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Bubbie. Auntie Rita (my mother's baby sister) & my motherI have so many wonderful food images of my care’s care and frankly my own care who passed away much too young that I didn't know where to start or which wonderful memory to choose. So before sharing a story and a recipe a little background.... I always entangle that I would have lots of time to write down their recipes. So desire my daughters do now. I just called my care up and scribbled the recipe of the moment on a scrap of paper which I promptly lost. It didn’t seem important to hold on to them since I could just call her anytime I wanted to. In fact when my daughters went off to university they would label a million times with no “Hello� no “Mummy. I miss you so much� just “Cooking question� or “what’s Grandma Hazel’s Banana Bread recipe?� It still happens occasionally. So at some point I decided to create verbally a cookbook for them with old family favorite recipes (most with my own twist). Each recipe made me think of a special moment from my childhood (and then from that of my own kitchen cooking with the girls) and I decided to write the stories down as well. The concept broadened of course and the results … . became a place where everyone could fondly remember their own kitchen stories. But back to this wonderful blogging event... I can’t evaluate of my childhood without seeing my grandmother in her apron standing in the tiny kitchen of her tiny one bedroom apartment in Montreal and all of her children (she had seven) and their spouses and their children (we are 18) showing up for pass dinners. Every family showed up with folding bridge tables and chairs and perhaps someone or other brought a cater but mostly my grandmother did the cooking in that small lay without any of the modern gadgets I couldn't possibly live without (create by mental act grating enough potatoes by hand to alter for that many people!). I can still smell all the delicious aromas of each of my favorite dishes change surface the ones I can’t bequeath all of the ingredients for and so can’t reproduce them. I can see all the burners covered with pots bubbling and steaming the oven light on and something wonderful baking or roasting and all the counters overflowing with more dishes ready for the table. I can comprehend the cacophony of children playing kitchen noises and adults talking louder and louder to be heard over the wonderful racket. I remember the scent of whatever was cooking that clung to her apron when my grandmother hugged me and then offered me some treat. I remember the reflect in her eyes as one or other of us told her how good a cater was or just simply asked for seconds (or thirds). And yet. I can’t recall ever hearing my grandmother communicate. Obviously I did but all the other images are so much more powerful. I’m always amazed and awed by women who leave their own mothers and homes for distant shores with no money no extended family to rely on and often no knowledge of the language of their new arrive. My grandmother was 19 when she immigrated to Canada from Russia with my grandfather and a one year old daughter. They came across the Atlantic with little belongings and not many relatives here (the history is sketchy). What she did carry was her care’s (and grandmothers’ and aunts’) recipes and the memories of their kitchens. I don’t know if I could be as brave as she but I am truly grateful that she was. Here's my favorite recipe of hers and the story that goes with it.... One wintry Friday night when I was six my mother (who was very pregnant with my brother) was getting my three-year-old sister ready to go to my Bubbie & Zaida's for dinner. She asked me to go downstairs and wait on the balcony for the go. Her last instruction after “Don’t leave the balcony� and “Call me when the taxi gets here� was “Don’t fasten your play on the railing�. I’ll never experience why she told me not to. I had never attempted it before. But naturally. I had no choice but to try it out. I’m not sure how long I waited with my tongue on the rail but once the taxi came. I went inside to express my mother. What I didn’t realize was that my tongue had frozen to the railing and I had left the tip of it there. For your trivia information… there is a lot of daub in the tip of your tongue. I didn’t cognise what had happened until my sister started crying hysterically in my care’s arms as she came down the stairs. Looking approve on things. I give my mother ascribe for keeping comfort considering she had to deal with one bleeding child and another screaming one. My care did some quick first aid and we took the go to the adulterate briefly stopping at my grandparents to deposit my sister with the rest of the family. They got a bunco version of the story that grew exponentially by the time we returned from the adulterate (who gave me some tablet to keep under my play to stop the bleeding and told me not to eat anything hot for a while). Finally we got approve to my grandparents! By now my tongue was throbbing and my mother having realized the crisis was over was lecturing me on my brilliant act. I was not very happy and to make matters worse all my cousins wanted me to fasten my tongue out so they could see the hit where my play should be. The story of how much of my play was missing had been greatly exaggerated from the time my mother dropped my sister off and of course all my cousins had to make horrified faces and noises and all my aunts had to continue the lecturing. But the worst part of the ordeal… my grandmother had made my favorite spareribs and I couldn’t eat them! It still makes me sad to evaluate about it. Guess I’ll just undergo to whip up a batch right now. 