If you have no idea why we’re pondering that question today, go brush your teeth real quick and grab a drink (orange juice, iced tea, beer—anything except water). Awful, isn’t it?
If you have no idea why we’re pondering that question today, go brush your teeth real quick and grab a drink (orange juice, iced tea, beer—anything except water). Awful, isn’t it?
Tuesday, 18 November 2008 at 17:09 in ABigSlice Life | Permalink | Comments (0) | TrackBack (0)
At A Big Slice we talk a lot about being a great host. We research recipes and wines. create craft projects and provide background information that can make you confident and relaxed. But hosting is only half of the story.
Wednesday, 05 November 2008 at 15:55 in The Knowledge | Permalink | Comments (0) | TrackBack (0)
The origins of Halloween are ancient and date back to a 2000 year old Celtic festival. They celebrated the New Year on November 1, the end of summer and the beginning of a dark cold winter. But they believed that on October 31 the last day of the year, the boundary between the living and the dead became blurred as ghosts returned to earth to cause trouble and damage crops.
Friday, 31 October 2008 at 14:00 in ABigSlice Life | Permalink | Comments (0) | TrackBack (0)
I just returned from my daughter's Beth Wedding in Chamonix, France. I can still taste the great wines, smell the fragrant flowers, feel the pride beaming inside, but the memory of my son, Erik walking Beth down the aisle with her sister, Jillian by her side will keep a smile on my face for a very long time.
Thursday, 23 October 2008 at 13:03 in ABigSlice Life | Permalink | Comments (0) | TrackBack (0)
It's apple time and one of my all time favorite things is apple butter. Here is our favorite recipe.
6 pounds Granny Smith or other tart apples, unpeeled, cored, and sliced
2 1/2 cups apple cider
2 cups firmly packed light brown sugar
2 strips of lemon zest, each 2 1/2 inches long
1 tablespoon cinnamon
1 teaspoon ground allspice
1/2 teaspoon ground cloves
1/2 teaspoon salt
In a large saucepan cook the apples in the cider over moderate heat, stirring occasionally, for 30 minutes, or until tender. Puree them through the medium disk of a food mill into another saucepan and add the remaining ingredients.
Cook the mixture over very low heat, stirring occasionally, for 2 1/2 to 3 hours, or until very thick. Discard the lemon zest and spoon the mixture into 2 sterilized 1-pint Mason-type jars, filling them to within 1/2-inch of the top. Wipe the rims with a dampened cloth and seal the jars with the lids.
Put the jars in a water bath canner or a rack in a deep kettle and add enough water to cover the jars by 2 inches. Bring to a boil and process, covered, for 10 minutes. Transfer the jars with canning tongs to a rack and let them cool. Let the apple butter mellow in a cool, dark place for at least 1 week.
Thursday, 16 October 2008 at 16:31 in Clare's Kitchen | Permalink | Comments (0) | TrackBack (0)
I went to the airport yesterday afternoon to pick up Clare. She had been in France for her daughter's wedding. I always arrive too early for fear of being too late. But the time always goes by quickly I love airport reunions.
The Atlanta Airport is unbelievably busy. People pour out of the transportation tunnel so there no lull in the meetings and greetings. The were two sisters who had not seen in other in quite some time. They ran screaming towards each other and collapsed in a heap of hugs and tears.
There was a grandmother waiting on her grandson. We she saw him get off the escalator she raced towards him trying to bend down to his level so she could scoop him up in her arms. She was completely unaware of the other travelers, but when they saw her they all moved aside with a knowing smile.
A woman with a noticeable limp came emerged from the crowd. "Tina," I heard someone call. "Tina!" Then her son came into view. All arms and big strides. There was no mistaking that he was her son. The family resemblance was as strong as his hold on her.
Then I saw Clare. I bent underneath the rope to greet her with a hug and an "I missed you."
Maybe our memories get in the way sometime. We know when a person just left a few minutes ago and we acknowledge their return with a simple, "Hey." We should be more like dogs. It doesn't matter how long you were gone, I'm just glad you are back.
Airports turn us into our faithful companions. Thank goodness something does.
Ted
Life's A Banquet, Grab A Big Slice!
Wednesday, 15 October 2008 at 20:13 in ABigSlice Life | Permalink | Comments (0) | TrackBack (0)
I was watching the news recently. A congressman was being interviewed by the host about government waste. Granted, the guest was being dodgy, not exactly answering the questions. But the host was getting downright rude. Everything about the host was childish. His skrunched up face, wiggling in his seat, and his nyah, nyah, nyah intonation. I had to turn it off. If he was my child, I would have given him a time out.
