God morgon, kompis or Norwegian for Good morning, friend,
Well my life should be a little more orderly now that my vacation and the Super Bowl have finished. My letter was posted one day early last week so I could get it out of the way.
I received an email that I had to check if true or false. This particular one is true. The account was allegedly written in a book by Elmer Bendiner called “The Fall of Fortresses.”
The story, as written in the circulating eRumor below, is a paraphrasing of an actual account given by World War 2 war veteran Elmer Bendiner in his book “The Fall of Fortresses”. The book is now out of print but the TruthOrFiction.com team was able to acquire a used copy at Amazon.com.
Elmer Bendiner was a navigator in a B-17 during WW II. He tells this story of a World War II bombing run over Kassel, Germany, and the unexpected result of a direct hit on their gas tanks. "Our B-17, the Tondelayo, was barraged by flak from Nazi antiaircraft guns. That was not unusual, but on this particular occasion our gas tanks were hit."
"Later, as I reflected on the miracle of a 20 millimeter shell piercing the fuel tank without touching off an explosion, our pilot, Bohn Fawkes, told me it was not quite that simple." On the morning following the raid, Bohn had gone down to ask our crew chief for that shell as a souvenir of unbelievable luck.
The crew chief told Bohn that not just one but 11 shells had been found in the gas tanks. 11 unexploded shells where only one was sufficient to blast us out of the sky. It was as if the sea had been parted for us. A near-miracle, I thought. Even after 35 years, so awesome an event leaves me shaken, especially after I heard the rest of the story from Bohn.
He was told that the shells had been sent to the armorers to be defused. The armorers told him that Intelligence had picked them up. They could not say why at the time, but Bohn eventually sought out the answer. "Apparently when the armorers opened each of those shells, they found no explosive charge. They were as clean as a whistle and just as harmless."
Empty? Not all of them! One contained a carefully rolled piece of paper. On it was a scrawl in Czech. The Intelligence people scoured our base for a man who could read Czech. Eventually they found one to decipher the note. Translated, the note read:
"This is all we can do for you now… using Jewish slave labor is never a good idea."
If a recipe has received 5 stars by over 650 reviews it is bound to be good.
Sausage Stuffed Jalapenos
1 pound ground pork sausage
1 (8 ounce) package cream cheese, softened
1 cup shredded Parmesan cheese
1 pound large fresh jalapeno peppers, halved lengthwise and seeded
1 (8 ounce) bottle Ranch dressing (optional)
Preheat oven to 425 degrees F (220 degrees C).
Place sausage in a skillet over medium heat, and cook until evenly brown. Drain grease.
In a bowl, mix the sausage, cream cheese, and Parmesan cheese. Spoon about 1 tablespoon sausage mixture into each jalapeno half. Arrange stuffed halves in baking dishes.
Bake 20 minutes in the preheated oven, until bubbly and lightly browned. Serve with Ranch dressing.
Please do not Google or check this with Snopes. They will lie to you. Trust me!
In ancient Israel, it came to pass that a trader by the name of Abraham Com did take unto himself a healthy young wife by the name of Dorothy. And Dot Com was a comely woman, large of breast, broad of shoulder and long of leg. Indeed, she was often called Amazon Dot Com.
And she said unto Abraham, her husband, "Why dost thou travel so far from town to town with thy goods when thou canst trade without ever leaving thy tent?"
And Abraham did look at her as though she were several saddle bags short of a camel load, but simply said, "How, dear?"
And Dot replied, "I will place drums in all the towns and drums in between to send
messages saying what you have for sale, and they will reply telling you who hath the best price. The sale can be made on the drums and delivery made by Uriah's Pony Stable (UPS)."
Abraham thought long and decided he would let Dot have her way with the drums. And the drums rang out and were an immediate success. Abraham sold all the goods he had at the top price, without ever having to move from his tent.
To prevent neighboring countries from overhearing what the drums were saying, Dot devised a system that only she and the drummers knew. It was known as Must Send Drum Over Sound (MSDOS), and she also developed a language to transmit ideas and pictures - Hebrew to the People (HTTP).
And the young men did take to Dot Com's trading as doth the greedy horsefly take to camel dung. They were called Nomadic Ecclesiastical Rich Dominican Sybarites, or NERDS. And lo, the land was so feverish with joy at the new riches and the deafening sound of drums that no one noticed that the real riches were going to that enterprising drum dealer, Brother William of Gates, who bought off every drum maker in the land. Indeed he did insist on drums to be made that would work only with Brother Gates' drum heads and drumsticks.
And Dot did say, "Oh, Abraham, what we have started is being taken over by others." And Abraham looked out over the Bay of Ezekiel, or eBay as it came to be known. He said, "We need a name that reflects what we are."