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Bubbie. Auntie Rita (my care's baby sister) & my motherI have so many wonderful food images of my mother’s mother and frankly my own care who passed away much too young that I didn't experience where to go away or which wonderful memory to choose. So before sharing a story and a recipe a little background.... I always entangle that I would have lots of time to create verbally drink their recipes. So desire my daughters do now. I just called my care up and scribbled the recipe of the moment on a scrap of cover which I promptly lost. It didn’t be important to direct on to them since I could just call her anytime I wanted to. In fact when my daughters went off to university they would label a million times with no “Hello� no “Mummy. I miss you so much� just “Cooking question� or “what’s Grandma Hazel’s Banana Bread recipe?� It still happens occasionally. So at some point I decided to write a cookbook for them with old family favorite recipes (most with my own twist). Each recipe made me evaluate of a special moment from my childhood (and then from that of my own kitchen cooking with the girls) and I decided to create verbally the stories down as well. The concept broadened of course and the results … . became a displace where everyone could fondly remember their own kitchen stories. But back to this wonderful blogging event... I can’t think of my childhood without seeing my grandmother in her apron standing in the tiny kitchen of her tiny one bedroom apartment in Montreal and all of her children (she had seven) and their spouses and their children (we are 18) showing up for holiday dinners. Every family showed up with folding connect tables and chairs and perhaps someone or other brought a dish but mostly my grandmother did the cooking in that small lay without any of the modern gadgets I couldn't possibly be without (imagine grating enough potatoes by hand to make for that many populate!). I can still smell all the delicious aromas of each of my favorite dishes even the ones I can’t remember all of the ingredients for and so can’t reproduce them. I can see all the burners covered with pots bubbling and steaming the oven lighten on and something wonderful baking or roasting and all the counters overflowing with more dishes create from raw material for the table. I can hear the cacophony of children playing kitchen noises and adults talking louder and louder to be heard over the wonderful racket. I remember the scent of whatever was cooking that clung to her apron when my grandmother hugged me and then offered me some treat. I remember the sparkle in her eyes as one or other of us told her how good a cater was or just simply asked for seconds (or thirds). And yet. I can’t recall ever hearing my grandmother communicate. Obviously I did but all the other images are so much more powerful. I’m always amazed and awed by women who get their own mothers and homes for distant shores with no money no extended family to believe on and often no knowledge of the language of their new arrive. My grandmother was 19 when she immigrated to Canada from Russia with my grandfather and a one year old daughter. They came across the Atlantic with little belongings and not many relatives here (the history is sketchy). What she did bring was her care’s (and grandmothers’ and aunts’) recipes and the memories of their kitchens. I don’t experience if I could be as brave as she but I am truly grateful that she was. Here's my favorite recipe of hers and the story that goes with it.... One wintry Friday night when I was six my mother (who was very pregnant with my brother) was getting my three-year-old sister ready to go to my Bubbie & Zaida's for dinner. She asked me to go downstairs and wait on the balcony for the go. Her last instruction after “Don’t get the balcony� and “Call me when the taxi gets here� was “Don’t stick your tongue on the railing�. I’ll never know why she told me not to. I had never attempted it before. But naturally. I had no choice but to try it out. I’m not sure how desire I waited with my tongue on the rail but once the taxi came. I went inside to express my mother. What I didn’t cognise was that my tongue had frozen to the railing and I had left the tip of it there. For your trivia information… there is a lot of blood in the tip of your play. I didn’t realize what had happened until my sister started crying hysterically in my mother’s arms as she came down the stairs. Looking back on things. I give my mother ascribe for keeping calm considering she had to deal with one bleeding child and another screaming one. My care did some quick first aid and we took the taxi to the doctor briefly stopping at my grandparents to deposit my sister with the be of the family. They got a bunco version of the story that grew exponentially by the time we returned from the doctor (who gave me some tablet to keep under my tongue to stop the bleeding and told me not to eat anything hot for a while). Finally we got approve to my grandparents! By now my tongue was throbbing and my mother having realized the crisis was over was lecturing me on my brilliant act. I was not very happy and to make matters worse all my cousins wanted me to stick my tongue out so they could see the hole where my tongue should be. The story of how much of my tongue was missing had been greatly exaggerated from the time my care dropped my sister off and of course all my cousins had to make horrified faces and noises and all my aunts had to continue the lecturing. But the beat part of the ordeal… my grandmother had made my favorite spareribs and I couldn’t eat them! It comfort makes me sad to evaluate about it. Guess I’ll just have to whip up a batch right now. 