Talk about trickle down. How many times have we seen "real" people try and solve their problems that same way. If you yell loud enough, or demean the other person enough, you will prove your point. Its playground warfare.
I know this posturing is this particular host's schtick. And I've heard it makes for good television. But that's like saying an accident makes for good driving. Try as we might to keep our eyes on our own business, we all take those furtive glances. I am certainly guilty of it as well.
The alternative? If the host is really smart, they can maintain their composure and by asking the right questions either get the guest to answer, or allow the guest to reveal way more than combative question might. The secret here is intelligence, thinking on their feet.
Most elected officials have earned our respect. We don't have to agree with them, and we are entitled to ask them the hard questions. But just because there is a car wreck up ahead, you don't have to cause another by not keeping your mind focused on the job at hand.
Ted
Life's A Banquet, Grab A Big Slice
Sunday, 12 October 2008 at 16:36 in ABigSlice Life | Permalink | Comments (0) | TrackBack (0)
I recently returned from conducting a wine tasting in the Bluff View Art District in Chattanooga, Tennessee. It has been too many years since I last visited Chattanooga and the art district is a wonder. It centers around the Hunter Museum of American Art. It is perched on an 80 foot bluff overlooking the Tennessee River. Alongside is the Bluff View Art District and Inn. The Inn features accommodations in restored colonial period homes. In other words, walking through the district is like taking a step back in time.
I would like to thank Kaycee Rogers of the Shaw Contract Group for including me and Michael Vasta and his staff at the Bluff View Inn for their attention and care.
For more information about the Inn click here.
Thursday, 09 October 2008 at 10:59 in ABigSlice Life | Permalink | Comments (0) | TrackBack (0)
The other evening I was having a converstaion with my mom. She ended the conversation with the saying "That's 30 for tonight." I told her that I had never heard that before. What did it mean? She said that she remembered it from radio days. The news broadcast "The Richfield Reporter" would always close with "That's 30 for tonight."
We talked about possible meanings and then she said, "You are always looking for topics for your blog, why don't you look it up and add it to that?" Thanks mom! I will do just that.
The symbol "-30-" if often typed at the bottom of a reporter's article. It has been used by journalists for years although many no longer use it, and most probably don't even know what it means.
The Language Log Blog had also taken on this search. Their findings were not conclusive, but they did offer the following explanations:
1. In the American West, dispatches were delivered from the telegraph office to the newspaper. The telegraph office closed at 3am. And so the operator would write at the end of the last dispatch “3 o’clock”—which became “3o’c”, and then “3o”, and finally “30”.
2. Telegraph operators would mark the end of their transmissions with “xxx”—later misread as the Roman numeral for thirty.
3. Handwritten newspaper stories used “x” to mark the end of a sentence, “xx” to mark the end of a paragraph, and “xxx” to mark the end of the story.
4. 30 ems was the maximum length of a line typeset on a linotype machine and so “30” came to designate end of line, and subsequently, end of story.
5. The Associated Press initially allowed their member papers only thirty telegrams a day. The last of the daily quota was labelled “30”.
6. Press wires closed half past the hour, or thirty minutes past the hour.
7. The end of the reign of the “thirty tyrants” appointed by the Spartans at the close of the Pelopennesian War to rule Athens was an occasion of great rejoicing. As is the end of a story—“30”.
8. In Bengali, “so” means farewell. A report of the East India Company misprinted this as “30”.
9. Telegraph operator number 30 stayed at his post reporting news of some disaster and Death supervened.
10. A reference to the thiry pieces of silver that led to Jesus’ death.
I had no idea how fascinating this search would be. One of those little tidbits of history that need to be remembered.
If you have other ideas on the origins of the "-30-" symbol please inform us. We would love to here from you.
Ted
Life's A Banquet, Grab A Big Slice
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Wednesday, 08 October 2008 at 11:30 in The Knowledge | Permalink | Comments (0) | TrackBack (0)
I was looking for tips on how to save gas to print here in the blog. I decided to check out Edmunds.com and found these ten tips on how to waste gas. They are pretty informative. Check them out.
