LOL, I never know if folks want the odd ball recipes that I dig up or not.
I do know about exploding bottles, [smile], except it was not root beer for the kids, it was homemade beer for dad.
Years later, during the years that I posed as a lady, I was to be an assistant for the world’s Orchid Show Judges and went to Northern California, as a guest in a growers home.
LOL, it was set that I would arrive at anytime and a key was hidden, even knew which room would be mine.
A nap sounded good, so I laid down and heard a beer bottle explode.
They had made several cases of it and it was in the closet, so I put them all in the bathtub and took my nap.
They were amazed that I knew what it was all about, I did not tell them that I had been born to the sound of exploding beer bottles.
It is good to see both of you posting, I was beginning to think that everyone had forgotten me.
http://www.fda.gov/oc/po/firmrecalls/oldecapecod04_09.html
Olde Cape Cod Foods issues Allergy Alert on Undeclared Fish Protein (Anchovy) in Product
Contact:
Lisa Semle
800-720-2246 x206
FOR IMMEDIATE RELEASE —Ayer, MA — April 10, 2009 -— Olde Cape Cod Foods of Ayer, MA is voluntarily recalling Old Cape Cod Sweet & Bold Grilling Sauce, because it contains trace amounts of an undeclared seafood allergen (anchovy). People who have an allergy or severe sensitivity to seafood allergen run the risk of a serious or life-threatening allergic reaction if they consume this product. This product is not a health risk to those who do not have a seafood sensitivity or allergy.
Products can be identified by the Olde Cape Cod logo and are packed in the following packages:
* Sweet & Bold Grilling Sauce, 15.5 ounce glass bottle, UPC 90997-60100
* Sweet & Bold Grilling Sauce, 23.2 ounce plastic squeeze bottle, UPC 90997-61020.
Code dates involved are up to, but not including “Apr 10 10” (April 10, 2010).
Product was distributed from March 2008 through April 2009 to retail stores nationwide.
No illnesses have been reported.
Consumers who have purchased these products are encouraged to return it to the place of purchase for a full refund. Consumers with questions may contact Lisa Semle at 800-720-2246 x206.
NOTE:
I am still getting new Pistachio and Peanut recalls.
So be careful, candy, ice cream, all of them.
granny
>>>I was beginning to think that everyone had forgotten me.<<<
Sorry if it seems that way... Yesterday was killin, pickin, cleanin and cuttin up chickens - was going to chill them till Monday, but an all day rain prompted me to cook,pick the meat off and can all those chickens today... Another full canner load is almost cool enough to take out (10 pints and 14 half pints in this load), and two more canners full ready to process. It will probably be about 2 or 2:30 before I finish.
Have two biggest pots simmering bones for broth. Will have to can that early tomorrow morning..
Danged arthritis - with the passing front - slows things up considerably.
Whenever I take a break, or have a lull in the processing, I try to keep up reading the thread and the news (mostly on FR).
>>>LOL, I never know if folks want the odd ball recipes that I dig up or not.<<<
As a favored politician would say - “You Betcha!”
Keep them coming - I glean quite a few for immediate use, keep some in mind for later use, and a few - well, artichokes may not be my favorite food, but maybe with the right recipe.........
Please keep them coming!
http://www.chicagobreakingnews.com/2009/04/residue-on-money-causes-scare-at-plainfield-bank.html
Residue On Money Causes Scare At Bank
Posted: 11 Apr 2009 08:32 PM PDT
A teller at a Plainfield National City bank branch became nauseated and dizzy this afternoon after accepting a deposit which had white powder residue on the money, causing an emergency response and closing the bank for the day.
Police said the teller vomited and was treated by paramedics, but did not need to be taken to a hospital.
The teller said she received the deposit money from a customer around 12:20 p.m. and placed the money in a drawer. Within minutes, she began feeling dizzy, according to police.
A Will County hazmat team arrived at the bank, 24821 W. 135th St., and after about three hours determined the bills were not a serious threat. The bank was closed for the day.
The money is being tested to identify the residue, authorities said.
Obama brother accused of UK sex
assault
Samson
denied British visa after incident with teen girl in Berkshire
[image: BROTHERS: Samson Obama and (inset) US President Obama]
BROTHERS: Samson Obama and (inset) US President Obama
[image: Image Flag]
By Gloria De Piero, 11/04/2009
AMERICAN president Barack Obama’s half brother was REFUSED a visa to enter
the UK after being accused of an attempted sex attack on a young girl in
Berkshire.
