I got these two recipes from the Yahoo recipe site. If you have the patience - try them out and decide the winner for yourself.
A. Title: CRICKET'S SPAM QUICHE
Categories: Meats, Eggs
Yield: 4 servings
1 c Coarsely chopped mushrooms
5 T Butter/margarine
1 c Finely crushed stone wheat
-crackers
1/4 c Green onions, sliced
1/4 c Brown onions, chopped
3/4 c Monterey Jack cheese
3/4 c Medium Sharp Cheddar cheese,
-grated
3/4 c Mozzarella cheese, grated
1 c Ricotta cheese
4 ea Eggs
1/4 t Cayenne pepper
1/4 t Paprika
1/4 c Milk
1 ea Cooked artichoke
1/4 c Green bell pepper, chopped
1/4 c Red bell pepper, chopped
1 cn Spam, shredded
1. Saute mushrooms in 3 Tbs butter until limp.
2. Stir in the crushed crackers, then turn into well greased 10-inch round
quiche pan.
3. Press mushroom mixture evenly over bottom of dish and up the sides.
4. Melt remaining butter, add onions, saute and add shredded Spam. Layer
shredded cheeses and Spam in dish.
5. In blender, whirl the eggs, ricotta, milk and cayenne until smooth.
6. Pour Into crust and sprinkle with paprika. Place sauteed red and
green bell peppers on top. Bake in oven at 375 for 40 to 45 mins.
7. Garnish with cooked artichoke.
B. TITLE- New Delhi Spiced Chicken
Recipe By : Jo Anne Merrill
Serving Size : 4 Preparation Time :0:40 Categories : Ethnic Poultry Amount Measure Ingredient -- Preparation Method -------- ------------ ------- 1 teaspoon ground turmeric
1 teaspoon curry powder
1 teaspoon coriander
1/2 teaspoon ground ginger
1/8 teaspoon chili powder -- * pure
black pepper -- to taste
3 tablespoons Pure butterfat -- or margarine
4 boneless skinless chicken breast halves -- cubed
2 onions -- chopped fine
2 tomatoes -- chopped
2 green bell peppers -- chopped fine
1 celery stalks -- chopped fine
3 parsley sprigs -- minced
2 garlic cloves -- minced
1/3 cup seedless raisins
1 tablespoon dry sherry
1 1/2 teaspoons lemon juice
* Pure chili contains only chili powder. There are no other spices in it.Strengths vary from mild to fiery hot. If you cannot find pure chili for this recipe, try regular chili.
1. Heat two tablespoons butter or margarine in a large skillet. Placefirst six ingredients (all the spices) in skillet and brown for 1 minute over high heat.
2. Have the chicken breasts boned, skinned and cut into bite-sized cubes. Place chicken in skillet with browned spices; stir to coat well, then brown 1 minute longer or until chicken has turned white on the inside (cut a piece to check). Remove from pan and set aside.
3. Add remaining butter to pan and saute onions over high heat until limp.
4.Add remaining ingredients, including browned chicken, and cook over medium heat until celery is tender but still slightly crisp. Vegetables will give off some juiciness as they cook.
Serve over brown rice. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Serving Ideas : Serve with brown rice and cucumbers in yogurt dressing.
Friday, May 11, 2007
Tuesday, April 10, 2007
EASTER
By DEEPAK MENON - A POEM
Recorded History tells of 20 pieces of Silver
And records a last supper just the day before
When the man from Galillee spoke of a betrayer
Who would not keep betrayal in abeyance any more!
.
So it came about and a troop came to a garden
And carried away the man who rode on a mule
To be judged by whom we may call a Roman Warden
Who was a proxy sent, the promised land to rule
.
Judgement was swift as is always wont to be
When humans sense their glory false is in danger
And with two petty thieves our hero was instantly
Sentenced to to be crucified like a criminal stranger
.
Knowing it was the Zenith of the plan of the Lord
He carried a cross himself up the fateful hill
A crown of thorns, cresting his bloody brow so broad
With even a cup of water offered on the way, spil’d
.
By brutal overseers of the tyrannical rulers of the land
Who lashed the valiant preacher of the ultimate grace
And forbade any from the crowds, from lending him a hand
All the way to the terrible fateful dreaded place
.
Where was finally planted the cross they had carried
And with nails driven through their feet and hands
They were crucified, and the tyrants never tarried
And swept away to desecrate other people’s lands
.
And on that Good Friday the heavens opened their doors
Shedding rain like the tears of the angels of the Lord
Carrying the preachers blood across the plains and moors
To mingle with and change water to the nectar of the lord.
.
And the diseases afflicting the exploited masses of the Earth
Were washed away; Lepers became whole again
But there was only sadness over the land, without any mirth
As the heavens continued to pour the Lords tears like rain
.
“Good Friday” passed and gave way to another day
And the lifeless remains of the Immaculate Conception
Carried into a cave and thrown inside and inert they lay
A boulder blocking the entrance marking the trepidation
.
