[RecipesAndMore] crabby old man
Hi there all, i received this a few days ago, a bit sad but very thought provoking and thought some of you would like this. CRABBY OLD MAN When an old man died in the geriatric ward of a nursing home in North Platte, Nebraska , it was believed that he had nothing left of any value. Later, when the nurses were going through his meager possessions, they found this poem. Its quality and content so impressed the staff that copies were made and distributed to every nurse in the hospital. One nurse took her copy to Missouri . The old man's sole bequest to posterity has since appeared in the Christmas edition of the News Magazine of the St. Louis Association for Mental Health. A slide presentation has also been made based on his simple, but eloquent, poem. And this little old man, with nothing left to give to the world, is now the author of this 'anonymous' poem winging across the Internet. Crabby Old Man What do you see nurses? . . . . . What do you see? What are you thinking . . . . . . . . when you're looking at me? A crabby old man . . . . . . . . . . . . not very wise, Uncertain of habit . . . . . . . . . . . . with faraway eyes? Who dribbles his food . . . . . . . . . . . and makes no reply. When you say in a loud voice . . . . . 'I do wish you'd try!' Who seems not to notice . . . . . . . . . the things that you do. And forever is losing . . . . . . . . . . . . A sock or shoe? Who, resisting or not . . . . . . . . . . . lets you do as you will, With bathing and feeding . . . . . . . The long day to fill? Is that what you're thinking? . . . . . Is that what you see? Then open your eyes, nurse . . . . . you're not looking at me. I'll tell you who I am. . . . . . . . As I sit here so still, As I do at your bidding, . . . . . as I eat at your will. I'm a small child of Ten . . . . . with a father and mother, Brothers and sisters . . . . . . . who love one another. A young boy of Sixteen . . . . . . with wings on his feet. Dreaming that soon now . . . . . a lover he'll meet. A groom soon at Twenty . . . . . my heart gives a leap. Remembering, the vows . . . . . that I promised to keep.. At Twenty-Five, now . . . . . . I have young of my own. Who need me to guide . . . . And a secure happy home. A man of Thirty . . . . . . . . . . My young now grown fast, Bound to each other . . . . . . With ties that should last. At Forty, my young sons . . . . . . . . . have grown and are gone, But my woman's beside me . . . . . . to see I don't mourn. At Fifty, once more, babies play . . . 'round my knee, Again, we know children . . . . . . . . . My loved one and me. Dark days are upon me . . . . . . . . . my wife is now dead. I look at the future . . . . . . . . . . . . . shudder with dread. For my young are all rearing . . . . . young of their own. And I think of the years . . . .. . . . . . and the love that I've known. I'm now an old man . . . . . . . . . and nature is cruel. Tis jest to make old age . . . . . . look like a fool. The body, it crumbles . . . . . . . . grace and vigor, depart. There is now a stone . . . . . . . . . where I once had a heart. But inside this old carcass . . . . . a young guy still dwells, And now and again . . . . . . . . . . my battered heart swells. I remember the joys . . . . . . . . . . I remember the pain. And I'm loving and living . . . . . . life over again. I think of the years, all too few .. . . . . . gone too fast. And accept the stark fact . . . . . . . . . . that nothing can last. So open your eyes, people . . . . . . . . open and see. Not a crabby old man . . . . . . . . . . . . . Look closer . . . see ME!! Remember this poem when you next meet an older person who you might brush aside without looking at the young soul within. We will all, one day, be there, too! The best and most beautiful things of this world can't be seen or touched. They must be felt by the heart. Have a great day! Kay --~--~-~--~~~---~--~~ Access the Recipes And More list archives at: http://www.mail-archive.com/recipesandmore%40googlegroups.com/ Visit the group home page at: http://groups.google.com/group/RecipesAndMore -~--~~~~--~~--~--~---
[RecipesAndMore] CLINTON CHOCOLATE CHIP COOKIES
CLINTON CHOCOLATE CHIP COOKIES 1 1/2 cup flour 1 teaspoon salt 1 teaspoon baking soda 1 cup shortening 1 cup brown sugar 1/2 cup sugar 1 teaspoon vanilla 2 eggs 2 cups oats 1 teaspoon vanilla 12 ounce chocolate chips Preheat oven to 350 degrees. Combine flour, salt, and baking soda. Beat together shortening, sugars and vanilla until creamy. Add eggs, beating until light and fluffy. Gradually beat in flour mixture and rolled oats. Stir in chocolate chips. Drop batter by well-rounded teaspoons onto cookie sheet. Bake 8 to 10 minutes or until cookies are done. Cool cookies on sheets for two minutes before placing them on wire racks for further cooling. Crowd Pleaser --~--~-~--~~~---~--~~ Access the Recipes And More list archives at: http://www.mail-archive.com/recipesandmore%40googlegroups.com/ Visit the group home page at: http://groups.google.com/group/RecipesAndMore -~--~~~~--~~--~--~---
[RecipesAndMore] PEACH BUFFET SALAD
PEACH BUFFET SALAD 2 cups peach slices 8 to 10 maraschino cherries 1 package lemon gelatin 1/2 cup chopped celery 1/2 cup chopped pecans 1 cup cottage cheese 1 cup evaporated milk 2 tablespoons lemon juice Drain peaches, reserving 1 cup juice. Arrange some peach slices and cherries in petal form around a 1 1/2-quart ring mold. Dissolve gelatin in hot peach juice; let set until thick. Fold in celery, pecans, remaining peaches and cheese. Chill milk in freezer until ice crystals form. Beat until stiff. Add lemon juice; beat until very stiff. Fold milk into gelatin mixture. Pour into mold. Chill until firm. Enjoy. --~--~-~--~~~---~--~~ Access the Recipes And More list archives at: http://www.mail-archive.com/recipesandmore%40googlegroups.com/ Visit the group home page at: http://groups.google.com/group/RecipesAndMore -~--~~~~--~~--~--~---
[RecipesAndMore] MORAVIAN CAKE
MORAVIAN CAKE 2 cups all-purpose flour 4 teaspoons baking powder 1/2 cup shortening 2 cups white sugar 2 eggs 2 cups milk 1/2 cup butter or margarine 1/2 cup brown sugar Ground cinnamon 1/4 cup butter or margarine Combine flour, baking powder plus shortening, mix until crumbly. Add sugar, eggs, milk and mix thoroughly. Pour into two 8-inch round or square greased baking pans. Top with butter pieces size of lima beans, 2 inches apart. Sprinkle top with 1/4 cup brown sugar for each cake, sprinkle cinnamon on top. Bake at 375 degrees for 30 minutes. Enjoy. --~--~-~--~~~---~--~~ Access the Recipes And More list archives at: http://www.mail-archive.com/recipesandmore%40googlegroups.com/ Visit the group home page at: http://groups.google.com/group/RecipesAndMore -~--~~~~--~~--~--~---
[RecipesAndMore] AMERICAN CAFES HOUSE DRESSING
