History…risk of forgetting..

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Olympics 1936
Eastern Poland annexed/invaded in 1939 by Russia/Germany
Eastern Poland integrated into Ukraine
WWII

Olympics 2013
Crimea annexed/invaded by Russia
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Santayana “Those who cannot remember the past are condemned to repeat it”,

Weekly Photo Challenge: One

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Even as winter temperature slides to nil

Every colour of christmas our hearts do fill

Etheral snow paints the world glistening white

Each and every thing glows in dazzling light

Everyone warmed by the tones of green and red

Even hummingbird smiles as he bobes his head

Daily Prompt: Fright Night – Foragers of the Night

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Dark and deep run scaly creature
Hypnotizing prey with glowing eyes they lure
Unsuspecting,  edging closer to eyes so bright
Soon loose their life despite their fight
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On this planet, in this atmosphere you would soon starve for breath in three minutes.  Light barely penetrates enough to see a foot in front of you.    Populated by denizens who eagerly sink their pincers and claws into soft flesh as they tear and render the flesh from body.  Though not large in stature they are large in numbers. Spider-like they rattle over their prey and soon reduce foes to skeletal remains.
In addition to their pincer like limbs or vice like claws fortifying them for battle,  their own skeletons are external giving armoured protection.   Eagerly they await any foreigners who dare to enter their dark domain.
Why would you volunteer to enter into this world.  In the dark of night.  Armed with little more than rope and burlap!  What would posses you to battle such an enemy. Read the rest of this entry »

Weekly Photo Challenge: Saturated with Flavour – Marcella Hazan

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Saturated is often associated with vision.  But why limit ourselves when all of our senses can experience the same burst of sensory pleasure.

The sound of music can fill your your soul.  Close your eyes and let a silk scarf flow through your fingers.

But today join me on a short journey of the smell and tastes of food.  What better way than to celebrate these two senses than the life and contributions made by Marcella Hazan.  She recently passed away at the age of 89, proving that good food means good life.

I  was introduced late in life to the delicacies that Ms. Hazan introduced to so many with her precise, but simple Italian recipes.

Like many of you, I  never had the pleasure of spooning beans and pasta for breakfast.  But to a young girl born some 20+ years after Ms. Hazan, such left overs for breakfast never tasted so good.  “Pasta e Fagioli” was one of her favourite meals…and always better the day after…

So Simple So Good

But I get ahead of myself.  Remembering 1924 as a very good year for new and old as King Tut’s tomb was opened and IBM was incorporated.

But for us, 1924 was the delicious year that gave us Marcelle Hazan.  Some may be unfamiliar with this inspirational chef and author. You may consider her the Italian version of “Julia Child” in that she was responsible for introducing a distinct food culture to British and North American home kitchens. But that is oversimplification.   Marcella Hazan brought the food of her own country, her own region and finally her own family to those less fortunate for not having been nurtured on cucina italiana .

She introduced to home chefs everywhere the foods of Italy long before other “stars” came on the stage.   Some of those stars, like Mario Batali , acknowledge her contribution.  And Ms. Hazan, through that  young Fagioli loving girl,  introduced me tangentially to that wonderful food.

My much better half  took her cooking direction from her own family long before she even knew of the existance of Marcella Hazan.  Unfortunately going to school, and then work,  meant cooking was placed on the back burner for a number of years.  And unfortunately that also forced me to cook and that was detrimental to all….

Fortune turned for me when my wife fell in love with her Italian food heritage all over again once she finished university.  Like Ms. Hazan, who came to cooking later in her life,  she sought inspiration from many others to build upon the basics she had learned in her mother’s kitchen.

Marcella Hazan was one of the first inspirations returning my wife to her renewed path for culinary perfection. The 1980 British edition of Ms. Hazan’s 1973  “The Classic Italian Cook Book” was the “bible” for many enjoyable meals.  That book was so well used it soon was falling apart at the seams…literally.

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A replacement was sorely needed, but not to be had.   The book was out of print, replaced by more modern fare.  So to that initial edition were soon added more Hazan delights:  “More Classic Italian Cooking”, “Marcella’s Italian Kitchen” and “Marcella Says….”

All these and more were added to the repertoire on sagging bookshelves. (We never stopped looking for that replacement and finally found a copy in the wonderful book store in Portland Oregon.  Powell’s City of Books .)

So thank you to Ms. Hazan for making so many people’s lives more pleasurable. And a personal thanks for helping to inspire my own “personal” chef  to saturate my taste buds.

For those less familiar,  saturate yourself through the pictures of making of and eating of “Pasta e Fagioli”  (or buy the book – see the Hazan’s web site).

 

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Antithesis of Stand Still: Action

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Scott Sedman

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First I am far then I am near

Look quickly before I disappear

In a blink of your eye I am gone

Leaving naught behind but my song

Daily Prompt: Stand still

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Daily Prompt: Stand still

Capture this moment and hold it dear
The time of my ending may be near
One be one disappear but who is next
Before all is gone you should be vexed

Paris Parks: The Cat’s Meow Edition

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true2crusader:

Great story for those who have memories of lost four legged friends. Also a quick reminder of a finding my own cat memory in France. “Le Chat Qui Rit ”

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Memory, All alone in the moonlight at the Cimetière des Chiens et Autres Animaux Domestiques Photos by T. Brack
Memory, All alone in the moonlight at the Cimetière des Chiens et Autres Animaux Domestiques Photos by T. Brack
for sale in Montmartre
Steinlen’s Tournée du Chat Noir in Montmartre

By Theadora Brack

“We’ll always have Paris,” Rick tells Elsa at the end of the movie Casablanca, without mentioning any of their favorite haunts in the City of Light. But I say, “Play it again, Sam,” and this time with addresses. After all, everyone’s got their own Paris.

For instance, King Henri IV cavorted on the tip of the Île de la Cité, while centuries later the Seine bridges crossing the island captivated painter Edward Hopper. Hemingway liked to sit on a bench in the Jardin du Luxembourg and wait for his first true sentences (along with dinner: roast pigeon), while the food stalls at the great Les Halles market sparked Julia Child’s joy of cooking.

Though I’m hardly a king or a master…

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