"I didn't know that your face could do that!"
Tuesday, January 19, 2010
Monday, January 18, 2010
Friday, January 15, 2010
Two Original Poems by Heidi (Me)!
Peanut Butter Cup
Thin tin leaf
covering
pure peanut buttery
GOLD
Take off the wrapping
slip fingers under
edges and folds
peeled back to reveal
Devil’s Tower
centering metallic expanse
creases and bends
cracking close to base
beams coming off
Chocolate sun
Sustainer of All Life
silver rays
throw light in my eyes
Grip the edge
one more paper
separating cup from sink
Ridges melt away
wet sand dispersing
goes down the drain.
Lip Balm
Where before the lip was even
smooth and curved
healthy and hydrated
it has become dry
devastated by drought
the surface is cracked
separated to reveal
a gash sore and stinging
whipped into incredible pain
by
harsh winds
shocks of saliva
all color fades
vibrant pinks become washed out
transformed to dry white
zombie lips
But something obscures the light
a rain cloud
lip balm
to wash out the desert
and make it a glassy pool.
Thursday, January 14, 2010
Wednesday, January 13, 2010
Shamelessly Copy-Pasted From LSNED.com
The origin of the hamburger: Great sandwich or greatest sandwich ever?
Speaking of hamburgers, which I was (specifically, hucking them across continents), are you aware just how close we came to going out for “tartars and fries”?
The Tartars (or Tatars) are an ethnic group found around Russia, descendants of Mongolians, who were once at the leading edge of finely chopped meat. The legacy remains in the modern day steak tartare, which is basically a mound of raw ground beef, though the fancy French restaurants make it sound more… how do you say… edible.
While the recipe of ground beef, minced onions, and seasoning stayed much the same, after making it to the port town of Hamburg, Germany they started to cook it. It was from here that the Hamburg steak, as it came to be known, spread across the world in the 1800s.
Side note: the Salisbury steak is pretty much identical to a Hamburg steak, but named after Dr. James Salisbury who promoted eating meat three times a day, and limiting vegetables, fruits and starchy foods.
A little earlier, mid 1700s, it was John Montagu, the Earl of Sandwich, asked for some meat tucked between two pieces of bread. He just wanted to be able to eat conveniently while working or playing cards. As such, the sandwich was born.
The two met up on American soil but the exact location is hotly contested. Grasping for any claim to fame there are three US states that have legislation to decree the birth of the hamburger, or more accurately, the Hamburg steak sandwich, happened inside their borders.
The two oldest claims date to 1885, and both share the story of a food vendor at a county fair. In one case a meatball vendor squashed his product flat and served it in bread so it became more portable. It was a hit. The other story is about running out of pork for sausage patty sandwiches on a busy day, and improvising a new recipe using ground beef. That too was a hit.
The second guy also claimed to have created the word “hamburger” not based on the Hamburg steak but rather that the fateful day occurred at the fair in Hamburg, New York. To me, that sounds a little too convenient.
The meatball guy dished up his sandwiches every year and came to be known as Hamburger Charlie. He even had a song and dance routine:
Hamburgers, hamburgers, hamburgers hot; onions in the middle, pickle on top. Makes your lips go flippity flop.
Another story argues the technicality that those both put a Hamburg steak between slices of bread, but the true hamburger was born when it was first placed on a bun. If you buy that, then credit is due to Grandpa Oscar Bilby of Tulsa, Oklahoma. The way his family tells the story of his first annual July 4th BBQ you’d think the man came down from the mountain with his holy grill.
Of course, Texas has its own version of the hamburger creation story, too. It probably wasn’t the first, but it did have the biggest effect when Fletch David took his sandwich on the road. The hamburger hit the big time as a favourite dish at the 1904 World’s Fair in St. Louis, Missouri. And we lived fattily ever after.
-Heidi :)
Monday, January 11, 2010
Tuesday, January 5, 2010
Quirk
I guess Heidi thought I wasn't going to post today, but I'm still apart of this blog! And today is my Tuesday posting day. So here's a quote from a friend:
"Sometimes I hear you whistling and chuckling to yourself."
-Jeremy
When he said this I was deeply amused, because it has become an automatic thing that I whistle a tune or a few notes none the less. And I do chuckle to myself, because the world makes me laugh along with the people in it. Not to mention my very silly thoughts and ideas.
Anyway, just the fact that someone noticed this little...quirk I have (whistling and chuckling without really realizing I am). It made me smile.
"Sometimes I hear you whistling and chuckling to yourself."
-Jeremy
When he said this I was deeply amused, because it has become an automatic thing that I whistle a tune or a few notes none the less. And I do chuckle to myself, because the world makes me laugh along with the people in it. Not to mention my very silly thoughts and ideas.
Anyway, just the fact that someone noticed this little...quirk I have (whistling and chuckling without really realizing I am). It made me smile.
Monday, January 4, 2010
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