Capsule
Wednesday, September 18, 2019
I love the creative process. In this case, bringing to fruition one of the three recipes every home should master, the most basic roast chicken, slow-roasted.
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Lead Picture (Thumbnail Story below in Thumbnail section)
Wednesday, September 18, 2019
Harriet Tubman
Photographer: Horatio Seymour Squyer, 1848 - 18 Dec 1905 - National Portrait Gallery
An extraordinary photo.
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Commentary
Wednesday, September 18, 2019
I love the creative process. In this case, bringing to fruition one of the three recipes every home should master, the most basic roast chicken, slow-roasted.
Go for it.
It’s wonderful.
Roast Chicken
The night before:
Wash and dry the chicken
Brush the chicken with a slurry of 2t salt, 2TB of baking powder, 1t onion powder, 1t garlic powder, 1TB freshly-ground black pepper, and 4TB water.
The salt and the baking powder will dehydrate and break down the chicken’s exterior, preparing it for a good browning.
Set the chicken in a poultry-rack in a roasting pan and refrigerate the uncovered chicken overnight.
If overnight not possible slurry the chicken anyway: the dehydration will work okay during the slow-roast.
Slow-roast the chicken in a 200* oven for 60 minutes per pound.
In a small bowl prepare a baste for the chicken.
Use 3TB Garlic Oil (see the recipe for Garlic Oil on this website)
Add in a mixture of spices, a 1/4 teaspoon each of these powders: dill, rosemary, celery, sage, and paprika.
Stir the mixture and thoroughly paint the bird all over.
Like magic, the chicken is beautifully golden-brown.
Turn the oven temperature to 475*.
Roast the chicken for 15minutes more.
Take the chicken out of the oven, let it settle for 20minutes, and then carve and enjoy.
After making our first chicken, adjust the time of roasting according to taste. Try 55 minutes/pound next.
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Monday’s Dinner posted on
Wednesday, September 18, 2019
Had a terrific 3lb Sirloin, slow-roasted @ 200* for 2 hours then grilled for a nice caramelization.
Wow!
With a short-cut but tasty ratatouille.
Shared it with cousin and friend.
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A “Hey, Dom!” video.
Wednesday, September 18, 2019
Name: Trio, inc the dying farmer
Length: 2.00min
Description: Three cute jokes, inc the dying farmer
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Chuckle of the day:
Wednesday, September 18, 2019
"Managing senior programmers is like herding cats." - -Dave Platt
"Do not meddle in the affairs of cats, for they are subtle and will piss on your computer." --Bruce Graham
"There is no snooze button on a cat who wants breakfast." --Unknown
"Thousands of years ago, cats were worshipped as gods. Cats have never forgotten this." --Anonymous
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Wednesday, September 18, 2019
This from Sally C:
Oh, Dom! Here is a lovely thing by Wendell Berry, posted in today's online "The Writer's Almanac." Berry's work, poetry or prose, never fails to astonish.
Much love to you, my friend! Thank you for all the love you share with everyone you meet.
Sally
VII
by Wendell Berry
from Leavings © Counterpoint, 2010
I know I am getting old and I say so,
but I don't think of myself as an old man.
I think of myself as a young man
with unforeseen debilities. Time is neither
young nor old, but simply new, always
counting, the only apocalypse. And the clouds
—no mere measure or geometry, no cubism,
can account for clouds or, satisfactorily, for bodies.
There is no science for this, or art either.
Even the old body is new—who has known it
before?—and no sooner new than gone, to be
replaced by a body yet older and again new.
The clouds are rarely absent from our sky
over this humid valley, and there is a sycamore
that I watch as, growing on the riverbank,
it forecloses the horizon, like the years
of an old man. And you, who are as old
almost as I am, I love as I loved you
young, except that, old, I am astonished
at such a possibility, and am duly grateful.
Web Meister responds: Sally, that is special. Thank you for finding this and sharing it.
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Today’s Thumbnail
Wednesday, September 18, 2019
Born a slave in Dorchester County, Maryland, Harriet Tubman was beaten and whipped by her various masters as a child.
Early in life, she suffered a traumatic head wound when an irate slave owner threw a heavy metal weight intending to hit another slave but hit her instead.
The injury caused dizziness, pain, and spells of hypersomnia, which occurred throughout her life. After her injury, Tubman began experiencing strange visions and vivid dreams, which she ascribed to premonitions from God.
These experiences, combined with her Methodist upbringing, led her to become devoutly religious.
Harriet Tubman 1885
In 1849, Tubman escaped to Philadelphia, then immediately returned to Maryland to rescue her family.
Slowly, one group at a time, she brought relatives with her out of the state, and eventually guided dozens of other slaves to freedom.
Traveling by night and in extreme secrecy, Tubman (or "Moses", as she was called) "never lost a passenger".
After the Fugitive Slave Act of 1850 was passed, she helped guide fugitives farther north into British North America, and helped newly freed slaves find work.
Tubman met John Brown in 1858, and helped him plan and recruit supporters for his 1859 raid on Harpers Ferry.
When the Civil War began, Tubman worked for the Union Army, first as a cook and nurse, and then as an armed scout and spy.
The first woman to lead an armed expedition in the war, she guided the raid at Combahee Ferry, which liberated more than 700 slaves.
After the war, she retired to the family home on property she had purchased in 1859 in Auburn, New York, where she cared for her aging parents.
She was active in the women's suffrage movement until illness overtook her and she had to be admitted to a home for elderly African Americans that she had helped to establish years earlier.
After she died in 1913, she became an icon of courage and freedom.
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Acknowledgements
Wednesday, September 18, 2019
A tip o' the hat (U.S. President Calvin Coolidge, 1924
Thanks to Sally C for sharing Wendell’s moving thoughts.
And to the Jokes Warehouse for providing today’s chuckle.
Thanks to the Microsoft team at the Prudential Center for their unflagging availability to help with a constant flow of technological problems.
Always thanks to Wikipedia, the Lead and the Thumbnail sections of the Blog very often shaped from stories taken from that amazing website. They are truly worthy of public support.
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Good Morning on this Wednesday, September 18, 2019
Ms Tubman certainly is in my pantheon of heroines.
And now? Gotta go.
Che vuoi? Le pocketbook?
See you soon.
Your Taeyeon