Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow Creeps in this petty pace from day to day, To the last syllable of recorded time; And all our yesterdays have lighted fools The way to dusty death. Out, out brief candle! Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player That struts and frets his hour upon the stage And then is heard no more: it is a tale Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, Signifying nothing. -- Macbeth, Act 5, Scene 5
Frankie and Slim
Tuesday, December 04, 2007
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I just read all those recipes - I might try that goulash for dinner.
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Wait a minute....
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I had to grab a tissue to wipe away the tears.
Heavy cream...
YUMMMMMMMMM!!
I love recipes...funny because I don't cook anymore but I have a huge amount of cookbooks. I love to go through them and then mark the ones I think would be good....Think the corn chowder would be great hmmmmmm.
ReplyDeleteMy Gandmother used to dry corn for use in the winter. She would soak it in water the night before to plump it back up and serve it in heavy cream and real butter. I don't know how long she cooked it before adding the cream and butter. It was a very different taste than fresh corn, but I loved it!
ReplyDeletehummm, corn chowder!
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