocalize issues they had with employers. As years passed, more states began to hold these parades, but Congress would not legalize the holiday until 12 years later.

On May 11, 1894, workers of the Pullman Palace Car Company in Chicago struck to protest wage cuts and the firing of union representatives. They sought support from their union led by Eugene V. Debs and on June 26 the American Railroad Union called a boycott of all Pullman railway cars. Within days, 50,000 rail workers complied and railroad traffic out of Chicago came to a halt. On July 4, President Grover Cleveland dispatched troops to Chicago. Much rioting and bloodshed ensued, but the government's actions broke the strike and the boycott soon collapsed. Debs and three other union officials were jailed for disobeying the injunction. The strike brought worker's rights to the public eye and Congress declared, in 1894, that the first Monday in September would be the holiday for workers, known as Labor Day.

The founder of Labor Day remains unclear, but some credit either Peter McGuire, co-founder of the American Federation of Labor, or Matthew Maguire, a secretary of the Central Labor Union, for proposing the holiday.

Although Labor Day is meant as a celebration of the labor movement and its achievements, it has come to be celebrated as the last, long summer weekend before Autumn.

NOW BACK TO OUR RGULARLY SCHEDULED PROGRAMMNG


Had a heart to heart with and online virtual friend which was quite significant. It changed my perspective and mindset a bit. The act of of being emotionally vulnerable and revealing is scary but invigorating at times , but the thought and the ultimatum of losing a connection and a bond that has been made and formed.... Woke me up, and although I don't like ultimatums. I think they are a form of emotional blackmail 99% of the time. This time I am kinda glad I was in a state of openness to accept it.

I just want them to know I really appreciate them - you know who you are. I have grown quite fond of them.

The rest of the weekend was fun also... In my opinion anyway. And at the end of the day that all the really counts. Friday met up with a buddy who is in town but leaving for another work / travel tour. He lives quite a hard life he works for High End Cruiseline and travels the World for free. He has currently circumnavigated the globe 4 times. (Bastard LOL)

He consulted me as most people do in regards to career and or realtionship. So we took all the pros and cons and systematically went through them...He made a decision that was pratical and spirtitual benefitual to him. I was very happy.

I am trying to encourage him to go on a voluntary celibate fast...he laughs , rolls his eyes and tells me I am crazy. I support you. But I wouldn't last a week. Then I said then all the more you should do it.

Then I get a text message from a mutual friend ...and we end up doing this crazy scavenger hunt to meet up... We end up at DQ ..not my favorite place. I prefer going to a local non franchised establishments Mom & Pop places ..Support your local businesses and economy Eat Local & buy local first, country second, Continent third, World fourth...


I had a fantastic day yesterday went on a bit of a roadtrip with a best buddy of mine. Was gone for about 9 hrs ... we traveled all through the southern most portion of my region, saw some amazing sights and scenery...shared some food, music, stories and silence. I love comfortable silence...it really shows intimacy.

It is almost past the midway mark...I have to say...the not dating , the voluntary celibacy or no sex is not that hard...but the reprogramming of the brain...is a bastard. I am doing my best.


Well that is my random thought for today stay tuned another time for some more randonmess LOL.


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