I belive this is the most perfect summer meal ever. Fresh Jersey corn with a pinch of salt and some butter. And homemade mozzerella, basil and tomatoes from my dad's garden, a bit of red onion with a slight drizzle of olive oil on some nice fresh baked bread. Just doesn't get any b etter than this...
My thoughts on whatever passes through my line of sight.
8/04/2005
Grist Magazine: Britty Twister
Estrogen exposure blamed for upswing in male chest-reduction surgery
British men are flocking to clinics for surgery to reduce their man mammaries. Here we pause a moment to savor that sentence ... OK, done. U.K. doctors blame increased exposure to female hormones for a reported doubling over one year of the number of operations for gynecomastia, a condition in which men grow bosoms similar in structure and composition to those of women -- as distinct from the mere fat deposits adorning portly TV-sitcom husbands. A society of U.K. plastic surgeons reported that members performed about 53 male chest-reduction surgeries apiece in 2004 compared to 22 in 2003. Likely causes of the estrogen exposure include traces of women's contraceptive pills in the water supply and hormones fed to animals raised for human consumption. Increased female hormones in the environment are also blamed for falling sperm counts in British men, whose ongoing emasculation is raising world schadenfreude to levels not seen since the Thames flooded with raw sewage almost a year ago.
straight to the source: The Sunday Times, Sarah-Kate Templeton, 31 Jul 2005
British men are flocking to clinics for surgery to reduce their man mammaries. Here we pause a moment to savor that sentence ... OK, done. U.K. doctors blame increased exposure to female hormones for a reported doubling over one year of the number of operations for gynecomastia, a condition in which men grow bosoms similar in structure and composition to those of women -- as distinct from the mere fat deposits adorning portly TV-sitcom husbands. A society of U.K. plastic surgeons reported that members performed about 53 male chest-reduction surgeries apiece in 2004 compared to 22 in 2003. Likely causes of the estrogen exposure include traces of women's contraceptive pills in the water supply and hormones fed to animals raised for human consumption. Increased female hormones in the environment are also blamed for falling sperm counts in British men, whose ongoing emasculation is raising world schadenfreude to levels not seen since the Thames flooded with raw sewage almost a year ago.
straight to the source: The Sunday Times, Sarah-Kate Templeton, 31 Jul 2005
8/02/2005
Eat Local Update...
Ok, so August has begun and I have "finalized" my rules for the Eat Local Challenge. So far the things giving me issues include sugar, flour and cereals/grains, citrus fruits and yougurt. Most of this I can't go a month without so I am planning on doing organic for those (pretty much already do). I will say my first day was pretty bad, had leftover diner omelette for breakfast and lunch involved the remaining Marlin from dinner, but the corn was local. Day two was a bit better and our whole dinner was from Jersey.
We did our first excursion on Saturday to aquire some of our local food. A failed trip to Lucy's Pasta led to a slightly detoured trip to Griggstown Quail Farm where we picked up some quiche, poussin's and local honey. Two Brothers ravioli rounded out some of our purchases at the farm across the street.
I can't say it enough, I had some more of the chicken from Griggstown. It really tastes different than run of the mill supermarket chicken. And I can't even take the credit for this cause we bought a pre-marinated one and all I did was broil it for 25 minutes. I highly reccomend everyone to take a trip to Griggstown and try some. All yummy stuff.
We did our first excursion on Saturday to aquire some of our local food. A failed trip to Lucy's Pasta led to a slightly detoured trip to Griggstown Quail Farm where we picked up some quiche, poussin's and local honey. Two Brothers ravioli rounded out some of our purchases at the farm across the street.
I can't say it enough, I had some more of the chicken from Griggstown. It really tastes different than run of the mill supermarket chicken. And I can't even take the credit for this cause we bought a pre-marinated one and all I did was broil it for 25 minutes. I highly reccomend everyone to take a trip to Griggstown and try some. All yummy stuff.
8/01/2005
Random Thoughts....
Another wedding, another 3 day weekend. Despite the heat, it was a pretty good weekend.
1) “The cousins” really are too much fun. Especially when at weddings we all go to the lobby to take “the cousins” photo and realize that is the only time of the night when the bar is empty.
2) As the final cousins weddings loom on the horizon (well, ok so we got more than a year till mine) I get sad thinking that our dancing days are limited. Perhaps we should start having DJ’s at all the christenings with the babies that will be coming in the next few years?
3) I spent an afternoon at the Cranford pool, where growing up I spent hours swimming, diving, playing spoons, spit and shuffleboard and was depressed to know that they have since took out one of the diving boards and you can no longer dive anywhere from the edge – including at the 7 foot end of the pool. How am I supposed to get into the water then – use a ladder, there’s no fun in that. Jeez, what people do in the name of “safety”.
4) On the plus side of the pool, you no longer need bathing caps. And the put up nice umbrellas.
5) As much as I love my niece, it was very nice to spend time with my parents without her. Much calmer and we had a nice dinner at the Cranford Hotel.
6) Another afternoon of watching Stargate. I’m not sure when it happened, but I think I have officially become a Sci-Fi geek. I blame Jack.
1) “The cousins” really are too much fun. Especially when at weddings we all go to the lobby to take “the cousins” photo and realize that is the only time of the night when the bar is empty.
2) As the final cousins weddings loom on the horizon (well, ok so we got more than a year till mine) I get sad thinking that our dancing days are limited. Perhaps we should start having DJ’s at all the christenings with the babies that will be coming in the next few years?
3) I spent an afternoon at the Cranford pool, where growing up I spent hours swimming, diving, playing spoons, spit and shuffleboard and was depressed to know that they have since took out one of the diving boards and you can no longer dive anywhere from the edge – including at the 7 foot end of the pool. How am I supposed to get into the water then – use a ladder, there’s no fun in that. Jeez, what people do in the name of “safety”.
4) On the plus side of the pool, you no longer need bathing caps. And the put up nice umbrellas.
5) As much as I love my niece, it was very nice to spend time with my parents without her. Much calmer and we had a nice dinner at the Cranford Hotel.
6) Another afternoon of watching Stargate. I’m not sure when it happened, but I think I have officially become a Sci-Fi geek. I blame Jack.
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