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QotD: Secret Family Recipe – Peach junk

What's one family recipe that you wish you knew how to cook?

Many moons ago, my grandmother would make a dessert that would just knock your socks off.  It never had an official name.  It was some sort of cross between a pie, a cobbler, and an upside-down cake with peaches.  My brother and I lovingly called it "Peach Junk". 

I spent a lot of time in the kitchen with my grandmother, trying to pry recipes out of her, but she was old skool and had no recipes or measurements for anything.  I do believe that I somehow picked up the brunt of the mac and cheese recipe, but to this day, Peach Junk eludes me.

It is truly a sad day on this earth when there is no one that can re-create the delicacy of Peach Junk.  Gram, you are sorely missed.

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QotD: Recess!

What was your favorite game to play at recess in grade school? 
Submitted by Elisheva Chana.

Ahh, recess.  That special time of day when, right after lunch, we were encouraged to go run around like maniacs.  I swear it's a miracle in and of itself that no one ever got sick, but I digress.

Back in the day, we played a game called Release.  I suppose it's just like Tag.  One person is "it" and tries to go around tagging people.  If you got tagged, you went to the "jail", which was a huge tree.  I honestly don't remember how you got to be "not it" anymore, but if someone who wasn't "it" got to the tree without getting tagged, he or she would scream "RELEASE!" at the top of his/her lungs and everyone in jail got to go run around some more.

At this moment, I stand about five foot one and weigh in at about 125 or so.  Then, I'm sure I was no more than four foot seven and nowhere near 100 pounds.  I was small for my age, but boy was I quick.  One particular afternoon during a rousing game of Release, I was running for the jail to release my buddies.  I suppose that I turned my head for a second to see if anyone was on my tail.  That split second caused me over a week of pain.  As I turned to look forward, directly in front of me, also not looking and running hard, was Christine Patterson.  Where I was small for my age, Christine was equally as tall for her age.  This is fifth grade I'm talking about here and the girl was already pushing 6 feet.  There wasn't enough time for either of us to stop or change direction and he result was a head-on collision.

Christine got off easy with the knee of her jeans ripped.  I, on the other hand, ended up with a bruised kneecap.  Don't think for a moment that a child doesn't know the meaning of excruciating pain, because I did.  For the rest of that day (and that week), I walked around with one leg straight because it hurt so bad to bend it.  The one time it was FORCED to bend was the day it happened on the bus ride home.  Our principal got on every bus to make sure everyone was okay.  My seatmate didn't understand what happened and thought I was just being a baby and took it upon herself to force my leg into a bent position.  I'm pretty sure I almost passed out.  I made it home though, and good ole Gram fixed it up for me.

Endnote:  No Release! for me for a little while after the incident.

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QotD: Ghost Writer

If you could write like one fiction author, who would it be?
Submitted by Marilyn.

Without doubt, I would love to write like Stephen King.  He has so many of the skills that I want to develop.

  • Longevity – I've been reading his work for approximately the last 20 years and I can't ever wait for the next book to come out.  At least 75% of his books are in my collection as hard cover.
  • Captivity – I'm sure that isn't the word I want, but I just can't think of it off the top of my head.  What I mean is that he has a way of capturing his audience and making them lose hours and days lost in one of his books.
  • Detail – His writing style is such that I create a mental picture of each character and that character lives not only in his books, but in my mind. (Although it sucks when he makes a movie of a book and it's NEVER the actor I envision it to be.)
  • Passion – There is no question that the man loves what he does.  Sure it pays the bills, but you can just tell that he enjoys writing for mehis readers.  I hope that the day he loses that love, he stops writing so not to taint my vision.  (Could've done without The Tommyknockers though.)

Mr. King, I salute you.  You inspire me, you entertain me, you've ruined my mind or so my mother says.

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QotD: I'm Good.

What are five things you're good at?
Submitted by HapaLove.


 

Hmmm, five things?  Okay, I'll give that a shot.

  1. I am a damn good bartender.  Nowhere am I more at home than behind a bar that's 3 deep.  Behind that bar, I am the queen.  I am in control.  I don't bother with flair.  It's just a time-waster.  I do bother with quality drinks where you never taste the alcohol and you're wrecked before you ever even knew you started.  Recipe for my personal favorite drink here: http://www.webtender.com/db/drink/4346
  2. I am a trapecista.  I'm not the best, but you didn't ask for five things I was the best at.  Carnies have small hands.  Sometimes it's flying, sometimes it's static, it's always fun.  Now give me $1500 so I can have one placed in my back yard.  Proof of my skill here: http://miamishyner.tripod.com/circus.htm
  3. I am a great sponge.  And no, I don't mean sponge as in mooch.  I retain knowledge (on topics of interest) like American Idol retains viewers.  I don't understand why either of them occurs, they just do.
  4. I am pretty good on stage.  (Also reference number one.)  Four years of spending time on some sort of stage at least 4 times a week gave me the confidence to get up there and go crazy.  Little hint:  It doesn't always matter if you're good.  If you have the stones to be up there and you look like you're having fun, people will pay more attention to the fact that you're having a blast than the fact that you might have missed a step.
  5. Last, but certainly not least.  I'm a good mom.  I don't think that really needs an explanation.

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QotD: Happy President's Day!

Ever run for office?  (School, club, organization, politics, etc.)  Did you get elected?

My brief foray into politics, although only school politics were as follows:

Back in the 9th grade, when 9th graders were the kings and queens of ther domain, back when freshmen were the top and not the bottom of the totem pole, I was a member of the Pep Club.  If you know me now, you know how friggin goofy that sounds.  I can't remember if it was exclusively the freshmen that were allowed to join, but I tend to believe this was the way it was.  I guess I was fairly well known at school, of course it helped that I stood out as one of a handful of black kids at our school.  At any rate, the PC needed a president and more than anyone, my favorite English teacher, Mrs. Cocciolone, encouraged me to run. (It's pronounced like 'leave the coach alone' in case you were wondering.)  I never questioned her motives at the time, but I have an idea that there was a reason.

Only one other person decided to run for president.  Her name was Shane Santini.  I'm sure you're well aware, especially in a junior high situation, that there are "the cool girls".  Shane was one of them.  Once I found out that she was running, I figured that I didn't have a chance.  But on that election day, I learned something.  Two things, actually.  One, everyone doesn't like the cool girls.  Two, teachers don't always like the cool girls.  I really think Mrs. C pushed me to run simply because I wasn't a troublemaker…or at least the kind of troublemaker that was a headache for teachers.

So, between the votes of my friends and whatever the teachers did to the ballot box, I became the new Pep Club president.  My first order of business was to award the ""Spirit Stick" to the grade that was the loudest at the next pep rally.  I was scared crapless as I now had to get on the microphone, in front of the entire school, and speak.  It turned out okay.  I think that really helped me with my public speaking and just flat out acting silly in front of many, many people.  Thanks, Mrs. C.

My second trip wasn't nearly as exciting or even interesting.  Our senior class needed a president, vice, secretary and treasurer.  While we were a pretty intelligent class, no one was really interested in this sort of thing.  One  person ended up running for each position.  Hence, I was the class secretary.  BORING!

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