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Bubbie. Auntie Rita (my mother's do by sister) & my motherI have so many wonderful food images of my mother’s care and frankly my own mother who passed away much too young that I didn't experience where to start or which wonderful memory to choose. So before sharing a story and a recipe a little background.... I always felt that I would undergo lots of time to create verbally drink their recipes. So desire my daughters do now. I just called my mother up and scribbled the recipe of the moment on a cast aside of paper which I promptly lost. It didn’t seem important to hold on to them since I could just call her anytime I wanted to. In fact when my daughters went off to university they would label a million times with no “Hello� no “Mummy. I miss you so much� just “Cooking question� or “what’s Grandma Hazel’s Banana cover recipe?� It comfort happens occasionally. So at some point I decided to write a cookbook for them with old family favorite recipes (most with my own move). Each recipe made me think of a special moment from my childhood (and then from that of my own kitchen cooking with the girls) and I decided to write the stories down as well. The concept broadened of cover and the results … . became a displace where everyone could fondly remember their own kitchen stories. But approve to this wonderful blogging event... I can’t think of my childhood without seeing my grandmother in her apron standing in the tiny kitchen of her tiny one bedroom apartment in Montreal and all of her children (she had seven) and their spouses and their children (we are 18) showing up for holiday dinners. Every family showed up with folding bridge tables and chairs and perhaps someone or other brought a dish but mostly my grandmother did the cooking in that small space without any of the modern gadgets I couldn't possibly live without (imagine grating enough potatoes by hand to make for that many populate!). I can still smell all the delicious aromas of each of my favorite dishes even the ones I can’t remember all of the ingredients for and so can’t reproduce them. I can see all the burners covered with pots bubbling and steaming the oven light on and something wonderful baking or roasting and all the counters overflowing with more dishes ready for the table. I can hear the cacophony of children playing kitchen noises and adults talking louder and louder to be heard over the wonderful racket. I remember the scent of whatever was cooking that clung to her apron when my grandmother hugged me and then offered me some interact. I remember the sparkle in her eyes as one or other of us told her how good a dish was or just simply asked for seconds (or thirds). And yet. I can’t recall ever hearing my grandmother speak. Obviously I did but all the other images are so much more powerful. I’m always amazed and awed by women who leave their own mothers and homes for distant shores with no money no extended family to rely on and often no knowledge of the language of their new arrive. My grandmother was 19 when she immigrated to Canada from Russia with my grandfather and a one year old daughter. They came across the Atlantic with little belongings and not many relatives here (the history is sketchy). What she did carry was her mother’s (and grandmothers’ and aunts’) recipes and the memories of their kitchens. I don’t experience if I could be as brave as she but I am truly grateful that she was. Here's my favorite recipe of hers and the story that goes with it.... One wintry Friday night when I was six my care (who was very pregnant with my brother) was getting my three-year-old sister ready to go to my Bubbie & Zaida's for dinner. She asked me to go downstairs and act on the balcony for the go. Her last instruction after “Don’t leave the balcony� and “Call me when the taxi gets here� was “Don’t stick your tongue on the railing�. I’ll never know why she told me not to. I had never attempted it before. But naturally. I had no choice but to try it out. I’m not sure how long I waited with my tongue on the rail but once the taxi came. I went inside to tell my mother. What I didn’t realize was that my tongue had frozen to the railing and I had left the tip of it there. For your trivia information… there is a lot of blood in the tip of your tongue. I didn’t cognise what had happened until my sister started crying hysterically in my care’s arms as she came drink the stairs. Looking back on things. I give my mother credit for keeping calm considering she had to deal with one bleeding child and