AMERICAN CAFES HOUSE DRESSING 1 1/4 cups real mayonnaise 1/4-cup buttermilk 1-teaspoons onion powder 1/2-teaspoons garlic powder 1/4-teaspoons garlic salt 1/4-teaspoons salt 1 cup minced carrots (chopped finely) 1/2 cups minced parsley Mix everything together and chill until serving time. This doesn't save very well because of the fresh parsley carrots, but it will last a day or two. If you do the carrots in a food processor, you might try rinsing them in a sieve under cold running water and then draining before combining with the other ingredients. Otherwise, they will cause this dressing/dip to have an orange tint. This is served with all kinds of things at the American cafe from crudités, to salads, to roast beef pate sandwiches. It's extremely versatile and extremely delicious! A Great Meal Idea! --~--~-~--~~~---~--~~ Access the Recipes And More list archives at: http://www.mail-archive.com/recipesandmore%40googlegroups.com/ Visit the group home page at: http://groups.google.com/group/RecipesAndMore -~--~~~~--~~--~--~---
[RecipesAndMore] BOLITAS DE CHOCOLATE MEXICANO (Mexican Chocolate Balls)
BOLINAS DE CHOCOLATE MEXICAN (Mexican Chocolate Balls) 2 circular tablets (3 ounces) Mexican chocolate, finely-ground 3 cups powdered sugar 1 cup sweetened condensed milk 1/4 teaspoon salt 1 teaspoon vanilla extract 1/2 cup almonds, finely-chopped Combine chocolate, powdered sugar, milk, salt and vanilla. Mix thoroughly. Shape into one-inch balls. Roll in nuts. Crowd Pleaser --~--~-~--~~~---~--~~ Access the Recipes And More list archives at: http://www.mail-archive.com/recipesandmore%40googlegroups.com/ Visit the group home page at: http://groups.google.com/group/RecipesAndMore -~--~~~~--~~--~--~---
[RecipesAndMore] Triple Chippers
Triple Chippers 1 1/2 cups packed brown sugar 1 cup granulated sugar 1 cup butter or regular margarine, softened 1 cup shortening 2 tsp vanilla 2 eggs 3 3/4 cups all purpose flour 2 tsp baking soda 1 tsp salt 1 1/2 cups white baking chips 1/2 cups butterscotch-flavored chips 1 bag (6 ounces) semi-sweet chocolate chips (1 cup) Heat oven to 350 F. Mix sugars, butter, shortening, vanilla, and eggs in a large bowl with electric mixer on medium speed, or mix with a wooden spoon. Mix until creamy. Stir in flour, baking soda, and salt. Stir in white, butterscotch, and the chocolate chips. Drop dough by 1/4 cupfuls about 3 inches apart onto ungreased cookie sheets. Bake for 12 to 15 minutes or until light golden brown. Cool 4 minutes. Remove from cookie sheets to wire racks to cool completely. Yield: About 26 cookies. Enjoy. --~--~-~--~~~---~--~~ Access the Recipes And More list archives at: http://www.mail-archive.com/recipesandmore%40googlegroups.com/ Visit the group home page at: http://groups.google.com/group/RecipesAndMore -~--~~~~--~~--~--~---
[RecipesAndMore] Lucy
Lucy When a tornado touched down in a small town nearby, many families were left devastated. Afterward, all the local newspapers carried many human-interest stories featuring some of the families who suffered the hardest. One Sunday, a particular picture especially touched me. A young woman stood in front of a totally demolished mobile home, an anguished expression twisting her features. A young boy, seven or eight years old, stood at her side, eyes downcast. Clutching at her skirt was a tiny girl who stared into the camera, eyes wide with confusion and fear. The article that accompanied the picture gave the clothing sizes of each family member. With growing interest, I noticed that their sizes closely matched ours. This would be a good opportunity to teach my children to help those less fortunate than themselves. I taped the picture of the young family to our refrigerator, explaining their plight to my seven-year-old twins, Brad and Brett, and to three-year-old Meghan. We have so much, and these poor people now have nothing, I said. We'll share what we have with them. I brought three large boxes down from the attic and placed them on the living room floor. Meghan watched solemnly as the boys and I filled one of the boxes with canned goods and other nonperishable foods, soap and other assorted toiletries. While I sorted through our clothes, I encouraged the boys to go through their toys and donate some of their less favorite things. Meghan watched quietly as the boys piled up discarded toys and games. I'll help you find something for the little girl when I'm done with this, I said. The boys placed the toys they had chosen to donate into one of the boxes while I filled the third box with clothes. Meghan walked up with Lucy, her worn, faded, frazzled, much-loved rag doll hugged tightly to her chest. She paused in front of the box that held the toys, pressed her round little face into Lucy's flat, painted-on-face, gave her a final kiss, then laid her gently on top of the other toys. Oh, Honey, I said. You don't have to give Lucy. You love her so much. Meghan nodded solemnly, eyes glistening with held-back tears. Lucy makes me happy, Mommy. Maybe she'll make that other little girl happy, too. Swallowing hard, I stared at Meghan for a long moment, wondering how I could teach the boys the lesson she had just taught me. For I suddenly realized that anyone can give their cast-offs away. True generosity is giving that which you cherish most. Honest benevolence is a three-year-old offering a treasured, albeit shabby doll to a little girl she doesn't know with the hope that it will bring this child as much pleasure as it brought her. I, who had wanted to teach, had been taught. The boys had watched, open-mouthed, as their baby sister placed her favorite doll in the box. Without a word, Brad rose and went to his room. He came back carrying one of his favorite action figures. He hesitated briefly, clutching the toy, then looked over at Meghan and placed it in the box next to Lucy. A slow smile spread across Brett's face, then he jumped up, eyes twinkling as he ran to retrieve some of his prized Matchbox cars. Amazed, I realized that the boys had also recognized what little Meghan's gesture meant. Swallowing back tears, I pulled all three of them into my arms. Taking the cue from my little one, I removed my old tan jacket with the frayed cuffs from the box of clothes. I replaced it with the new hunter green jacket that I had found on sale last week. I hoped the young woman in the picture would love it as much as I did. It's easy to give that which we don't want anymore, but harder to let go of something that we cherish, isn't it? --~--~-~--~~~---~--~~ Access the Recipes And More list archives at: http://www.mail-archive.com/recipesandmore%40googlegroups.com/ Visit the group home page at: http://groups.google.com/group/RecipesAndMore -~--~~~~--~~--~--~---
[RecipesAndMore] Re: crabby old man