The News of the World can reveal that Kenya-based Samson Obama tried to get
into Britain on his way to Washington for his family’s big day, the historic
inauguration in January.
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Study: DoD May Act On US Civil Unrest
December 29, 2008
McClatchy-Tribune Information Services
A U.S. Army War College report warns an economic crisis in the United States could lead to massive civil unrest and the need to call on the military to restore order.
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The report also suggests the new (Barack Obama) administration could face a “strategic shock” within the first eight months in office.
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Soldiers under the former Joint Task Force-6 (now JTF-North) supported the Border Patrol in El Paso with its drug-interdiction operations.
In case civilian authorities request help or become overwhelmed, El Paso has several National Guard and military reserve units that can be called on. In 1992, National Guard and active Marine and Army units were deployed to help police control riots and looting in Los Angeles.
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“The military was not called out during the Great Depression, and I don’t think our economic problems are as bad as they were then,” he said. “The military always has contingency plans. It’s a think tank’s job to come up with scenarios, but that doesn’t mean it represents an active interest on the part of the (Pentagon).”
Source: http://www.military.com/news/article/study-dod-may-act-on-us-civil-unrest.html?ESRC=eb.nl
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http://www.jewishmuzic.blogspot.com/2006/02/story-of-hashgacha-protis ...
Names have been changed to protect privacy.
Mrs. Schiff rang the top bell, the one that had the name Spitzer written
on a piece of tape. A young woman answered the door, and upon spotting her
visitor, her face brightened. She moved aside, to allow Mrs. Schiff to enter
into her humble abode.
Giveret Spitzer was a woman that had been married for nine years, with
no children. At her tenth anniversary, she was blessed with quintuplets, five
beautiful children. Before they had given birth to their quintuplets, the
Spitzers had led a modest lifestyle; afterwards, they became Penniless.
It was then that Mrs. Schiff stepped in, with her Chinese auction that
had brought in a tidy sum. She had organized the auction to help the poor
couple; whose expenses had just quintupled. Giveret Spitzer led Mrs. Schiff into
her children’s bedroom. “These are my five babies,” she said proudly, as she
pointed to each of her children. Mrs. Schiff looked at those five innocent
neshomes with a smile. Then her gaze wandered to her surroundings. The room was
threadbare, except for one small picture frame on the wall. Slowly, as if she
was drawn by some hidden force, Mrs. Schiff neared the picture, entranced in its
files of mystery. There was something so familiar about that woman, and yet...
With a last moan, Mrs. Schiff fainted. Giveret Spitzer called the ambulance, and
Mrs. Schiff was put onto a stretcher, and driven directly to the hospital.
The next day Giveret Spitzer came to visit Mrs. Schiff , and see how she
was faring. As soon as she entered the room Mrs. Schiff sat up abruptly. “Who is
that woman in the picture, on your wall?” She demanded. “How are you feeling,
Mrs. Schiff ?” “Can you tell me how you know this woman?” Mrs. Schiff asked
again. “Sh-She was my mother.” Mrs. Schiff sat up straighter and looked Giveret
Spitzer in the eye. “Your mother? Tell me, is she still alive?” “I’m sorry Mrs.
Schiff, she passed away last year.”
Mrs. Schiff was silent for a moment, as if she was digesting the news
Giveret Spitzer had just shared with her. Then, with a faraway look in her hazel
eyes, she turned to Giveret Spitzer and said, “I think I have a story to share
with you.”
“It all began when I was fifteen, and was taken to the Bergen-Belsen
concentration camp. I was placed in a Barrack together with some 70 girls
varying in age from 14-16. Most girls left their religion behind, under the
trying circumstances, but I and my four friends remained steadfast in out
yiddishkeit; we said we’d rather die Al Kiddush Hashem than in another manner.
One day, Rivche, called us all together excitedly. “Tomorrow is
Chanukah! she exclaimed, her eyes shining like a burning candle, illuminating
the thick darkness. “I heard the Rebbe tell one of his talmidim the good news.
