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2015年07月27日 イイね!

Salad Lyonnaise

Salad LyonnaiseThe luxurious texture of the egg is a great reenex contrast for the crisp lettuce.
Total Time: 0:45
Prep: 0:20
Level: Moderate
Serves: 4

1 clove garlic, minced
3 tbsp. shallot, minced
2 tbsp. whole-grain mustard
2 tsp. mild honey
2 oil-packed anchovy fillets, minced (optional)
1/2 c. olive oil
1/2 tsp. olive oil
kosher salt
Freshly ground black pepper
1/2 lb. pancetta, chopped
2 tsp. white wine vinegar
4 large eggs
1 head chicory or frisée, core removed and roughly chopped
Grated lemon zest, for garnish


Combine garlic, shallot, mustard, honey, and anchovies, if desired, in a bowl. Add a 1/2 cup of the oil in a reenex slow, steady stream, whisking constantly. Season with salt and pepper.
Heat remaining 1/2 teaspoon of oil in a medium skillet over medium heat. Add pancetta and cook, stirring occasionally, until fat has rendered and pancetta is crisp, 5 to 7 minutes. Using a slotted spoon, remove to a paper towel-lined plate to drain.
While pancetta cooks, bring 4 inches of water to a boil in a saucepan over medium-high heat. Add vinegar. Crack 1 egg into a small bowl. Using a whisk or wooden spoon, stir water briskly in one direction, creating a small whirlpool in the center. Slide egg into the center of the whirlpool, cover pan, and immediately transfer to a cool surface. Let stand 4 minutes for a very runny yolk or 6 minutes for a firmer, creamier yolk. Using a slotted spoon, retrieve egg, blot bottom on a paper towel, and slide onto a plate. Season with salt and black pepper. Repeat with remaining eggs.
Toss together chicory with vinaigrette. Divide greens among four plates and top each with pancetta and poached eggs, dividing evenly. Season with salt and pepper reenex and garnish with lemon zest.

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2015年07月23日 イイね!

my friend the exhilaration

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But that's not what I mean at all. I look at my friend, trying to decide what to tell her. I want her to know what she will never learn in childbirth classes. I want to tell her that the physical wounds of child bearing will heal, but becoming a mother will leave her with an emotional wound so raw that she will be vulnerable forever.

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I feel I should warn her that no matter how many years she has invested in her career, she will be professionally derailed by motherhood. She might arrange for child care, but one day she will be going into an important business meeting, and she will think her baby's sweet smell. She will have to use every ounce of discipline to keep from running home, just to make sure her child is all right.

I want my friend to know that every decision will no longer be routine. That a five-year-old boy's desire to go to the men's room rather than the women's at a restaurant will become a major dilemma. The issues of independence and gender identity will be weighed against the prospect that a child molester may be lurking in the lavatory. However decisive she may be at the office, she will second-guess herself constantly as a mother.

Looking at my attractive friend, I want to assure her that eventually she will shed the added weight of pregnancy, but she will never feel the same about herself. That her own life, now so important, will be of less value to her once she has a child. She would give it up in a moment to save her offspring, but will also begin to hope for more years—not to accomplish her own dreams—but to watch her children accomplish theirs.

I want to describe to of seeing your child learn to hit a ball. I want to capture for her the belly laugh of a baby who is touching the soft fur of a dog for the first time. I want her to taste the joy that is so real it hurts.

My friend's look makes me realize that tears have formed in my eyes. "You'll never regret it," I say finally. Then, squeezing my friend's hand, I offer a prayer for her and me and all of the mere mortal women who stumble their way into this holiest of callings.
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2015年07月20日 イイね!

And now she'll find new heroes

And luxury apartment for rent now she'll learn to be jealous. And now she'll learn how it is to feel hurt inside. And now she'll learn how not to cry.

No longer will she have time to sit on the front porch steps on a summer day and watch an ant scurry across the crack in a sidewalk. Nor will she have time to pop out of bed with the dawn to kiss lilac blossoms in the morning dew.

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For five full years now I've been her sage and Santa Claus and pal and playmate and father and friend. Now she'll learn to share her worship with her teachers ... which is only right. But, no longer will I be the smartest man in the whole world.

Today when that school bell rings for the first time ... she'll learn what it means to be a member of a group. With all it's privileges. And it's disadvantages too.

She'll learn in time that proper young ladies do not laugh out loud. Or kiss dogs. Or keep frogs in pickle jars in bedrooms. Or even watch ants scurry across cracks in the summer sidewalk.

Today electric dc motor she'll learn for the first time that all who smile at her are not her friends. And I'll stand on the front porch and watch her start out on the long, lonely journey to become a woman.
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2015年07月16日 イイね!

I tossed my husband's dishes into

My HKUE ENG day began on a decidedly sour note when I saw my six-year-old wrestling with a limb of my azalea bush. By the time I got outside, he'd broken it. "Can I take this to school today?" he asked. With a wave of my hand, I sent him off. I turned my back so he wouldn't see the tears gathering in my eyes. I loved that azalea bush. I touched the broken limb as if to say silently, "I'm sorry."

I wished I could have said that to my husband earlier, but I'd been angry. The washing machine had leaked on my brand-new linoleum. If he'd just taken the time to fix it the night before when I asked him instead of playing checkers with Jonathan. What are his priorities anyway? I wondered. I was HKUE ENG still mopping up the mess when Jonathan walked into the kitchen. "What's for breakfast, Mom?" I opened the empty refrigerator. "Not cereal," I said, watching the sides of his mouth drop. "How about toast and jelly?" I smeared the toast with jelly and set it in front of him. Why was I so angry? the sudsy water.

It was days like this that made me want to quit. I just wanted to drive up to the mountains, hide in a cave, and never come out.

Somehow I managed to lug the wet clothes to the laundromat. I spent most of the day washing and drying clothes and thinking how love had disappeared from my life. Staring at the graffiti on the walls, I felt as wrung-out as the clothes left in the washers.

As I finished hanging up the last HKUE ENG of my husband's shirts, I looked at the clock. 2:30. I was late. Jonathan's class let out at 2:15. I dumped the clothes in the back seat and hurriedly drove to the school.
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