Thanks Kay, Great Post! - Original Message - From: kay dear To: RecipesAndMore@googlegroups.com Cc: jackscrims...@gmail.com ; hope scrimshaw Sent: Thursday, August 20, 2009 11:58 AM Subject: [RecipesAndMore] crabby old man Hi there all, i received this a few days ago, a bit sad but very thought provoking and thought some of you would like this. CRABBY OLD MAN When an old man died in the geriatric ward of a nursing home in North Platte, Nebraska , it was believed that he had nothing left of any value. Later, when the nurses were going through his meager possessions, they found this poem. Its quality and content so impressed the staff that copies were made and distributed to every nurse in the hospital. One nurse took her copy to Missouri . The old man's sole bequest to posterity has since appeared in the Christmas edition of the News Magazine of the St. Louis Association for Mental Health. A slide presentation has also been made based on his simple, but eloquent, poem. And this little old man, with nothing left to give to the world, is now the author of this 'anonymous' poem winging across the Internet. Crabby Old Man What do you see nurses? . . . . . What do you see? What are you thinking . . . . . . . . when you're looking at me? A crabby old man . . . . . . . . . . . . not very wise, Uncertain of habit . . . . . . . . . . . . with faraway eyes? Who dribbles his food . . . . . . . . . . . and makes no reply. When you say in a loud voice . . . . . 'I do wish you'd try!' Who seems not to notice . . . . . . . . . the things that you do. And forever is losing . . . . . . . . . . . . A sock or shoe? Who, resisting or not . . . . . . . . . . . lets you do as you will, With bathing and feeding . . . . . . . The long day to fill? Is that what you're thinking? . . . . . Is that what you see? Then open your eyes, nurse . . . . . you're not looking at me. I'll tell you who I am. . . . . . . . As I sit here so still, As I do at your bidding, . . . . . as I eat at your will. I'm a small child of Ten . . . . . with a father and mother, Brothers and sisters . . . . . . . who love one another. A young boy of Sixteen . . . . . . with wings on his feet. Dreaming that soon now . . . . . a lover he'll meet. A groom soon at Twenty . . . . . my heart gives a leap. Remembering, the vows . . . . . that I promised to keep.. At Twenty-Five, now . . . . . . I have young of my own. Who need me to guide . . . . And a secure happy home. A man of Thirty . . . . . . . . . . My young now grown fast, Bound to each other . . . . . . With ties that should last. At Forty, my young sons . . . . . . . . . have grown and are gone, But my woman's beside me . . . . . . to see I don't mourn. At Fifty, once more, babies play . . . 'round my knee, Again, we know children . . . . . . . . . My loved one and me. Dark days are upon me . . . . . . . . . my wife is now dead. I look at the future . . . . . . . . . . . . . shudder with dread. For my young are all rearing . . . . . young of their own. And I think of the years . . . .. . . . . . and the love that I've known. I'm now an old man . . . . . . . . . and nature is cruel. Tis jest to make old age . . . . . . look like a fool. The body, it crumbles . . . . . . . . grace and vigor, depart. There is now a stone . . . . . . . . . where I once had a heart. But inside this old carcass . . . . . a young guy still dwells, And now and again . . . . . . . . . . my battered heart swells. I remember the joys . . . . . . . . . . I remember the pain. And I'm loving and living . . . . . . life over again. I think of the years, all too few .. . . . . . gone too fast. And accept the stark fact . . . . . . . . . . that nothing can last. So open your eyes, people . . . . . . . . open and see. Not a crabby old man . . . . . . . . . . . . . Look closer . . . see ME!! Remember this poem when you next meet an older person who you might brush aside without looking at the young soul within. We will all, one day, be there, too! The best and most beautiful things of this world can't be seen or touched. They must be felt by the heart. Have a great day! Kay --~--~-~--~~~---~--~~ Access the Recipes And More list archives at: http://www.mail-archive.com/recipesandmore%40googlegroups.com/ Visit the group home page at: http://groups.google.com/group/RecipesAndMore -~--~~~~--~~--~--~---
[RecipesAndMore] Simple Strawberry Mousse
Simple Strawberry Mousse 2 cups quartered strawberries 3 tablespoons sugar 1/2 cup low-fat sour cream 1 1/2 cups frozen reduced-calorie whipped topping, thawed Combine the strawberries and sugar in a blender, and process until smooth. Combine strawberry puree and sour cream in a large bowl, stirring well with a whisk. Fold whipped topping into strawberry mixture. Spoon into 6 (6-ounce) custard cups. Cover and freeze 4 hours or until firm. Yield: 6 servings. --~--~-~--~~~---~--~~ Access the Recipes And More list archives at: http://www.mail-archive.com/recipesandmore%40googlegroups.com/ Visit the group home page at: http://groups.google.com/group/RecipesAndMore -~--~~~~--~~--~--~---
[RecipesAndMore] Gingerbread Scones
Gingerbread Scones Moist scones with a festive gingerbread flavor were a delightful second course at our ladies' luncheon. They are a scrumptious treat with tea or coffee-and especially nice to serve around Christmas SERVINGS: 12 CATEGORY: Breads METHOD: Baked TIME: Prep: 20 min. Bake: 15 min. Ingredients: 2 cups all-purpose flour 3 tablespoons brown sugar 2 teaspoons baking powder 1 teaspoon ground ginger 1/2 teaspoon baking soda 1/2 teaspoon salt 1/2 teaspoon ground cinnamon 1/4 cup cold butter 1/3 cup molasses 1/4 cup milk 1 egg, separated Sugar Directions: In a large bowl, combine flour, brown sugar, baking powder, ginger, baking soda, salt and cinnamon. Cut in butter until mixture resembles coarse crumbs. In a small bowl, combine the molasses, milk and egg yolk until smooth; stir into the flour mixture just until moistened. Turn the dough onto a floured surface; knead gently 6-8 times. Pat into an 8-in. circle; cut into 12 wedges and place 1 in. apart on a greased baking sheet. Beat egg white until frothy; brush over scones. Sprinkle with sugar. Bake at 400° for 12-15 minutes or until golden brown. Remove from pan to wire rack. Serve warm. Yield: 1 dozen. Enjoy. --~--~-~--~~~---~--~~ Access the Recipes And More list archives at: http://www.mail-archive.com/recipesandmore%40googlegroups.com/ Visit the group home page at: http://groups.google.com/group/RecipesAndMore -~--~~~~--~~--~--~---
[RecipesAndMore] Re: Refreshing Thoughts