We must light the menorah!” After sitting together for an hour, we
devised a plan. We would trade in our daily ration of bread for machine oil from
a girl who worked in the factory. The thread from our prison uniforms would
serve as the wick, and two stones would create the fire. Now all we needed was a
menorah to hold it all together. We had devised a plan for this too; a very
risky plan indeed. After thinking it through, we realized that a potato peel,
with a nice, round shape is capable of serving as a menorah’.
And it seemed like the most possible item to find, in our present
circumstance. So we agreed that tomorrow night, at midnight, we would try to get
those potato peels, from the main kitchen. It was common knowledge that every
night, at midnight, there was a five minute period in which the kitchen was not
guarded. It was when the changing of the guards took place. The old guards that
have watched the kitchen all day, would retire for the night; while the guards
serving in the night shift would take them over.
Our plan went as follows: one of us would crawl into the kitchen,
through the only open window, and the other four would stand by the remaining
windows, and warn the girl inside, of an upcoming Nazi. It wasn’t a safe plan,
but it seemed like our only choice. The next day arrived, followed by a dark,
moonless night. At last, the clock struck 12:00. This was our signal. Midnight
the camp was wrapped in an eerie silence, as we crept stealthily towards the
kitchen. I was chosen to crawl into the kitchen, while my four friends waited by
the windows. I crept into the kitchen, my heart beating wildly in my chest.
Fearfully, I approached the large garbage bin, in the far corner of the kitchen,
and began to sift through its contents methodically.
As I sifted, I could hear the loud grumbling of my hungry stomach. I had
given up my ration today, and I was famished! I saw small pieces of food, and
stuffed them into my mouth. At last, I found one potato peel with a perfect
shape, and placed it aside tenderly. Then I continued searching.
Bravo! A second perfect potato peel! I glanced up at the window, and saw
Sarale waving frantically, motioning to me, to crawl out quickly. “Get out of
here fast, Chana!” My intuition screamed. “But I can’t!” I thought to myself,
panicking. “I can’t just go out with two potato peels! I must find at least one
more!”
I turned back to the garbage, and began throwing things frantically in
all directions, searching for one more potato peel.
“HALT!” Somebody thundered. I looked up to see a tall Nazi official, his
gun pointed at my chest, as he smiled maliciously. On both sides of him were my
four friends, an _expression of pure terror written all across their stricken
faces. “You thought you could steal, did you?” He said, between clenched teeth.
“Well, you’ll have to be punished for committing such a great sin.” Here he
paused, to let us grasp the impact of his words. “Tomorrow, at exactly noon all
five of you will be hung, in front of the entire camp, so all will learn the
punishment for stealing. Now scoot!” And with a last shove he let us free. Until
the next afternoon.
The darkness seemed even thicker, and more menacing, as we trudged back
to our barrack. We entered, and sat down around our precious menorah. We sat
there, reminiscing those Chanukahs, which we had spent together with our family,
at home. We remembered the majestic silver menorah that Tatte had lit, and the
games of dreidel that we had played together. We savored the taste of sizzling
latkes in our minds, and remembered the delightful smiles we had all worn when
we received the Chanukah Gelt from Oma and Opa. But most of all we remembered
the feeling of unity we had felt. That feeling of security, one only experiences
when spending time with family. And we cried. We cried as we thought about all
those people we would be meeting tomorrow. Rivche was going to meet her beloved
parents, and I was going to meet my little baby brother, the one that those Nazi
beasts had shot before he had even lived one year. And then, we lit the menorah.
The tiny flame burned for but a mere second, but it was long enough to infuse
hope into our deflated souls.
It was then that Sarale came up with the plan. A plan in which we could
perhaps save our lives. A plan that seemed almost impossible. Sarale suggested
that we go ask Shaina for help. Shaina was a fifteen-year-old girl, who was
Jewish, just like us. There was only one difference. Shaina knew six languages;
while we knew only two. The Nazis, may their names be blotted out, used Shaina
as their pawn, and forced her to be their interpreter. They gave her a radio,
and put her in charge of reporting to the higher Nazi officials of the enemy’s
strategies. To insure that she would remain alive, they gave her a small shack
in the woods, and a full piece of bread each day. We envied her to no end. She
was a Jewish girl just like us, did she deserve the ‘royal treatment’ she was
receiving, just because she knew a few more languages? Also, we were sure that
she served as our spy too, and told the Nazis each time we would commit a “sin”.