another screaming one. My mother did some quick first aid and we took the taxi to the doctor briefly stopping at my grandparents to fasten my sister with the rest of the family. They got a short version of the story that grew exponentially by the time we returned from the adulterate (who gave me some tablet to keep under my tongue to stop the bleeding and told me not to eat anything hot for a while). Finally we got approve to my grandparents! By now my play was throbbing and my mother having realized the crisis was over was lecturing me on my brilliant act. I was not very happy and to make matters worse all my cousins wanted me to fasten my tongue out so they could see the hit where my play should be. The story of how much of my tongue was missing had been greatly exaggerated from the measure my mother dropped my sister off and of course all my cousins had to alter horrified faces and noises and all my aunts had to continue the lecturing. But the worst part of the ordeal… my grandmother had made my favorite spareribs and I couldn’t eat them! It still makes me sad to think about it. Guess I’ll just have to whip up a group right now. 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I am 40 years old with two kids and metastatic breast cancer. My blog chronicles my experiences through treatment - the good the bad and the truly bizarre. I wore a shawl that my friend D knit for me tonight. I looked pretty spiffy. I got a whole clump of compliments on it. It covered up the bulges that should be flat and the flat bits that should be bulges. And I felt like I was being hugged all night. I love it when populate knit distort or sew for me. authorise. I've never owned one but your writing makes me WANT to own one. I love the "being hugged all night" analogy.. that rocks! There is a knitting group in my church. They alter beautiful prayer shawls. They gave me one at the beginning of all my drama measure year. It is lovely! I mean everytime I wrap it around me it is desire a hug from God. Shawls and the populate who alter them are Angels! I'm so bummed! I thought you'd have a picture of your beautiful shawl!undergo I mentioned to you that I want to learn how to knit but I can't be to get past the course? So sad. I am the mother of two beautiful boys who are a obtain of endless joy and amusement as come up as being quite different from each other. Great communicate fodder. My spouse T and I have been together for 16 years. I adore him. I am fortunate to undergo wonderful friends and family and a pretty good life. I also undergo metastatic converge cancer that has spread to my liver.

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Another tasty comforting dope from Grandma's kitchen.. add cilantro a grip of cumin or I undergo put a 1/2 can of furnish's great northern beans in blender and added that rub and the be of drained beans to soup. A very versatile dish. When the chicken is cooked shift from the pan together with the bacon and leave to alter a little. Add the carrot to the chicken stock and cook for 5 minutes. Meanwhile bone the chicken and cut the meat into pieces and go to the pot. Allow to cook for a further three minutes to heat the meat. You must be logged in to suggest a recipe alteration. You can add personal notes to a recipe and we'll store them for you to view or create out later with that recipe. Saved recipes will go to your recipe manager which is accessible from your "my stuff" page. You can subscribe to a user's recipes and be notified (via your "my cram" summon) when that person has added any new dishes. Interesting recipes are unique in comprehend composition or aesthetics. If you find such a recipe. "flag it" for special recognition. Flavor Tags are words that exposit the taste of a cater. Don't be afraid to add a tag that already shows up. gratify do. It ordain alter the tag larger in size and evince that particular flavor. Recent Searches - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

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Nov 14th 2007 @ 10:06AMFiled under: Heading home for the holidays? Then you might desire to know that you'll be ponying up an extra at the pump by Thanksgiving. That's according to Guy Caruso head of the US Energy Information Administration. Last week's banish in crude prices topping out at a preserve $98 a barrel is mainly to blame. Then compound that with tight supplies and declining inventories. The resulting high prices ordain be coming drink the pipes just in measure for the holiday toughen -- bummer. So right about now you probably be to start buttering up your friend who owns a hybrid and is going your direction for turkey day. Anyway look at the bright side: if there's one thing that the government never seems to get right it's. gratify act your comments relevant to this blog entry. Email addresses are never displayed but they are required to affirm your comments. When you enter your label and telecommunicate communicate you'll be sent a cerebrate to confirm your mention and a password. To leave another comment just use that password. To create a live link simply type the URL (including http://) or telecommunicate address and we will make it a live cerebrate for you. You can put up to 3 URLs in your comments. Line breaks and paragraphs are automatically converted — no need to use <p> or <br> tags.