Smiles, Thanks - Original Message - From: Marilyn DeWeese To: 2006christmasreci...@yahoogroups.com Cc: RecipesAndMore@googlegroups.com Sent: Thursday, August 20, 2009 2:11 PM Subject: [RecipesAndMore] Refreshing Thoughts Refreshing Thoughts So long as the bee is outside the petals of the lily, and has not tasted the sweetness of its honey, it hovers around the flower emitting the buzzing sound; but when it is inside the flower, it noiselessly drinks the nectar. So long as a man quarrels and disputes about doctrines and dogmas, he has not tasted the nectar of true faith; when he has tasted it, he becomes quiet and full of peace. ---Sri Ramakrishna --~--~-~--~~~---~--~~ Access the Recipes And More list archives at: http://www.mail-archive.com/recipesandmore%40googlegroups.com/ Visit the group home page at: http://groups.google.com/group/RecipesAndMore -~--~~~~--~~--~--~---
[RecipesAndMore] Re: crabby old man
Hi there, yay i'm glad you liked it, thought you would. hugs - Original Message - From: steve doyle To: recipesandmore@googlegroups.com Sent: Thursday, August 20, 2009 4:01 PM Subject: [RecipesAndMore] Re: crabby old man Thanks Kay, Great Post! - Original Message - From: kay dear To: RecipesAndMore@googlegroups.com Cc: jackscrims...@gmail.com ; hope scrimshaw Sent: Thursday, August 20, 2009 11:58 AM Subject: [RecipesAndMore] crabby old man Hi there all, i received this a few days ago, a bit sad but very thought provoking and thought some of you would like this. CRABBY OLD MAN When an old man died in the geriatric ward of a nursing home in North Platte, Nebraska , it was believed that he had nothing left of any value. Later, when the nurses were going through his meager possessions, they found this poem. Its quality and content so impressed the staff that copies were made and distributed to every nurse in the hospital. One nurse took her copy to Missouri . The old man's sole bequest to posterity has since appeared in the Christmas edition of the News Magazine of the St. Louis Association for Mental Health. A slide presentation has also been made based on his simple, but eloquent, poem. And this little old man, with nothing left to give to the world, is now the author of this 'anonymous' poem winging across the Internet. Crabby Old Man What do you see nurses? . . . . . What do you see? What are you thinking . . . . . . . . when you're looking at me? A crabby old man . . . . . . . . . . . . not very wise, Uncertain of habit . . . . . . . . . . . . with faraway eyes? Who dribbles his food . . . . . . . . . . . and makes no reply. When you say in a loud voice . . . . . 'I do wish you'd try!' Who seems not to notice . . . . . . . . . the things that you do. And forever is losing . . . . . . . . . . . . A sock or shoe? Who, resisting or not . . . . . . . . . . . lets you do as you will, With bathing and feeding . . . . . . . The long day to fill? Is that what you're thinking? . . . . . Is that what you see? Then open your eyes, nurse . . . . . you're not looking at me. I'll tell you who I am. . . . . . . . As I sit here so still, As I do at your bidding, . . . . . as I eat at your will. I'm a small child of Ten . . . . . with a father and mother, Brothers and sisters . . . . . . . who love one another. A young boy of Sixteen . . . . . . with wings on his feet. Dreaming that soon now . . . . . a lover he'll meet. A groom soon at Twenty . . . . . my heart gives a leap. Remembering, the vows . . . . . that I promised to keep.. At Twenty-Five, now . . . . . . I have young of my own. Who need me to guide . . . . And a secure happy home. A man of Thirty . . . . . . . . . . My young now grown fast, Bound to each other . . . . . . With ties that should last. At Forty, my young sons . . . . . . . . . have grown and are gone, But my woman's beside me . . . . . . to see I don't mourn. At Fifty, once more, babies play . . . 'round my knee, Again, we know children . . . . . . . . . My loved one and me. Dark days are upon me . . . . . . . . . my wife is now dead. I look at the future . . . . . . . . . . . . . shudder with dread. For my young are all rearing . . . . . young of their own. And I think of the years . . . .. . . . . . and the love that I've known. I'm now an old man . . . . . . . . . and nature is cruel. Tis jest to make old age . . . . . . look like a fool. The body, it crumbles . . . . . . . . grace and vigor, depart. There is now a stone . . . . . . . . . where I once had a heart. But inside this old carcass . . . . . a young guy still dwells, And now and again . . . . . . . . . . my battered heart swells. I remember the joys . . . . . . . . . . I remember the pain. And I'm loving and living . . . . . . life over again. I think of the years, all too few .. . . . . . gone too fast. And accept the stark fact . . . . . . . . . . that nothing can last. So open your eyes, people . . . . . . . . open and see. Not a crabby old man . . . . . . . . . . . . . Look closer . . . see ME!! Remember this poem when you next meet an older person who you might brush aside without looking at the young soul within. We will all, one day, be there, too! The best and most beautiful things of this world can't be seen or touched. They must be felt by the heart. Have a great day! Kay --~--~-~--~~~---~--~~ Access the Recipes And More list archives at: http://www.mail-archive.com/recipesandmore%40googlegroups.com/ Visit the group home page at: http://groups.google.com/group/RecipesAndMore -~--~~~~--~~--~--~---
[RecipesAndMore] First posted Recipe!
Hey guys, I'm new here and here's my first post sharing some interesting information with you guys! Has the KFC recipe truly been revealed? Check out this article and tell me if you guys know the exact spices used. http://notecook.com/bread/best-multi-seed-homemade-bread-ever/ Waiting for your replies! Cyril --~--~-~--~~~---~--~~ Access the Recipes And More list archives at: http://www.mail-archive.com/recipesandmore%40googlegroups.com/ Visit the group home page at: http://groups.google.com/group/RecipesAndMore -~--~~~~--~~--~--~---
[RecipesAndMore] $500 In A Single Day!
Here's just a taste of what you'll find out... How to go from zero to $1,000 in 7 days http://www.easyinternetbiz.net/index.html --~--~-~--~~~---~--~~ Access the Recipes And More list archives at: http://www.mail-archive.com/recipesandmore%40googlegroups.com/ Visit the group home page at: http://groups.google.com/group/RecipesAndMore -~--~~~~--~~--~--~---
[RecipesAndMore] Re: First posted Recipe!
Hi and a warm welcome - Original Message - From: Cyrillo cyrill...@hotmail.com To: RecipesAndMore recipesandmore@googlegroups.com Sent: Thursday, August 20, 2009 5:31 PM Subject: [RecipesAndMore] First posted Recipe! Hey guys, I'm new here and here's my first post sharing some interesting information with you guys! Has the KFC recipe truly been revealed? Check out this article and tell me if you guys know the exact spices used. http://notecook.com/bread/best-multi-seed-homemade-bread-ever/ Waiting for your replies! Cyril --~--~-~--~~~---~--~~ Access the Recipes And More list archives at: http://www.mail-archive.com/recipesandmore%40googlegroups.com/ Visit the group home page at: http://groups.google.com/group/RecipesAndMore -~--~~~~--~~--~--~---
[RecipesAndMore] REASON, SEASON, OR LIFETIME FRIENDS?
