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Month: November 2013

Photo Friday: Chocolate Friday

The day after Thanksgiving, I stay snug inside and up to my elbows in chocolate. This year I’ll have two daughters, two friends, and 10 children helping.  I’m hoping the men will get the tree up while confectioners work.

Talking Turkey about Diabetes and the Maillard Reaction

“If only people knew about the Malliard Reaction,” I say to anyone who will listen.  “They would understand why avoiding diabetes is so important.  And if it’s too late, controlling blood sugar is essential.”

What’s the Malliard Reaction?

English: A Thanksgiving turkey that had been s...
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Oven roasted turkey:  Yum, Yum.


Crusty rolls warm from the oven.  Mmmm…mmm.


Gravy made from turkey roux… Uhhh, huh.


Melt-in-your-mouth flaky pie crust and caramelized pecan pie.  Smack-smack.


What makes these tasty Thanksgiving day dishes taste so good?

STEM A Fathom Event The Day of The Doctor


The Doctor has changed appearance ten distinct...

My first Fathom Event:  Dr. Who Day of the Doctor in 3-D.  Was it worth it?  Heck Yes!

Loved-One is a fan of Doctor Who.  Not a Johnny-come-lately fan, Loved-One can name all the companions since Romana I, Roman II, who came out of nowhere with no explanation, and K-9, Loved-One’s favorite companion.  And what about his favorite Doctor?  Tom Baker, hands down.  Tom Baker and his crazy 10 foot scarf.

I’m a late comer.  I started with Christopher Eccleston as The Doctor and Rose (Billie Piper)  as his companion.  The Empty Child pointed out a big difference between British television and American.  British children die.  Lots of British children die.

I’m crazy about Doctor Who; my favorite re-generation is David Tennant.  I cannot decide which companion I like the most:  Is it Rose, or Amy and Rory, or Clara, or maybe Martha.  Jack Harkness

Jingle Balls, Jingle Balls, Jingle All the Way

I saw this K-mart commercial on TV a couple days ago. The hand bells are a much under-appreciated choir.  Some of those bells are really heavy, too. I thought the ad was cute right up until everyone began ringing their balls, I mean bells at the same time.  That’s when my mind’s eye traveled south of Christmas.  What are all those bell-clappers banging against?  And that final high pitched bell at the end of the song… What DO I think of that? Now I feel naughty.  I watched this video more than once, trying to figure out whether it’s cute,…

Veterans Day: Part 5, WWI Soldier Comes Home

This is Day 5 of Frank Zyber’s memories of WWI.  This is the last in the series.  If you’ve missed Day 1-4, you might want to click on the related articles.  You won’t want to miss what I think is his visit to a cat house.  Today’s recollection continues with Grandpa’s experience at Fort Custard.

It was a cold round ride and what seemed like ten mils before we reached a place that had what looked like new buildings and very dark everywhere.  We were told to get off and find a building that was open and get in and make the most of it.  We found one and after getting in and by the light of a match now and then we found a hot air furnace, but no fuel or beds.  Looked around out of doors, but all we found was a stack of iron beds along side of the building and they were covered with ice and snow.  They were of the folding type and had to be jerked, pulled and pried to get them apart and taken in and set up.  No mattresses or covering of any kind and we

Veterans Day: Part 4, Recollections of a WWI Veteran

My grandfather, Frank Zyber, got recruited into the military band during WWI.  These are his memories, typed by him when he was in his nineties.  This week I transcribed them for all to read.  Today, I added a few paragraph breaks just to make his writing a little easier for on-screen reading.  If you are new with this post, please go back to the “related posts” to catch up on the Spanish flu and Grandpa joining the military. [The military band] was a group of forty two musicians and there were four of us in the tuba section and two…

Veterans Day: Part 3 of Recollections of a WWI Veteran

This is Day 3 of transcribing my grandfather’s memories of World War I, the War to End all Wars.  These are Frank Zyber’s words, as he typed them somewhere around age 95.  My last post ended when Frank said goodbye to his dad and boarded the train. We were going to Detroit to the Delray Station, then change to the Pennsylvania Central and to Baltimore.  It was not a troop train but an elegant passenger train with club car, diner and sleepers.  The food was good but I was wondering if I would be able to sleep in the sleeping…

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