In short, we hated Shaina.
“She’ll never help us!” I said, looking at Sarale mockingly. “She’ll
just make things worse for us!” “The situation can’t get much worse. If we don’t
go to her, we’ll lose anyways. Why not try our luck?” Sarale reasoned.
And so, for the second time that night, we crept into the thick
darkness, this time heading in the direction of the woods. Soon we were standing
at the door of her shack. Sarale knocked timidly. No answer. We knocked a little
harder, but there was still no response. So we looked into her “window”, and saw
that her little shack was empty. Discouraged, we began walking resignedly back
to our barrack, when Ruchele spotted a light in the distance. Our curiosity
piqued, we followed the light, and soon we saw the profile of a girl. She was
holding a siddur in her hand, and singing Ma’oz Tzur. And the light was coming
from a silver-plated menorah! A menorah! How we had risked our lives to acquire
one, and here was a girl who possessed a true menorah, right here in the
concentration camp!
There was only one girl that it could be. Shaina. We stood there,
entranced In the moving melody, as her lilting voice transported us to a
different place. We didn’t see blood and death, we saw ten brave warriors,
Matisyahu and his sons, marching to victory. We didn’t see despair, we saw
heroism. And then Shaina turned around, to see us looking over her shoulder.
“Y-you girls!” She sputtered. “Have you come to spy on me, to tell the
Nazis what you have seen me doing? Do you think that I don’t know that you five
will be hung tomorrow? You better get out of my sight, or I’ll make sure you’re
killed instantly!”
“B-but Shaina, w-w-we didn’t come to s-spy. W-we wanted you to h-help
us!”
I stammered, my voice quivering. “I said get out of my sight!” Shaina
screamed, her high pitched voice echoing in the surrounding forest. With heads
hung, and shoulders drooped in despair, we headed back to our barrack. It seemed
that this was our fate, we were destined to be killed.
That night, as we lay on our bunkers, with the fear of dying hovering
above our heads, we spoke lots of Lashon Horah about Shaina. We couldn’t
understand why she couldn’t at least be nice about it, and how she was able to
threaten us with death, if she was a Jewish girl too; just like us. Where was
her heart?
The next afternoon arrived too soon. The entire camp was assembled, and
the Nazi that had caught us yesterday tied our hair to the noose.
He was about to raise the noose, when somebody screamed “Stop!” He
turned around, startled.
There stood Shaina, and she was motioning to him frantically, waving her
radio wildly in the air. He approached her, grimacing. A few minutes later, he
returned to untie our hair, and with a last kick, sent us back to work,
muttering all the while,”
Mrs. Schiff ended her story. As if she had just been transported back to
the present, she turned to Mrs. Spitzer and explained.
“A few days later we were liberated, and I never got a chance to thank
Shaina for saving my life. After the war, I searched all over for her, but
no-one could trace her. It was as if she disappeared, leaving just her actions
to bear testimony to her existence. And then I saw her on your wall. That is why
I fainted. When I saw your mother, I was transported back to that faraway time,
when my life was on the brink, and she saved me.” “Look at how Hashem runs his
world, Giveret Spitzer! Do you see the hashgacha to this story? Hashem sent the
daughter of Shaina to me, so that I can raise money for her, in repayment for
the time that she saved my life! It’s astounding!”
“Yes Mrs. Schiff, it is unbelievable hashgacha. But I have the last,
missing piece of this puzzle. The night before I had my quintuplets, My mother
came to me in a dream. She smiled at me with serenity unbeknownst to the
inhabitants of this world, and kept on repeating the same five words over and
over again: “Finif Neshomes Far Finif Neshomes”- Five Neshomes for Five
Neshomes.
And I asked her “Mamme, what are you saying? I don’t understand!” But
she just smiled, and repeated “Finif Neshomes Far Finif Neshomes.”
I didn’t understand her words then, but now I do. In merit of the five
neshomes that my mother saved during the war; you and your four friends, I was
zocheh to give birth to my five beautiful neshomes.
Names have been changed to protect privacy.
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IRA L. JACOBSON
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GM Recalls 1.5 Million Vehicles
General Motors says it is recalling 1.5 million vehicles because of potential
engine fires.
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