REASON, SEASON, OR LIFETIME FRIENDS? People always come into your life for a reason, a season, or a lifetime. When you figure out which it is, you know exactly what to do. When someone is in your life for a REASON, it is usually to meet a need you have expressed outwardly or inwardly. They have come to assist you through a difficulty, or to provide you with guidance and support... to aid you physically, emotionally, or even spiritually. They may seem like a godsend, and they are. They are there for the reason you need them to be. Then, without any wrong doing on your part or at an inconvenient time, This person will say or do something to bring the relationship to an end. Sometimes they die. Sometimes they walk away. Sometimes they act up or out and force you to take a stand. What we must realize is that our need has been met, our desire fulfilled; their work is done. The prayer you sent up has been answered and it is now time to move on. When people come into your life for a SEASON, it is because your turn has come to share, grow, or learn. They may bring you an experience of peace or make you laugh. They may teach you something you have never done. They usually give you an unbelievable amount of joy. Believe it! It is real! But, only for a SEASON. And like Spring turns to Summer and Summer to Fall, the season eventually ends. LIFETIME relationships teach you a lifetime of lessons; Those things you must build upon in order to have a solid emotional foundation. Your job is to accept the lesson, love the person/people anyway, and put what you have learned to use in all other relationships and areas of your life. Thank you for being a part of my life... --~--~-~--~~~---~--~~ Access the Recipes And More list archives at: http://www.mail-archive.com/recipesandmore%40googlegroups.com/ Visit the group home page at: http://groups.google.com/group/RecipesAndMore -~--~~~~--~~--~--~---
[RecipesAndMore] DICTATORS' POACHED FISH
DICTATORS' POACHED FISH 1 1/2 pound(s) fish fillet 1 tablespoon(s) parsley, chopped 1 teaspoon(s) salt 1/4 teaspoon(s) pepper 1 teaspoon(s) dill weed, chopped 1 onion, chopped 4 lemon slices In a large skillet, heat to boiling 1 inch of water with all ingredients except fish. Place fish in a single layer in skillet. Cover and simmer until fish flakes easily (about 5 minutes). Try adding 2 tablespoons of vermouth (for standard serving size). Enjoy. --~--~-~--~~~---~--~~ Access the Recipes And More list archives at: http://www.mail-archive.com/recipesandmore%40googlegroups.com/ Visit the group home page at: http://groups.google.com/group/RecipesAndMore -~--~~~~--~~--~--~---
[RecipesAndMore] DICTATORS' POACHED FISH
DICTATORS' POACHED FISH 1 1/2 pound(s) fish fillet 1 tablespoon(s) parsley, chopped 1 teaspoon(s) salt 1/4 teaspoon(s) pepper 1 teaspoon(s) dill weed, chopped 1 onion, chopped 4 lemon slices In a large skillet, heat to boiling 1 inch of water with all ingredients except fish. Place fish in a single layer in skillet. Cover and simmer until fish flakes easily (about 5 minutes). Try adding 2 tablespoons of vermouth (for standard serving size). Enjoy. --~--~-~--~~~---~--~~ Access the Recipes And More list archives at: http://www.mail-archive.com/recipesandmore%40googlegroups.com/ Visit the group home page at: http://groups.google.com/group/RecipesAndMore -~--~~~~--~~--~--~---
[RecipesAndMore] GOLDEN FIG CAKE
GOLDEN FIG CAKE 1/2 cup sliced natural almonds 1 1/4 teaspoons soda 2/3 cup butter 4 eggs 1/3 cup sour cream 6 ounce package chopped dried figs 2 1/2 cups all purpose flour 1/4 teaspoon salt 1 cup light brown sugar, packed 2/3 cup orange marmalade 2/3 cup almond flavored liquor 1 carton confectioners' sugar Preheat oven to 350 degrees. Very generously butter 9-cup bundt pan, sprinkle with almonds, patting gently to cover side. Set aside. Mix flour, soda, and salt in small bowl, set aside. In large mixer bowl, cream butter plus sugar until light fluffy. Add eggs, 1 at a time, beating after each addition. Stir in marmalade plus sour cream, (mixture will look curdled) add flour mixture alternately with liquor (for non-alcoholic, can use orange juice instead of liquor, liquor if for flavoring alone, all alcohol is burned off when cooking blending well after each addition until batter is smooth. Stir in figs. Turn into prepared bundt pan; spread evenly. Bake 60-70 minutes or until wood pick inserted in center comes out clean. Remove from oven plus cool 10 minutes. Insert on wire rack plus cool completely. Enjoy. --~--~-~--~~~---~--~~ Access the Recipes And More list archives at: http://www.mail-archive.com/recipesandmore%40googlegroups.com/ Visit the group home page at: http://groups.google.com/group/RecipesAndMore -~--~~~~--~~--~--~---
[RecipesAndMore] Caramel Pecan Pound Cake
Caramel Pecan Pound Cake 1 cup butter no substitutes 2 1/4 cups packed brown sugar 1 cup sugar 5 eggs 3 teaspoons vanilla 3 cups flour 1/2 teaspoon salt 1 cup milk 1 cup finely chopped pecans confectioners sugar fresh fruit In a mixing bowl, cream butter. Gradually bean in the sugars, until light and fluffy. Add eggs, one at a time, beating well after each. Stir in vanilla. Combine the flour, baking powder and salt; add to the creamed mixture alternately with milk. Beat on low speed just until blended. Fold in pecans. Pour into a greased and floured 10 inch tube pan. Bake at 325 for 1 1/2 hours or until a toothpick inserted near the center comes out clean. Cool for 10 minutes before removing from pans to a wire rack to cool completely. Dust with confectioners sugar.serve with fruit if desired. __._,_.___s --~--~-~--~~~---~--~~ Access the Recipes And More list archives at: http://www.mail-archive.com/recipesandmore%40googlegroups.com/ Visit the group home page at: http://groups.google.com/group/RecipesAndMore -~--~~~~--~~--~--~---
[RecipesAndMore] Coconut Orange Cupcakes
Coconut Orange Cupcakes 1 cup sugar 2/3 cup vegetable oil 1 cup orange juice 2 eggs 3 cups flour 1 tablespoon baking powder 1 teaspoon baking soda 3/4 teaspoon salt 1 (11 ounce) can mandarin oranges, drained 1 cup vanilla or white chips Topping 1 cup flaked coconut 1/3 cup sugar 2 tablespoons butter, melted In a mixing bowl, combine the sugar, oil, sprinkle over cupcakes. Bake at 375 degrees F for 15-20 minutes or until golden brown.eggs and orange juice, mix well. Combine dry ingredients, stir into orange juice mixture just until moistened. Fold in oranges and chips. Fill greased or paper lined muffin cups two thirds full. Combine topping ingredients, sprinkle over cupcakes. Bake at 375 degrees for 15-20 minutes or until golden brown. Enjoy. --~--~-~--~~~---~--~~ Access the Recipes And More list archives at: http://www.mail-archive.com/recipesandmore%40googlegroups.com/ Visit the group home page at: http://groups.google.com/group/RecipesAndMore -~--~~~~--~~--~--~---
[RecipesAndMore] Hot Fudge Ice Cream Bars
Hot Fudge Ice Cream Bars 1 (16 ounce) can chocolate syrup 3/4 cup peanut butter 16 ice cream sandwiches 1 (12 ounce) container frozen whipped topping, thawed 1 cup salted peanuts Pour the chocolate syrup into a medium microwave safe bowl and microwave 2 minutes on high. Do not allow to boil. Stir peanut butter into hot chocolate until smooth. Allow to cool to room temperature. Line the bottom of a 9x13 inch dish with 8 ice cream sandwiches. Spread half the whipped topping over the sandwiches. Spoon half the chocolate mixture over that. Top with half the peanuts. Repeat layers. Freeze until firm, 1 hour. Cut into squares to serve. Enjoy. --~--~-~--~~~---~--~~ Access the Recipes And More list archives at: http://www.mail-archive.com/recipesandmore%40googlegroups.com/ Visit the group home page at: http://groups.google.com/group/RecipesAndMore -~--~~~~--~~--~--~---
[RecipesAndMore] Re: First posted Recipe!