And Dot replied, "Young Ambitious Hebrew Owner Operators." "YAHOO," said Abraham. And because it was Dot's idea, they named it YAHOO Dot Com.
Abraham's cousin, Joshua, being the young Gregarious Energetic Educated Kid (GEEK) that he was, soon started using Dot's drums to locate things around the countryside.
It soon became known as God's Own Official Guide to Locating Everything (GOOGLE).
That is how it all began. And that's the truth.
I would not make up this stuff.
Have you ever thought about spices? Lately they have blends, mixes, sort of shortcuts to the original. Here is an example, Italian Seasoning: (zest factor - mild)
3 tablespoons dried basil
3 tablespoons dried oregano
3 tablespoons dried parsley
1 tablespoon garlic powder
1 teaspoon onion powder
1 teaspoon dried thyme
1 teaspoon dried rosemary
1/4 teaspoon black pepper
1/4 teaspoon red pepper flakes
Mix all ingredients in a spice grinder
or put in a small bowl and crush with the back of a spoon
store in an airtight jar for up to 6 months.
. . . that looks easy and is sold in most markets and probably available in most kitchens. What I learned from this recipe is spices must have a shelf life of about 6 months once opened. Funny thing is I usually keep them for about two years but realize that potency decreases over time so I use more for the same taste.
Lately spicy food is becoming vogue. Cajun, Creole, Mexican and other spices of this venue are appearing in our American Kitchens.
Cajun Spice (zest factor Hot)
2 teaspoons sea salt
2 teaspoons garlic powder
2 ½ teaspoon hot paprika (see note below)
1 teaspoon black pepper
1 teaspoon onion powder
2 teaspoons ground cayenne
1 1/4 teaspoons dried oregano
1 1/4 teaspoons dried thyme
1 tablespoon red pepper flakes
Directions are same as above.
(Note mentioned above) - While on vacation I looked for the spice “Hot Paprika,” while at home I have smoked and regular. I know there is a Hungarian, but thought it was the same as American made regular paprika. I have always just used this spice for color, like sprinkling onto deviled eggs. I never noticed much of a taste until the smoked variety came out about a year or so ago. For special spices you can visit: www.atlanticspice.com They sell tea and spice in sort of bulk amounts, by bulk I mean ½ pound or less. The location is in North Truro MA and it looks like they employ about 10 or so people. I visit the store about every other year as they sell some rather neat items.
Teacher: How old is your father?
Kid: He is 6 years,
Teacher: What? How is this possible?
Kid: He became father only when I was born.
(Logic!! Children are quick and always speak their minds.)
Teacher: Maria, go to the map and find North America.
Maria: Here it is.
Teacher: Correct. Now, Class, who discovered America?
Teacher: Glenn, how do you spell ‘crocodile?’
Teacher: No, that’s wrong
Glen: Maybe it is wrong, but you asked me how I spell it.
(I love this child.)
Teacher: Donald, what is the chemical formula for water?
Teacher: What are you talking about?
Donald: Yesterday you said it’s H to O.
Teacher: Clyde, your composition on ‘My Dog’ is exactly the same as your brother’s. Did you copy his?
Clyde: No, sir; it’s the same dog.
(I want to adopt this kid!!!)
Teacher: Harold, what do you call a person who keeps on talking when people are no longer interested?
Harold: A teacher.
Pass this around and make someone laugh! Laughter is the soul’s medicine!
There was an old joke that I heard probably 30 years ago that after fours years of College Spanish the only thing most people remember is “Mi casa es su casa” or My house is your house. I found it funny then and while on vacation someplace bought a ceramic sign that states “Mi sand casa es su sand casa.”
Pretty much living surrounded by sand and ocean all the time, living on Cape Cod, my house decorations are beach related. My light switches are of sand color and texture and with shells stamped into them. The pictures on the wall are of light houses from up and down the coast. I have a light house pretty much at the end of the street, well my street and one other, it is at the end of Wings Neck. At the end of my street is a town beach and boat ramp which is just after the turn towards Wings Neck. That lighthouse is privately owned and comes with a house or visa versa depending on your way of thinking.
I am leading into a topic pretty much in the news lately, sanctuary cities. An executive order signed by President Trump in January would also cut federal money to "sanctuary cities" if local law enforcement agencies do not comply with U.S. immigration requests. I am in agreement, I am totally for legal immigrants, just not the illegal immigrants. Our city of Boston is one of these sanctuary cities. This blows my mind as I did not know it was a border or even a near border town. I do not see any humor in the Mayor of any city saying “mi casa es su casa.” It is totally not funny and he is breaking federal laws if his or her policies do not allow for deportation of any and all illegal immigrants who break any laws. It is a crime and they, as the mayor of the city should be punished.