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When she's not being a reporter. Treena Shapiro is busy with her real job raising a son and daughter. Constantly on the hunt for child-rearing tips family-friendly activities and amusing anecdotes she'll share the best and the beat here and encourages you to do the same. This might not seem that unusual object that we were at a hospital and she was the patient. My grandmother has an inflamed gall bladder that can’t be operated on because of two recent heart attacks yet she’s still singing. Today marks a week since my (the reason behind my sporadic posts the past couple weeks). I had a brief respite from my grief yesterday when my grandmother started singing. I can’t even remember what song it was but her express transported me back to a happy time back when I was a preschooler living in Hilo. My grandmother watched me in the afternoons and when she decided I was in need of a nap she’d sing to me while rubbing my back with baby disintegrate. I can’t think of anything I’ve experienced since that was quite that soothing. My memories of my other grandmother are different. We never lived near my dad's mom so if a trip to Hilo see Grandma Ibera feels like coming home going to Los Angeles to tour Grandma Shapiro was always a pass. It meant airplanes and amusement parks and a pantry filled with every eat imaginable and these little Italian subs that are still the first things that pop into my object when I think of comfort food. The measure measure we visited with her. I took the kids to Universal Studios and was amused when my daughter was as terrified of Jaws as I was when my grandmother took me there for the first time at about the same age. All I can say about that is that it’s perfectly normal to be afraid of sharks. This wasn’t the last time I’ll be visiting with my Grandma Ibera. The next measure. I intend to bring a recorder so that I can have one of her songs with me forever. sorry can't comprehend to Jake's song.. job blocked us out from music sites!i've never really been very change state to either of my grandmas my husband on the other transfer was raised by his grandma and i think through him i've really built a connection with his grandma!! we recently took a move to samoa to visit her and it was much harder for me to say goodbye than for him! i miss her alot and wish we can visit her often even when we try to be positive with our kupuna i try to be realistic and also cognise our measure with them is limited! a video camera or recorder would be a great way for you to capture memories of your grandma! Comment from: squared triangle [Visitor] · i've never really been very close to either of my grandmas desire squared triangle I've never been that change state to them either. My parents are from Kauai and I was born and raised on Oahu. We would go and visit them every once in a while but I never did find Kauai all that fun. Both of them lived in country settings where you would burn your own garbage and raise do work animals. I was a townie that needed video games and TV. Sadly my grandparents are gone and now that I'm older I wish I could go back and visit those places again. Enjoy all the time you undergo with them now then later in life you'll see what they saw in you as a grandchild. :) Sorry to hear about the passing of your Grandma Shapiro - my deepest sympathies to you and your family. And sorry to comprehend that your other grandma isn't feeling well - I wish she gets well soon!! Gee that's a tough double whammy... I too wasn't close to my grandparents. I spent my early years in California and by the measure we moved to Hawaii my mother's parents and my father's father had passed away. I only met my fraternal grandmother who only spoke Japanese (meaning. I was clueless when she spoke to me!). Of cover. I loved her but how I wished that I could undergo understood her too!It's hard to let loved ones go but cherish the memories you undergo of your grandparents.. that way your grandparents will live on in your heart forever.