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[RecipesAndMore] Hi
This is a test message. Hopefully, my settings in google groups have been changed and I can now post and get e-mail from this group. --~--~-~--~~~---~--~~ Access the Recipes And More list archives at: http://www.mail-archive.com/recipesandmore%40googlegroups.com/ Visit the group home page at: http://groups.google.com/group/RecipesAndMore -~--~~~~--~~--~--~---
[RecipesAndMore] Re: Hi
HI Jan, got the test Message, smiles Not sure why but even I had a few issues with Google, lets hope it settles down now, I'm on laptop wow had to learn lots of new moves, hahaha o well all things are sent to try us. - Original Message - From: Jan zarf2...@verizon.net To: Recipes RecipesAndMore@googlegroups.com Sent: Thursday, August 20, 2009 10:53 PM Subject: [RecipesAndMore] Hi This is a test message. Hopefully, my settings in google groups have been changed and I can now post and get e-mail from this group. --~--~-~--~~~---~--~~ Access the Recipes And More list archives at: http://www.mail-archive.com/recipesandmore%40googlegroups.com/ Visit the group home page at: http://groups.google.com/group/RecipesAndMore -~--~~~~--~~--~--~---
[RecipesAndMore] Get out the tissues.
Get out the tissues. To my dog loving friends... They told me the big black Lab's name was Reggie as I looked at him lying in his pen. the shelter was clean, no-kill, and the people really friendly. I'd only been in the area for six months, but everywhere I went in the small college town, people were welcoming and open. Everyone waves when you pass them on the street. But something was still missing as I attempted to settle in to my new life here, and I thought a dog couldn't hurt. Give me someone to talk to. And I had just seen Reggie's advertisement on the local news. The shelter said they had received numerous calls right after, but they said the people who had come down to see him just didn't look like Lab people, whatever that meant. They must've thought I did. But at first, I thought the shelter had misjudged me in giving me Reggie and his things, which consisted of a dog pad, bag of toys almost all of which were brand new tennis balls, his dishes, and a sealed letter from his previous owner. See, Reggie and I didn't really hit it off when we got home. We struggled for two weeks (which is how long the shelter told me to give him to adjust to his new home). Maybe it was the fact that I was trying to adjust, too. Maybe we were too much alike. For some reason, his stuff (except for the tennis balls - he wouldn't go anywhere without two stuffed in his mouth) got tossed in with all of my other unpacked boxes. I guess I didn't really think he'd need all his old stuff, that I'd get him new things once he settled in. but it became pretty clear pretty soon that he wasn't going to. I tried the normal commands the shelter told me he knew, ones like sit and stay and come and heel, and he'd follow them - when he felt like it. He never really seemed to listen when I called his name - sure, he'd look in my direction after the fourth of fifth time I said it, but then he'd just go back to doing whatever. When I'd ask again, you could almost see him sigh and then grudgingly obey. This just wasn't going to work. He chewed a couple shoes and some unpacked boxes. I was a little too stern with him and he resented it, I could tell. The friction got so bad that I couldn't wait for the two weeks to be up, and when it was, I was in full-on search mode for my cell phone amid all of my unpacked stuff. I remembered leaving it on the stack of boxes for the guest room, but I also mumbled, rather cynically, that the damn dog probably hid it on me. Finally I found it, but before I could punch up the shelter's number, I also found his pad and other toys from the shelter.. I tossed the pad in Reggie's direction and he snuffed it and wagged, some of the most enthusiasm I'd seen since bringing him home. But then I called, Hey, Reggie, you like that? Come here and I'll give you a treat. Instead, he sort of glanced in my direction - maybe glared is more accurate - and then gave a discontented sigh and flopped down. With his back to me. Well, that's not going to do it either, I thought. And I punched the shelter phone number. But I hung up when I saw the sealed envelope. I had completely forgotten about that, too. Okay, Reggie, I said out loud, let's see if your previous owner has any advice. .. _ _ _ To Whoever Gets My Dog: Well, I can't say that I'm happy you're reading this, a letter I told the shelter could only be opened by Reggie's new owner. I'm not even happy writing it. If you're reading this, it means I just got back from my last car ride with my Lab after dropping him off at the shelter. He knew something was different. I have packed up his pad and toys before and set them by the back door before a trip, but this time... it's like he knew something was wrong. And something is wrong... which is why I have to go to try to make it right. So let me tell you about my Lab in the hopes that it will help you bond with him and he with you. First, he loves tennis balls. the more the merrier. Sometimes I think he's part squirrel, the way he hordes them. He usually always has two in his mouth, and he tries to get a third in there. Hasn't done it yet. Doesn't matter where you throw them, he'll bound after it, so be careful - really don't do it by any roads. I made that mistake once, and it almost cost him dearly. Next, commands. Maybe the shelter staff
[RecipesAndMore] YOU REAP WHAT YOU SOW
YOU REAP WHAT YOU SOW Good morning said a woman as she walked up to the man sitting on the ground. The man slowly looked up. This was a woman clearly accustomed to the finer things of life. Her coat was new. She looked like she had never missed a meal in her life. His first thought was that she wanted to make fun of him, like so many others had done before. Leave me alone, he growled To his amazement, the woman continued standing. She was smiling -- her even white teeth displayed in dazzling rows. Are you hungry? she asked. No, he answered sarcastically. I've just come from dining with the president. Now go away. The woman's smile became even broader.. Suddenly the man felt a gentle hand under his arm. What are you doing, lady? the man asked angrily. I said to leave me alone. Just then a policeman came up. Is there any problem, ma'am? he asked.. No problem here, officer, the woman answered. I'm just trying to get this man to his feet.. Will you help me? The officer scratched his head. That's old Jack. He's been a fixture around here for a couple of years. What do you want with him? See that cafeteria over there? she asked. I'm going to get him something to eat and get him out of the cold for awhile. Are you crazy, lady? the homeless man resisted. I don't want to go in there! Then he felt strong hands grab his other arm and lift him up. Let me go, officer. I didn't do anything. This is a good deal for you, Jack, the officer answered. Don't blow it. Finally, and with some difficulty, the woman and the police officer got Jack into the cafeteria and sat him at a table in a remote corner. It was the middle of the morning, so most of the breakfast crowd had already left and the lunch bunch had not yet arrived... The manager strode across the cafeteria and stood by his table. What's going on here, officer? he asked. What is all this, is this man in trouble? This lady brought this man in here to be fed, the policeman answered. Not in here! the manager replied angrily. Having a person