1/3 cup water
About 1 cup hot red pepper sauce (recommended: Texas Pete)
2 cups self-rising flour
1 teaspoon pepper
House seasoning, recipe follows
1 (1 to 2 1/2-pound) chicken, cut into pieces
Oil, for frying, preferably peanut oil
1 cup salt
1/4 cup black pepper
1/4 cup garlic powder
In a medium size bowl, beat the eggs with the water. Add enough hot sauce so the egg mixture is bright orange. In another bowl, combine the flour and pepper. Season the chicken with the house seasoning. Dip the seasoned chicken in the egg, and then coat well in the flour mixture.
Heat the oil to 350 degrees F in a deep pot. Do not fill the pot more than 1/2 full with oil.
Fry the chicken in the oil until brown and crisp. Dark meat takes longer then white meat. It should take…
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‘What if it were your pet? Would you still eat it then?’ This rallying cry of vegetarians and vegans against meat-eating has always had its heart in the right place, but often fails to make an impact, with food animals always so inherently other when compared with pets. Enter the eponymous star of Okja. Structurally, Okja resembles a pig/hippo hybrid, bred as she is for eventual consumption, but in mannerisms, she’s pure dog. It’s an ingenious, if manipulative, conceit from Bong Joon-Ho and writer Jon Ronson, blurring the line between friend and food in a thought-provoking, but rarely preachy, sci-fi take on the horrors of the meat industry.
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- 1.8kg piece of rolled and tied pork loin with the skin scored
- 2 garlic cloves, sliced into thin slivers
- small bunch rosemary , broken into small sprigs
- 3 bay leaves, torn
- 1 onion, roughly chopped
- 1 large carrot, chopped
- 1 Bramley apple, peeled, quartered, cored and roughly sliced
- 1 tbsp sunflower oil
- 2 tbsp plain flour
- 100ml good quality cider
- 500ml vegetable or chicken stock
- If you have time, rub salt in the pork skin 2 hours before cooking and leave it uncovered in the fridge. Heat the oven to 230C/210C fan/gas 8. Turn the pork rind-side down and with a small knife make about 6 deep incisions along the meat. Poke a sliver of garlic, a piece of rosemary and bay in each incision and turn the pork the right way up. If you didn’t salt the pork earlier salt the skin now.
- Mix the carrot, onion and apple and scatter along the middle…
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I’ve done more self-reflecting in the past year than I have the whole rest of my life. Probably the biggest realization I’ve come to is that I need to purge my life of toxic people. Far too often, I’ve found myself making excuses for them, breaking my back for them, and allowing myself to be controlled by them. Once I open up to someone, it’s hard for me to close the door. I’ve realized this is a problem for me, and I’ve decided that enough is enough: there will be no more for them.
Recently, I’ve closed a door on someone who has manipulated me for two and a half years. He is the definition of a narcissistic sociopath. He pretended to care, so I took him at his word and trusted him. He pulled the wool over my eyes. He was full of compliments, exciting ideas, smiles, and charisma. I…
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I didn’t know how else to start this post, other than with this preface. I’m looking back at the notes I wrote on the day, and I am dismayed. Intellectually, I know TMS may not be my miracle treatment; intellectually, I know this has become more about the journey than the final results. Still, I can’t help but feel, though I’m doing all I can to be well, that any level of backslide is a letdown to my readers. It’s a product of our society; we crave that happy ending. That neatly tied up conclusion. Fair warning, there is a degree of struggle in this post. I never promised a perfect, linear course; nonetheless, given the aforementioned, I wanted to give that heads up. I’m still here, still writing in the present day…that’s about all the comfort I can give at the moment. I guess it’s important to note that…
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Startups. We see then all around, we read about the most fantastic and oftentimes unbelievable rags to riches stories, and thus the Startup is one glorified place to go work.
Statistics Tell a Horrid, BUT Truthful Tale
Statistically, the failure rate of Startups far exceeds the rate of success. Pity then that not much is really said of startups that fail, why they fail, how they fail. In their failure, complicit are the ones promoting the startups, the ones who fund them, the ones who value them, the ones who deal with them and the ones who run them. Perhaps that’s reason enough to write about this. Perhaps I will be serving some greater purpose, by sharing my experiences with startups. Some my own ventures, some ventures I know about, and some ventures I have worked with, either directly or indirectly. Let it serve as a heads up to people looking…
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Being a mom comes with a guarantee that you will be tired for the REST OF YOUR LIFE.
Okay, I’m not sure about the rest of your life because my oldest child is two. I am convinced though, I may never sleep again.
My youngest is about seven months old now and finally sleeping through the night. She only woke up about three-four times last night for a boobie. Alright, so maybe she doesn’t sleep through the night. Why do I keep telling people that? She doesn’t wake up screaming anymore and doesn’t need to be rocked, bounced, swung, fed, changed, and the witness of an animal sacrifice just to fall back asleep. Thank God, we were running out of chickens.
So WHY am I still so tired? I mean my daughter usually wakes up between 5-6 am and my son usually wakes up between 6-7 am. With my daughter only waking up three-four times at night that should be plenty of rest, right?
Now that I think of it, I am getting plenty of rest. We start our bedtime routine at 7 pm usually. I don’t have super-mom powers, so sometimes it’s 8 pm..9 pm. Whatever, quit judging me. It doesn’t matter what time I start our bedtime routine because my son HATES SLEEP. If we happen to start our routine at seven and are in bed before eight, my son will usually fall asleep pretty quick. By pretty quick I mean around midnight.
Let’s recap. I’m getting plenty of sleep.
Falling asleep around midnight, waking up three-four times with the baby throughout the night, then waking up between 5 and 6 am. Okay, I am seriously not seeing the problem. Even if I was not getting enough sleep at night it’s not like I do anything during the day except lay around. I’m a stay at home mom for goodness sake.
The only things I do all day with the kids is feed, bathe, dress, play with, teach, read to, care for, and change their diapers. Then I only do a few things around the house, such as cook, clean, laundry, dishes, vacuum, and sweep. None of these few things I do all day are tiring. I should have plenty of energy to accomplish those things I might do that day.
Since we are lazy moms, why not do all of our shopping online?
I absolutely can not wrap my mind around why I am so tired! Maybe I am oversleeping. Maybe I have too much time to myself. I can usually go pee by myself once a day and get a shower every three days. That has to be the problem. I am relaxing too much. A body at rest tends to stay at rest, right? I’m pretty sure I just hit you with some physics.
I guess I will never know why I am so damn tired. It’s okay though, that is why God invented coffee. That is why God invented Starbucks. God invented coffee for moms. For lazy moms who oversleep and do nothing, like me!
Are you a tired mom? Are you like me and have absolutely no idea why you are so tired? Tell me in the comments!
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Yesterday, when I walked in the park, I met this lady. She wore shades of purple paisley, and appeared to me to be splendiferously dandy. And her accent was French and clipped with American, as she asked me if I recognised her. I said no – for she was the perfect stranger to my eyes. And then she laughed, and replied: Excellent! So my disguise is working after all (for certain, she’d had her doubts about this). Please tell me, who are you? I asked her. Shhh… she said. Now that would be telling wouldn’t it?
Masks and Costumes.Volume I
Pause transmision. Vigilance.