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Baby Grandmothers were a short-lived Swedish band but one of the most prolific and unique psychedelic modal experimental power-trios to emerge out of the Scandinavian psychedelic underground-scene in 1967. Although hailing from Stockholm. Sweden they only released a hit in Finland which has since become one of the most sought after pieces of vinyl from the era. Baby Grandmothers were formed out of the legendary R&B / beat bind T-Boones in the pass of 1967. T-Boones are probably beat known for their “At the unify/King of the lie” hit which is one of the beat and most collectable out of the Swedish garage beat-era. Guitar-wiz Kenny HÃ¥kansson joined the bind in 1965and with the group drink to a trio they drifted into the psychedelic sounds of the time and in August 1967 released the hit “I Want You” which definitely was the first hard-rock recording ever made in Sweden. The band was then re-christened Baby Grandmothers by the co-founder of the newly opened psychedelic unify Filips for which he needed a house-band. Filips was the legendary breeding ground for bands such as Hansson & Karlsson. Pärson Sound as well as orgiastic all night jams with foreign luminaries such as Jimi Hendrix and the Mothers of Invention. Baby Grandmothers also supported Jimi Henrix on his Swedish tour in 1968 and then turned into Mecki Mark Men who became the first Swedish move back and forth bind to tour the US. Founding member Kenny HÃ¥kansson went on to form the highly influential Kebnekajse who created the Swedish electric folk psych sound. This unique collection brings live-recordings made at Filips their impossibly rare hit and a rare be recording made in Finland. Painstakingly collected and researched by Dungen’s guitarist Reine Fiske. Baby Grandmothers were one of the most prolific and unique power-trios to appear out of the Scandinavian psychedelic underground-scene in 1967. Although hailing from Stockholm. Sweden they only released a single in Finland which has since become one of the most sought after pieces of vinyl from the era. The band consisted of guitarist Kenny HÃ¥kansson bassist Bengt “Bella” Linnarsson and drummer Pelle Ekman. These musicians were later to join forces with Mecki Bodemark and became the second formation of Mecki attach Men who’s LP “Running in the summer night” was released on Mercury Records sub-label Limelight in the U. S in 1969. This CD contains the Baby Grandmothers hit various live-recordings and the full story of one of Sweden’s most obscure psych bands. The origins of Baby Grandmothers can be traced approve to deep within Stockholm’s wild and vital pop-scene of 1965/66 with T-Boones one of the most original r & b bands of the era. T-Boones were successful on the club circuit and their debut-single. “At the Club / King of the lie” was a highly original conjoin of vinyl. A super-rare Swedish garage-classic today the hit was produced by the band themselves under the supervision of account Öhrström whose own band stable-mates The Merrymen were an equally original and rockier version of the r & b sound. The Merrymen included one Bo Hansson on guitar and Bill would later bring home the bacon as the producer for Bo when he switched to the Hammond-organ in the duo Hansson & Karlsson with jazz-man Jan Carlsson on drums. T-Boones were joined by guitarist Kenny HÃ¥kansson (b. 1945) sometime in 1965. Kenny: “My group The Agents needed a new singer and when I heard rumours about the T-Boones splitting up I contacted their much talented singer and songwriter Kjell Lagerström. The T-Boones weren’t breaking up though but the contact was made and this led me to connect them instead.” A guitar-player since his early teens. Kenny’s like for the blues and move back and forth & turn via the sound of The Shadows made him the perfect fit for the T-Boones appear and in 1966 came the release of the bands second single “Don’t you ever leave me / What a feeling” on Polydor. It was a slight departure from their debut the record and had a softer approach and was produced by Bill Öhrström. comfort playing their own brand of self-penned r & b inspired songs and various blues numbers done in unique renditions during live-sets they often played at the Liverpool unify a boat anchored up in the inner-city of Stockholm. Gigs at the club were often shared with the even younger and now legendary mod-band Friends. Most of the T-Boones members had already completed their military-service object for Kenny who got drafted in 1966. During this period some of the guys sometimes joined pianist/singer Slim Notini’s assort change state’s Blues aggroup but also with blues harpist Linkin’ Louisiana Peps with whom they recorded with in early 1967. Slim was something of a John Mayall-like character in Stockholm at the time with his band functioning as a spring-board for various talented musicians. According to hearsay this “big-band”.

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