like that here is bad for business. Old Jack smiled a toothless grin. See, lady. I told you so. Now if you'll let me go. I didn't want to come here in the first place. The woman turned to the cafeteria manager and smiled. Sir, are you familiar with Eddy and Associates, the banking firm down the street? Of course I am, the manager answered impatiently.. They hold their weekly meetings in one of my banquet rooms. And do you make a goodly amount of money providing food at these weekly meetings? What business is that of yours? I, sir, am Penelope Eddy, president and CEO of the company. Oh. The wom an smiled again. I thought that might make a difference. She glanced at the cop who was busy stifling a giggle. Would you like to join us in a cup of coffee and a meal, officer? No thanks, ma'am, the officer replied. I'm on duty. Then, perhaps, a cup of coffee to go? Yes, ma'am. That would be very nice. The cafeteria manager turned on his heel, I'll get your coffee for you right away, officer. The officer watched him walk away. You certainly put him in his place, he said. That was not my intent. Believe it or not, I have a reason for all this. She sat down at the table across from her amazed dinner guest. She stared at him intently. Jack, do you remember me? Old Jack searched her face with his old, rheumy eyes.. I think so -- I mean you do look familiar. I'm a little older perhaps, she said. Maybe I've even filled out more than in my younger days when you worked here, and I came through that very door, cold and hungry. Ma'am? the officer said questioningly. He couldn't believe that such a magnificently turned out woman could ever have been hungry. I was just out of college, the woman began. I had come to the city looking for a job, but I couldn't find anything. Finally I was down to my last few cents and had been kicked out of my apartment. I walked the streets for days. It was February and I was cold and nearly starving. I saw this place and walked in on the off chance that I could get something to eat. Jack lit up with a smile. Now I remember, he said. I was behind the serving counter.. You came up and asked me if you could work for something to eat. I said that it was against company policy. I know, the woman continued. Then you made me the biggest roast beef sandwich that I had ever seen, gave me a cup of coffee, and told me to go over to a corner table and enjoy it. I was afraid that you would get into trouble... Then, when I looked over and saw you put the price of my food in the cash register, I knew then that everything would be all right. So you started your own business? Old Jack said. I got a job that very afternoon. I worked my way up. Eventually I started my own business that, with
[RecipesAndMore] Re: Lucy
A!!! This one brought tears to my eyes. Thanks for sending it. Becky From: steve doyle Sent: Thursday, August 20, 2009 10:56 AM To: RecipesAndMore@googlegroups.com Subject: [RecipesAndMore] Lucy Lucy When a tornado touched down in a small town nearby, many families were left devastated. Afterward, all the local newspapers carried many human-interest stories featuring some of the families who suffered the hardest. One Sunday, a particular picture especially touched me. A young woman stood in front of a totally demolished mobile home, an anguished expression twisting her features. A young boy, seven or eight years old, stood at her side, eyes downcast. Clutching at her skirt was a tiny girl who stared into the camera, eyes wide with confusion and fear. The article that accompanied the picture gave the clothing sizes of each family member. With growing interest, I noticed that their sizes closely matched ours. This would be a good opportunity to teach my children to help those less fortunate than themselves. I taped the picture of the young family to our refrigerator, explaining their plight to my seven-year-old twins, Brad and Brett, and to three-year-old Meghan. We have so much, and these poor people now have nothing, I said. We'll share what we have with them. I brought three large boxes down from the attic and placed them on the living room floor. Meghan watched solemnly as the boys and I filled one of the boxes with canned goods and other nonperishable foods, soap and other assorted toiletries. While I sorted through our clothes, I encouraged the boys to go through their toys and donate some of their less favorite things. Meghan watched quietly as the boys piled up discarded toys and games. I'll help you find something for the little girl when I'm done with this, I said. The boys placed the toys they had chosen to donate into one of the boxes while I filled the third box with clothes. Meghan walked up with Lucy, her worn, faded, frazzled, much-loved rag doll hugged tightly to her chest. She paused in front of the box that held the toys, pressed her round little face into Lucy's flat, painted-on-face, gave her a final kiss, then laid her gently on top of the other toys. Oh, Honey, I said. You don't have to give Lucy. You love her so much. Meghan nodded solemnly, eyes glistening with held-back tears. Lucy makes me happy, Mommy. Maybe she'll make that other little girl happy, too. Swallowing hard, I stared at Meghan for a long moment, wondering how I could teach the boys the lesson she had just taught me. For I suddenly realized that anyone can give their cast-offs away. True generosity is giving that which you cherish most. Honest benevolence is a three-year-old offering a treasured, albeit shabby doll to a little girl she doesn't know with the hope that it will bring this child as much pleasure as it brought her. I, who had wanted to teach, had been taught. The boys had watched, open-mouthed, as their baby sister placed her favorite doll in the box. Without a word, Brad rose and went to his room. He came back carrying one of his favorite action figures. He hesitated briefly, clutching the toy, then looked over at Meghan and placed it in the box next to Lucy. A slow smile spread across Brett's face, then he jumped up, eyes twinkling as he ran to retrieve some of his prized Matchbox cars. Amazed, I realized that the boys had also recognized what little Meghan's gesture meant. Swallowing back tears, I pulled all three of them into my arms. Taking the cue from my little one, I removed my old tan jacket with the frayed cuffs from the box of clothes. I replaced it with the new hunter green jacket that I had found on sale last week. I hoped the young woman in the picture would love it as much as I did. It's easy to give that which we don't want anymore, but harder to let go of something that we cherish, isn't it? --~--~-~--~~~---~--~~ Access the Recipes And More list archives at: http://www.mail-archive.com/recipesandmore%40googlegroups.com/ Visit the group home page at: http://groups.google.com/group/RecipesAndMore -~--~~~~--~~--~--~---
[RecipesAndMore] Re: Hi
It came through. Becky -- From: Jan zarf2...@verizon.net Sent: Thursday, August 20, 2009 5:53 PM To: Recipes RecipesAndMore@googlegroups.com Subject: [RecipesAndMore] Hi This is a test message. Hopefully, my settings in google groups have been changed and I can now post and get e-mail from this group. --~--~-~--~~~---~--~~ Access the Recipes And More list archives at: http://www.mail-archive.com/recipesandmore%40googlegroups.com/ Visit the group home page at: http://groups.google.com/group/RecipesAndMore -~--~~~~--~~--~--~---
[RecipesAndMore] Re: crabby old man