Of the keepers of the flag of injustice and tyrannical rule
Who feared that the sight of the body itself could be
A trigger for the masses to rise against the unholy rule
Yes, the cowardly tyrants - feared even what they could not see!
.
But came the Lord's day of rest, and he reached out with love
Rising from the floor, moving the boulder with a gesture
He emerged from the cave and set to flight the whitest dove
Carrying his message of love glittering with ethereal lusture
.
To the corners of the world and the Disciples outside in wait
Rose as one with amazed wonder in their incredulous look
As they watched him ascend to Heavens Golden Gate
Leaving his message of truth and love in his immortal book
.
A testament of love for the peoples of the Earth
A vision to cherish, when awake or in slumber they lay
For the millennia to follow, since the Christ took birth
And for His return the millions do pray, on Easter Day
Recorded History tells of 20 pieces of Silver
And records a last supper just the day before
When the man from Galillee spoke of a betrayer
Who would not keep betrayal in abeyance any more!
.
So it came about and a troop came to a garden
And carried away the man who rode on a mule
To be judged by whom we may call a Roman Warden
Who was a proxy sent, the promised land to rule
.
Judgement was swift as is always wont to be
When humans sense their glory false is in danger
And with two petty thieves our hero was instantly
Sentenced to to be crucified like a criminal stranger
.
Knowing it was the Zenith of the plan of the Lord
He carried a cross himself up the fateful hill
A crown of thorns, cresting his bloody brow so broad
With even a cup of water offered on the way, spil’d
.
By brutal overseers of the tyrannical rulers of the land
Who lashed the valiant preacher of the ultimate grace
And forbade any from the crowds, from lending him a hand
All the way to the terrible fateful dreaded place
.
Where was finally planted the cross they had carried
And with nails driven through their feet and hands
They were crucified, and the tyrants never tarried
And swept away to desecrate other people’s lands
.
And on that Good Friday the heavens opened their doors
Shedding rain like the tears of the angels of the Lord
Carrying the preachers blood across the plains and moors
To mingle with and change water to the nectar of the lord.
.
And the diseases afflicting the exploited masses of the Earth
Were washed away; Lepers became whole again
But there was only sadness over the land, without any mirth
As the heavens continued to pour the Lords tears like rain
.
“Good Friday” passed and gave way to another day
And the lifeless remains of the Immaculate Conception
Carried into a cave and thrown inside and inert they lay
A boulder blocking the entrance marking the trepidation
.
Of the keepers of the flag of injustice and tyrannical rule
Who feared that the sight of the body itself could be
A trigger for the masses to rise against the unholy rule
Yes, the cowardly tyrants - feared even what they could not see!
.
But came the Lord's day of rest, and he reached out with love
Rising from the floor, moving the boulder with a gesture
He emerged from the cave and set to flight the whitest dove
Carrying his message of love glittering with ethereal lusture
.
To the corners of the world and the Disciples outside in wait
Rose as one with amazed wonder in their incredulous look
As they watched him ascend to Heavens Golden Gate
Leaving his message of truth and love in his immortal book
.
A testament of love for the peoples of the Earth
A vision to cherish, when awake or in slumber they lay
For the millennia to follow, since the Christ took birth
And for His return the millions do pray, on Easter Day
Sunday, April 01, 2007
THE EMPTY HALLS AGAIN FULL OF LOVE - a poem by me
She explores the halls of her inner being
Full of the vestiges of could have been dreams
Now the halls are deserted and no one is seen
Agoraphobic panic fills he,r as she silently screams
.
.Screams against the emptiness, now filling her soul
crying for golden memories, of her past to come alive
To once again show her the gates of her golden goal
Where once, the beautiful garden of love did thrive..
.
But the sands of time were scattered by a howling wind
A long time ago, when brightly shining was love's light
and the ardour of love was slowly eroded and thinned
Till came a darkness, to empty the halls like a blight.
.
Many empty years passed, in battling that inner yearning
for a glory slowly fading, into the dim and dark past.
Till, from far away, came a little light brightly burning
and into the darkness, a glimmer of kindling love cast.
.
The shadows faded, and the sky again surely lightened
Fear receded into the darkness again, giving rising hope
Of another Paradise, with expectations more heightened
and life was no longer a sorrow needing tears to cope..
.
Because from the far away horizon, came a reveling crowd
Of strangers, with friendship and affection in their heart
And the songs of friendship reverberated clear and loud
Singing, that from her internet friends she would never part!!.
.
Composed by Deepak Menon (demoninlove) specially for a
a kind gentle and loving internet friend, directly on her blog
on 25th Feb 2007 as a comment response to an entry on her
blog which seemed to reflect some despondancy in her .....
Full of the vestiges of could have been dreams
Now the halls are deserted and no one is seen
Agoraphobic panic fills he,r as she silently screams
.
.Screams against the emptiness, now filling her soul
crying for golden memories, of her past to come alive
To once again show her the gates of her golden goal
Where once, the beautiful garden of love did thrive..
