I love franks. I’m a native New Yorker so we call hot dogs “franks.” I reside in Southern California now. I wish I could find a good frank around here. Last year, Ralph’s had some packaged that were sooo good. They had that snap that you love if you really love franks, none of that oily oozing some companies characterize as “juicy” and that wonderfully agreeable great, but subtle taste and blend of spices.
I don’t like a lot of embellishments on my frank, just a line of mustard, that’s good enough for me. I wrote down the company name of the product, but now I can’t seem to find it nor can I recall it. Can anybody out there help a Sista out?
On the weather tip, today was one for the records. The people here call it “May Grey”. It rained. It’s dark. It’s about 60 degrees. People here call it “freezing”. The weather woman is wearing a fur trimmed hoodie. For some bizarre reason this weather has turned my thoughts toward food.
I love artichokes. Grilled, pickled, marinated, plain– Love, love, love them! I’m not big on candy, snack foods, cakes and sweets. Don’t get me wrong, I like these things as much as the next person I guess, but I prefer vegetables and meat. I don’t gravitate toward fruit much, but I like nuts and dried fruit mixes with nuts, especially cranberries, apricots and raisins.
For some reason, I feel the need to revisit the beet and to rethink my attitude towards it. When I was a child growing up both in the Bronx and Charleston, SC, the beet was always, always, always canned and that horrid, red/purplely liquid would stain everything on the plate it oozed onto. And the taste– I shudder just recalling it.
On occasion I watch Top Chef. Not all the time, but I’ve been watching it some lately because The Daily Show(
) and The Colbert Report (
) are in reruns right now. The contestants use beets a lot in their recipes. It looks like a bulb root. I am going to screw my courage to the sticking place and try it again.
This resolve makes me feel good about myself. That in spite of having had perhaps a not so pleasant experience with the beet in the past, having seen it in its natural and rehabilitated state I can feel I will give it a try. I don’t want to be like individuals I have found myself in association with lately. People who see the world as being full of dangerous and threatening “theys” and “thems” they need to avoid, malign or mistreat.
It’s a world view that justifies their keeping these “theys” and “thems” at arms length, to exclude people who are not in their opinion “most Christians” and then turn around and set up chairs in their separatist home-church earnestly feeling God is on their side. Their consciences are seared. They have an entrenched belief in their definition of right. This rigid sense of right makes them murderers of the spirit.
How have you overcome them? Will I?
Heaven help the child who never had a home
Heaven help the girl who walks the streets alone
Heaven help the roses if the bombs begin to fall
Heaven help us all
Heaven help the black man if he struggles one more day
Heaven help the white man if he turns his back away
Heaven help the man who kicks the man who has to crawl
Heaven help us all
Heaven help us all, Heaven help us all, help us all
Heaven help us all, Lord, hear our call when we fall
Heaven help the boy who won’t reach twenty-one
Heaven help the man who gave that boy a gun
Heaven help the people with their backs against the wall
Lord, Heaven help us all
Heaven help us all, heaven help us all, heaven help us all
Heaven help us, Lord, hear our call when we fall, help us all
Now lay me down before I go to sleep
In a troubled world, I pray the Lord to keep
Keep hatred from the mighty and the mighty from the small
Heaven help us all
Heaven help us all, Heaven help us all
Heaven help us all, Heaven help us all
Heaven help us all, Heaven help us all
Stevie Wonder/1970 Heaven Help Us All
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