I really enjoyed it, Kay, and thanks for the wonderful post. Sandy - Original Message - From: steve doyle To: recipesandmore@googlegroups.com Sent: Thursday, August 20, 2009 10:01 AM Subject: [RecipesAndMore] Re: crabby old man Thanks Kay, Great Post! - Original Message - From: kay dear To: RecipesAndMore@googlegroups.com Cc: jackscrims...@gmail.com ; hope scrimshaw Sent: Thursday, August 20, 2009 11:58 AM Subject: [RecipesAndMore] crabby old man Hi there all, i received this a few days ago, a bit sad but very thought provoking and thought some of you would like this. CRABBY OLD MAN When an old man died in the geriatric ward of a nursing home in North Platte, Nebraska , it was believed that he had nothing left of any value. Later, when the nurses were going through his meager possessions, they found this poem. Its quality and content so impressed the staff that copies were made and distributed to every nurse in the hospital. One nurse took her copy to Missouri . The old man's sole bequest to posterity has since appeared in the Christmas edition of the News Magazine of the St. Louis Association for Mental Health. A slide presentation has also been made based on his simple, but eloquent, poem. And this little old man, with nothing left to give to the world, is now the author of this 'anonymous' poem winging across the Internet. Crabby Old Man What do you see nurses? . . . . . What do you see? What are you thinking . . . . . . . . when you're looking at me? A crabby old man . . . . . . . . . . . . not very wise, Uncertain of habit . . . . . . . . . . . . with faraway eyes? Who dribbles his food . . . . . . . . . . . and makes no reply. When you say in a loud voice . . . . . 'I do wish you'd try!' Who seems not to notice . . . . . . . . . the things that you do. And forever is losing . . . . . . . . . . . . A sock or shoe? Who, resisting or not . . . . . . . . . . . lets you do as you will, With bathing and feeding . . . . . . . The long day to fill? Is that what you're thinking? . . . . . Is that what you see? Then open your eyes, nurse . . . . . you're not looking at me. I'll tell you who I am. . . . . . . . As I sit here so still, As I do at your bidding, . . . . . as I eat at your will. I'm a small child of Ten . . . . . with a father and mother, Brothers and sisters . . . . . . . who love one another. A young boy of Sixteen . . . . . . with wings on his feet. Dreaming that soon now . . . . . a lover he'll meet. A groom soon at Twenty . . . . . my heart gives a leap. Remembering, the vows . . . . . that I promised to keep.. At Twenty-Five, now . . . . . . I have young of my own. Who need me to guide . . . . And a secure happy home. A man of Thirty . . . . . . . . . . My young now grown fast, Bound to each other . . . . . . With ties that should last. At Forty, my young sons . . . . . . . . . have grown and are gone, But my woman's beside me . . . . . . to see I don't mourn. At Fifty, once more, babies play . . . 'round my knee, Again, we know children . . . . . . . . . My loved one and me. Dark days are upon me . . . . . . . . . my wife is now dead. I look at the future . . . . . . . . . . . . . shudder with dread. For my young are all rearing . . . . . young of their own. And I think of the years . . . .. . . . . . and the love that I've known. I'm now an old man . . . . . . . . . and nature is cruel. Tis jest to make old age . . . . . . look like a fool. The body, it crumbles . . . . . . . . grace and vigor, depart. There is now a stone . . . . . . . . . where I once had a heart. But inside this old carcass . . . . . a young guy still dwells, And now and again . . . . . . . . . . my battered heart swells. I remember the joys . . . . . . . . . . I remember the pain. And I'm loving and living . . . . . . life over again. I think of the years, all too few .. . . . . . gone too fast. And accept the stark fact . . . . . . . . . . that nothing can last. So open your eyes, people . . . . . . . . open and see. Not a crabby old man . . . . . . . . . . . . . Look closer . . . see ME!! Remember this poem when you next meet an older person who you might brush aside without looking at the young soul within. We will all, one day, be there, too! The best and most beautiful things of this world can't be seen or touched. They must be felt by the heart. Have a great day! Kay --~--~-~--~~~---~--~~ Access the Recipes And More list archives at: http://www.mail-archive.com/recipesandmore%40googlegroups.com/ Visit the group home page at: http://groups.google.com/group/RecipesAndMore -~--~~~~--~~--~--~---
[RecipesAndMore] Re: Hi
It came through fine. - Original Message - From: Jan zarf2...@verizon.net To: Recipes RecipesAndMore@googlegroups.com Sent: Thursday, August 20, 2009 4:53 PM Subject: [RecipesAndMore] Hi This is a test message. Hopefully, my settings in google groups have been changed and I can now post and get e-mail from this group. --~--~-~--~~~---~--~~ Access the Recipes And More list archives at: http://www.mail-archive.com/recipesandmore%40googlegroups.com/ Visit the group home page at: http://groups.google.com/group/RecipesAndMore -~--~~~~--~~--~--~---
[RecipesAndMore] For Steve
Hi Steve, Can you help Jan get back into the group? Seh changed email addresses and could not get rejoined into the group. Her new email is zarf2...@verizon.net Lora --~--~-~--~~~---~--~~ Access the Recipes And More list archives at: http://www.mail-archive.com/recipesandmore%40googlegroups.com/ Visit the group home page at: http://groups.google.com/group/RecipesAndMore -~--~~~~--~~--~--~---
[RecipesAndMore] Re: First posted Recipe!
Welcome to all the new members. Hope you have a lot of fun here. Lora - Original Message - From: steve doyle steve.doy...@ntlworld.com To: recipesandmore@googlegroups.com Sent: Thursday, August 20, 2009 1:13 PM Subject: [RecipesAndMore] Re: First posted Recipe! Hi and a warm welcome - Original Message - From: Cyrillo cyrill...@hotmail.com To: RecipesAndMore recipesandmore@googlegroups.com Sent: Thursday, August 20, 2009 5:31 PM Subject: [RecipesAndMore] First posted Recipe! Hey guys, I'm new here and here's my first post sharing some interesting information with you guys! Has the KFC recipe truly been revealed? Check out this article and tell me if you guys know the exact spices used. http://notecook.com/bread/best-multi-seed-homemade-bread-ever/ Waiting for your replies! Cyril --~--~-~--~~~---~--~~ Access the Recipes And More list archives at: http://www.mail-archive.com/recipesandmore%40googlegroups.com/ Visit the group home page at: http://groups.google.com/group/RecipesAndMore -~--~~~~--~~--~--~---
[RecipesAndMore] Re: Hi
Well, forget that last message! Welcome back, Jan, and that's what I get for writing before I bring in new mail!! haha.. glad to see you back. Lora - Original Message - From: steve doyle steve.doy...@ntlworld.com To: recipesandmore@googlegroups.com Sent: Thursday, August 20, 2009 6:14 PM Subject: [RecipesAndMore] Re: Hi HI Jan, got the test Message, smiles Not sure why but even I had a few issues with Google, lets hope it settles down now, I'm on laptop wow had to learn lots of new moves, hahaha o well all things are sent to try us. - Original Message - From: Jan zarf2...@verizon.net To: Recipes RecipesAndMore@googlegroups.com Sent: Thursday, August 20, 2009 10:53 PM Subject: [RecipesAndMore] Hi This is a test message. Hopefully, my settings in google groups have been changed and I can now post and get e-mail from this group. --~--~-~--~~~---~--~~ Access the Recipes And More list archives at: http://www.mail-archive.com/recipesandmore%40googlegroups.com/ Visit the group home page at: http://groups.google.com/group/RecipesAndMore -~--~~~~--~~--~--~---