1. Stand on the gas! There's little a carbon stomper enjoys more than blasting along at 90 mph — other than doing it in a Suburban while towing a big trailer. You can get about 5 mpg if you try. On the highways I travel, there's no shortage of huge SUVs and other vehicles travelling at or near that speed. My personal observation is that the average speed on the German autobahn is no faster than that on Interstate 40 in Tennessee or Interstate 85 in Georgia. The government says most cars get their best fuel mileage between about 40 and 60 mph. For a big SUV or pickup truck, those numbers drop 10 mph or more. Because air drag (wind resistance) increases with the square of speed, going a little bit faster really increases the impact of that carbon stomp.
2. Use E85 ethanol. Ethanol significantly drops fuel mileage because alcohol contains less energy than gasoline. The EPA says you'll get about 7 mpg less with E85 (85 percent ethanol, 15 percent gasoline) than with 100 percent gas. In our own tests comparing E85 and gasoline, we observed similar gas-mileage differences. But that's not all. To grow corn to make ethanol, American farmers are plowing up native prairie grass that is the primary breeding ground for waterfowl. Simultaneously, Brazilians are burning down virgin rainforests to grow sugarcane for ethanol and soybeans for biodiesel. Also, some studies say it requires more fossil fuel energy to make ethanol than the alcohol contains. In addition, ethanol must be transported by truck or railroad rather than the traditional gasoline pipeline system. Oh, and it makes your food more expensive. Stomp!
3. Idle. A car gets zero miles per gallon while it sits motionless with the engine running. You can make a Corolla get the same gas mileage as an 18-wheeler by sitting in the car with the air-conditioner running while waiting in an elementary-school pickup line. A main way hybrid-electric cars reduce fuel consumption is by switching off their engines while stopped in traffic. For modern, fuel-injected vehicles, the break-even point for turning off the engine and then restarting it right before traffic begins to flow may be as little as 10 seconds, even when considering extra wear on the starter motor, battery and other components. Expect honks and rude gestures from drivers behind you.
4. Enter the stoplight drags. Establish your dominance by being the first to the next stoplight. It's a race: Don't let the rats win. By accelerating hard, you're burning much more gas than you would by gently gaining speed. And you get to waste even more while idling at the next stoplight until the slow-accelerating driver arrives. Often, the light turns green right as the slowpoke arrives. Then you really have to gas it to beat him to the next light.
5. Cruise. Driving around aimlessly is such a relaxing and enjoyable way to waste gas. Harley riders, snowmobilers and teenagers have this down to a science. Some cities still boast 1950s American Graffiti-style cruising where people circulate in an intentional traffic jam around a city square — doesn't that sound fun? Gas hogs love traffic jams and lots of idling.
6. Choose max-performance tires. There's little like the thrill of blasting around a freeway transition ramp on super-grippy max-performance tires. However, sticky tires take more energy to move down the road than do most original equipment tires. Tire engineers call it rolling resistance, and ultra-high-performance tires almost always have a lot of it.
7. Never use cruise control. A great way to burn extra fuel when driving down the interstate is to accelerate until you pull far past another car. Then slow down until that car passes you and gets a half-mile lead. Next, gas it until you're a quarter-mile in the lead. Repeat. Not only does this drop gas mileage, it'll make you one of the world's most aggravating people. There's more than one way to heat up the planet.
8. Use regular gas when your car calls for premium. The Lexus College says using 87-octane fuel in its vehicles that require 91 octane will reduce fuel mileage by about 6 mpg. This is partially because the lower-octane fuel requires the engine to work harder to achieve the same performance. It's unclear whether this is true for all makes. Try it for yourself to find out which gets worse mileage.
9. Keep your trips short. Engines don't operate at maximum efficiency until warmed up. So you'll burn more fuel if you drive two or three miles and then stop and let the car cool down before making another short trip. To make sure you burn the most gas, never drive first to your furthest destination and make your other stops on the way home. Best of all, drive all the way home after each errand and never even think about walking or riding a bike.
10. Ignore maintenance. A clogged air filter does a wonderful job of wasting fuel, but it's nothing compared to a malfunctioning oxygen sensor. If the "check engine" light illuminates, a small piece of black tape will allow you to keep wasting gas without the annoying nagging. Out-of-spec suspension alignment will burn more fuel, as will adding heavier-weight oil like 10W-40 rather than the automaker-recommended 0W-20. Finally, make sure your tires are underinflated — this will not only burn excess amounts of oh-so-plentiful gasoline, it'll also prematurely wear out your tires and create deadly driving situations!
Here are some other things you can do to waste gas: Install a wing, roof rack, running boards, fender flares or brush guards. Be sure to keep that ski rack on all summer.
Tuesday, 07 October 2008 at 09:55 in The Knowledge | Permalink | Comments (0) | TrackBack (0)