The order signed by President Trump is somewhat ambiguous in its definition of what is a sanctuary city. The U.S. Supreme Court has said that law enforcement cannot stop someone on a pretense to determine whether or not a person is legally or illegally in the U.S. A police officer cannot look at someone and say, "Oh, I think this person may be here illegally, so I am going to stop and interrogate this person." That is not going to happen.
Let's assume that someone has robbed a bank, they are arrested, and it's determined that person is illegally here. If you commit a felony, a serious crime, then you go through the process to determine if the person is here illegally. That person, yes, is turned over to ICE, but that is for a felony. Some sanctuary cities, e.g. San Francisco will give a bale amount while these illegals are waiting for ICE and let them go, only to have them go underground again and many times commit another crime. I think that letting them go is just another crime.
But let's say this another person is stopped for running the red light. Citation is probably given or it's a misdemeanor. Then no, you don't go through all that. If that person is illegally here, it doesn't matter: That is a misdemeanor. What matters to me is any infraction of any law is a crime and should be reported to ICE if the person is illegal.
Heart of the problem.
The problems we face today are there because the people who work for a living are outnumbered by those who vote for a living.
Sign in Indiana Business Front Window
We would rather do business with President Obama, Hillary Clinton, Nancy Pelosi, Harry Reid, all the elites of Congress, the Mass Media, and all of Hollywood than with one Conservative American!!!
This sign was prominently displayed in the window of a business in Whiting, Indiana. You are probably outraged at the thought of such an inflammatory statement. However, we are a society which holds Freedom of Speech as perhaps our greatest liberty; and after all . . . it is just a sign.
You may ask, what kind of business would dare post such a sign?
Answer: Owen’s Funeral Home
(Gotta love Midwest Humor!!!)
I GOT MY CONCEALED GUN CARRY PERMIT YESTERDAY MORNING.
In the afternoon, I went over to the local Cabala’s Outdoor Shop to get a small 9mm handgun for home/personal protection. When I was ready to pay for the pistol and some ammo, the cashier said, "Strip down, facing me." Making a mental note to complain to the NRA about the gun control wackos running amok, I did just as she had instructed.
When the hysterical shrieking and alarms finally subsided, I found out she was referring to how I should place my credit card in the card reader!!! As an intelligent senior citizen, I do not get flustered often. But this time, it took me a while to get my pants back on. I've been asked to shop elsewhere in the future. They need to make their instructions to seniors a little more clear.
I still don't think I looked that bad! Just need to wear underwear more often.
A recent article in "The Dominion Post" reported that Nancy Pelosi Has sued Wellington Hospital, saying that after her husband had Surgery there, he lost all interest in sex.
A hospital spokesman replied: "Your husband was admitted for cataract surgery. All we did was correct his eyesight!”
I tried my best the other day to make potato pancakes. They came out not bad, probably a B-. I emailed my sister for her recipe and I like her measurements and descriptions. It did however give me a start for a better recipe. Here is my sisters recipe:
I grate the potatoes in the blender with water. (I don't like blood from a box grater in the potatoes.) I strain the potatoes through a couple of layers of cheese cloth to get most of the water out You can squeeze it. I also throw a little bit of onion in the blender. Not too much. Then a couple of eggs, some flour, not too much, and the most important thing is Matzo meal. It helps them get crunchy. Then I fry them in about ½ inch of oil. The best kind of pan to use is a cast iron one. I haven't made them in quite a while because I can't use my cast iron pans on the stupid glass electric top on the stove in this new house. We have a gas furnace, so the gas lines run to the house, but running a new line to the kitchen and replacing a perfectly (well sorta) good stove offends my cheap nature. It's one of those follow your instincts recipes.
Potato Pancakes (Latkes) courtesy of Linda Rohatiner - food network
5 large russet potatoes, peeled
1 medium onion
4 eggs, beaten
½ cup matzo meal
1 ½ teaspoons salt
1/4 teaspoon black pepper
½ cup canola oil, for frying
Sour cream, for serving
Applesauce, for serving
Grate potatoes and onion into a bowl or pulse in food processor. Drain any excess liquid, then add the eggs, matzo meal, salt and pepper.
Heat a large skillet over medium-high heat. Spoon the mixture into hot oil forming small pancakes. Cook until underside is golden, about 2 to 3 minutes. Flip pancakes and cook until other side is golden and potatoes are cooked through, about 2 minutes more. Serve hot with sour cream or applesauce.
It has been mentioned that some potato Pancake mixes are so good the many have just gone to using the mix rather than going through all the effort to make them fresh.
Hungry Jack® Potato Pancakes, King Arthur Flour Potato Pancake mix, Manischewitz Potato Pancake Mix, all of these say they are the best.
As usual, smile, and the world will smile back. I will be at exercise later in the morning today, see some of you then. For all of Georges Newsletter click HERE