.
But the sands of time were scattered by a howling wind
A long time ago, when brightly shining was love's light
and the ardour of love was slowly eroded and thinned
Till came a darkness, to empty the halls like a blight.
.
Many empty years passed, in battling that inner yearning
for a glory slowly fading, into the dim and dark past.
Till, from far away, came a little light brightly burning
and into the darkness, a glimmer of kindling love cast.
.
The shadows faded, and the sky again surely lightened
Fear receded into the darkness again, giving rising hope
Of another Paradise, with expectations more heightened
and life was no longer a sorrow needing tears to cope..
.
Because from the far away horizon, came a reveling crowd
Of strangers, with friendship and affection in their heart
And the songs of friendship reverberated clear and loud
Singing, that from her internet friends she would never part!!.
.
Composed by Deepak Menon (demoninlove) specially for a
a kind gentle and loving internet friend, directly on her blog
on 25th Feb 2007 as a comment response to an entry on her
blog which seemed to reflect some despondancy in her .....
Wednesday, March 07, 2007
It's a choice not to say those hurtful worsa
Love is a strange mix of things. It has to be put before all else. It can't be
allowed to get run down and neglected. At the beginning of love... things
are often easy. Maintaining it , however, is a conscious choice. It's a choice
as to whether you take the time , thought , energy, and consideration to
make love continue as it was in the beginning. It's a choice not to walk away
when the ugly side of commitment appears. It's a choice not to say those hurtful
words that YOU CAN'T TAKE BACK.
So , again, what is love? I suppose there are many stages of love, but to get
to the lasting kind takes alot of hard work, dedication, and
commitment . The lasting kind requires you to work as hard
at the relationship as you would to getting a promotion or a raise.
The lasting kind requires a reciprocal agreement to put the othe
r persons needs before your own. The lasting kind takes the most work,.
but is also the most beautiful and fulfilling.
Author unknown.
And after reading that on Kathy’s friend Sophia’s Blog I thought that I would post some proverbs I had written on my blog on the subject of Lovers who are generally incurably afflicted with the Love thing …
LOVERS
14.1 Lovers see only with their hearts. Blind to
everything else, they cannot avoid the pitfalls
inevitably scattered along the path of life.
.
14.2 The love of a lover is akin to the worship
of a worshipper. Both are oblivious to
the flaws and pits in the façades of their
respective idols - which are all too apparent
to the non lover or the non worshipper.
One who can see the flaws is neither a lover
nor a worshipper.
.
14.3 The power of love can make or destroy worlds.
The history of our mother earth would be
drab indeed, if it were not so lavishly
bejeweled with sparkling episodes of the antics
of lovers.
. . . .Deepak Menon
allowed to get run down and neglected. At the beginning of love... things
are often easy. Maintaining it , however, is a conscious choice. It's a choice
as to whether you take the time , thought , energy, and consideration to
make love continue as it was in the beginning. It's a choice not to walk away
when the ugly side of commitment appears. It's a choice not to say those hurtful
words that YOU CAN'T TAKE BACK.
So , again, what is love? I suppose there are many stages of love, but to get
to the lasting kind takes alot of hard work, dedication, and
commitment . The lasting kind requires you to work as hard
at the relationship as you would to getting a promotion or a raise.
The lasting kind requires a reciprocal agreement to put the othe
r persons needs before your own. The lasting kind takes the most work,.
but is also the most beautiful and fulfilling.
Author unknown.
And after reading that on Kathy’s friend Sophia’s Blog I thought that I would post some proverbs I had written on my blog on the subject of Lovers who are generally incurably afflicted with the Love thing …
LOVERS
14.1 Lovers see only with their hearts. Blind to
everything else, they cannot avoid the pitfalls
inevitably scattered along the path of life.
.
14.2 The love of a lover is akin to the worship
of a worshipper. Both are oblivious to
the flaws and pits in the façades of their
respective idols - which are all too apparent
to the non lover or the non worshipper.
One who can see the flaws is neither a lover
nor a worshipper.
.
14.3 The power of love can make or destroy worlds.
The history of our mother earth would be
drab indeed, if it were not so lavishly
bejeweled with sparkling episodes of the antics
of lovers.
. . . .Deepak Menon
Sunday, February 18, 2007
Monday, January 01, 2007
SONNET NO 7 by me Entry for January 02, 2007
- Many rungs has the ladder which I ascend
Lost in clouds is the peak where lies my goal
Will not some Angel its wings to me lend?
For I dare not tarry lest Earthward I roll !!
And that Heaven for whose glory I do aspire
That land of the Nectar of Immortality
May prove to be a fable of some great liar
A graveyard of souls lost in morality
Yet the call of the faraway bells, which chime
A melody that moves faint chords deep within
Fills me with an irresistible longing for a time
Lost in the past – yet somewhere still existing
And so in the searching the meaning of life lies
Waiting to be found before the light of day - dies
............................................By Deepak Menon
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