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Tuesday, February 9, 2016
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Sunday, February 7, 2016
Recpe: Marrow Soup
1-2 packages beef marrow bones
1 60oz can tomato sauce or homemade sauce
12 oz or so chicken broth
chopped onions
salt, pepper, oregano, rosemary to taste
Spaghetti, about half a package
Water to cover
Wash the bones and cook/boil with broth, onions, water, and spices. It takes about one half hour for them to cook. Marrow and any meat will brown, onions will clarify.
Add the tomato sauce,bring to boil again, then simmer.
After about 40 mins, let boil again and add pasta; any kind works, but I like the spaghetti. When pasta is done, sprinkle with parmesan or romano, or mdzithra cheese, and serve.
1 60oz can tomato sauce or homemade sauce
12 oz or so chicken broth
chopped onions
salt, pepper, oregano, rosemary to taste
Spaghetti, about half a package
Water to cover
Wash the bones and cook/boil with broth, onions, water, and spices. It takes about one half hour for them to cook. Marrow and any meat will brown, onions will clarify.
Add the tomato sauce,bring to boil again, then simmer.
After about 40 mins, let boil again and add pasta; any kind works, but I like the spaghetti. When pasta is done, sprinkle with parmesan or romano, or mdzithra cheese, and serve.
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| Stock photo shows marrow bone soup with bones cooked and browned. I added | pasta, not potatoes and greens |
Friday, February 5, 2016
Of Birds and Nests
It's been a strange, strange winter. I saw my first robin in January. We have little or no snow, and it is over 40 degrees one day, then below 20 another. The birds seem to be frantic; they are hopping around with seeds in their mouths, their eyes bright as black beads.
When I was at school years ago, we had an alcove in the university building where I worked where pigeons roosted. The whole five years I was there, there was a lone nest in the corner, with two eggs in it. They had petrified for sure by the time I graduated, and they had never hatched. They were the same eggs. One, sometimes two pigeons, sat by the nest and just stared. Were they wishing things were different? Were they contemplating futile efforts? Their loyalty and devotion were touching, even if a little misplaced.
When I was at school years ago, we had an alcove in the university building where I worked where pigeons roosted. The whole five years I was there, there was a lone nest in the corner, with two eggs in it. They had petrified for sure by the time I graduated, and they had never hatched. They were the same eggs. One, sometimes two pigeons, sat by the nest and just stared. Were they wishing things were different? Were they contemplating futile efforts? Their loyalty and devotion were touching, even if a little misplaced.
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