Live Long and Prosper

                                opening theme of Star Trek 1966

Every person is in search of something, whether it is glasses, car keys, a library book.  Searching for something can be applied for such simple items as these, or for something much grander, elusive, possible or impossible. 

This leads to a television show narrated by Leonard Nimoy, “In Search of….” where Nimoy (with his recognizable voice) leads the viewers through history.

"Before we unlock the future we must find the keys to the past.  I am Leonard Nimoy. Join me and open the door to the Ancient Mysteries beginning now.".... 

 

Then he shares the histories of Pompeii, the Pyramids, Camelot, Astrology, the Vikings, Atlantis, Macchu Picchu, Blood and honor at the first Olympics, Blood and treasure in Peru...the list is long and engaging.

 

What amazed me is, of course the list of fascinating events and place, but also Leonard Nimoy himself.  Where does an actor go or what does he do after being known for a SyFy show that establishes a genre new to viewers?

Nimoy did act on stage successfully and in various television shows, but it is his voice, so recognizable and enigmatic.  Just with his voice, viewers are grabbed to watch long (sometimes) episodes about the mysteries that captured others, including myself.

Live long and prosper!

 Star Trek pilot: the Menagerie

Each of the following clips are about 1 minute each.  

 

In the late years of Nimoy's career, he worked with projects that showcased his Jewish faith.  We saw him in Escondido, California when he was traveling with a partial cast of Fiddler on a Tin Roof. He narrated parts when he shared the meanings of the dances and scenes, how it related to the Russian Jewish people.

In the Jungle

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“...In the jungle, the mighty jungle…the lion…”  

Dammit, Leo growled. Bathsheba licked his face, “It is only for this night!” 

They had watched the firestorm as it burned south of the Savannah sending floods of prey fleeing. It had been a delight to see. Being chief predators, Leo, his pride with his mate had systematically hunted every antelope leaping. 

With their bellies full, Leo and Bathsheba curled up under the Land Rover and watched the humans as they sang that damn song around the fire pit, swilling beer.  Leo and Bathsheba had a choice to make: Follow the course of nature: culling out those humans or they could set about the business of reproducing.  

They, of course, set about doing what they do best.

 

This is my take  on underlined words. which were offerings from the weekly challenge, Wednesday Words. This was created 12 years ago by a blogger who no longer uses her computer, Delores.

 The baton has been passed onto Elephant's Child, and River.  Please go to their sites and see what other bloggers have written. Fun stuff.

BACON! COFFEE!

 

Finally, recognition of bacon's greatness 

There were two odors that always woke me up when I was growing up on the farm.  These were (and still are) BACON and Coffee.

This passion for these foods universal, for many people of all ages.

 

No bacon for this baby! Eating green stuff instead.

And then there is coffee...

The only way my parents could convince me to drink the full fat fresh milk from the cow was to puts a couple of tablespoons of sweet coffee in the milk. I still don't drink milk, I suspect I was lactose intolerant as a child.

 

This guy knows his stuff.  Watch and see what you think of his ratings.
 

 

revisited food pyramid 

 

Some e cards

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 If you desire,  you can go to the site address and send one to people who might be or not be your friend. They probably will be amused.

Gary Larson: Views on Education

Education for all people, or dogs....

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Gary Larson was born in 1950, which means he should technically still alive. (my husband--1950; me--1951) The man is brilliant, off the beaten path.  Info about him and his life, can be found Gary Larson--darn brilliant 

Larson writes and creates a world where cows are devious but creative.  He like to feature animals of all sorts, but I think cows were special to him.  

The second cartoon was the boy at the door of the Gifted students. It made total sense to this teacher who taught really intelligent students. 

 

I hope you enjoy and appreciate this artist who can tell amazing stories of these unusual cartoons.

 

 

 

 

 

Fine dining, right here!

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Fine Dining Here! Make a reservation.

Dillard Sanders had spent weeks trying to obtain a reservation in the new gourmet restaurant, Bouvillon Arrière-Train*****, to no avail.  When his cousin Jim plummeted from the hay loft that day after consuming a tankard of his best whiskey, Dillard managed to infiltrate by claiming Jim's reservation.

The maître’ de (the high school French teacher Mr. Wilder who was half-French) escorted Dillard to his table, handing him a menu.  Pour voux, Mr. Wilder bowed and gracefully withdrew to another table.

Dillard examined the menu, Man, I am gonna eat fine tonight:  A “Splendid Gastronomic Feast"!  He read the header at the top of the parchment paper.   

His first obstacle came when he examined the entrees, all written in French.  The half-French Mr. Wilder returned and solicitously awaited.

Dillard, filled with anxiety, merely pointed to the fourth entrée,

“Bœuf Fumé en Tranches Fines sur Pain Grille en Sauce Blanche”.**

“Bon choix”, Mr. Wilder nodded, handing him a wine list.

Dang!  I am out of my league here!  But, he thought red wine would be just fine and indicated the last one on the short list:

“Ferme du Aubaine”.***

Before returning to the kitchen, Mr. Wilder snapped the white linen napkin and tossed it on Dillard’s lap.  This was a bit of a surprise, as Dillard usually tucked it under his chin.  Must be a French thing…

The half-French Mr. Wilder returned with the bottle of wine and presented it to Dillard, who felt confident here, having watched “Murder, She Wrote” one hundred times and had seen how this was handled. 

Dillard nodded, and Mr. Wilder opened the screw top bottle, and poured a bit into the wine glass.  Dillard stuck his nose in a bit too far, but recovered by sipping carefully. 

Dillard again nodded abruptly as Mr. Wilder (who was half-French) poured the wine, then departed to the kitchen.

Mr. Wilder returned with a gleaming cloche (aluminum dome cover used to keep food warm) and removed it with a flourish, setting the steaming entree in one elegant move before Dillard.

Dillard exclaimed approvingly. Not one to dither about, he savored the first bite.

Chipped beef on toasted white bread in white gravy** was an unexpected pleasure, Just like Ma made…


He swilled the red wine, a fine choice and noted that it was his favorite, Boone’s Farm, not a high stuck-up wine.

***translation:  Bargain wine from a farm

***** Rear End of a Bull

Jim, you sure missed a treat tonight! And Dillard dug in, while Mr. Wilder (who was half-French) observed appreciatively.

Apologies for:  1.  Slaughtering the French language---using an on-line dictionary may not have helped; 2.  Making fun of anyone unintentionally; 3. Suggesting that Boone's Farm is sub-standard, having enjoyed it many times myself during college years; 4.  "Dillard" is the name of department store, not the name of a person, maybe; and, 5. Abusing the name "Mr. Wilder", since I do not know of any Wilder except Gene.

 The underlined words come from a Wednesday Words challenge started by Delores, now retired. The baton was passed on to other bloggers. First posted in 2018. Some commenters were here before, and I hope you won't mind reading it again.

 

Wine to beat all Wines

What My Mom Made

Good times 

My mother was a creative cook and could make anything taste good.

Like many farm wives, my mother was part of the Home Extension Association.  

 

 Once a month the farm women would meet at one’s home, listen to a lesson presented by two of their group about foreign countries and foods.  

 

It was a time to socialize, eat, and bring home interests, and some gossiping.

 

My mother was part of a committee that put together the first cookbook:  Pick County (Illinois) Homemakers’ Favorite Recipes, 1982.

 

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I  hope the recipe shows. Top of left page: Molasses cookies,"Irma Peck, Nebo, Illinois"

 

 On winter afternoons, Mom, my sister, and I made massive amounts of these.  When one brother cut through the kitchen to the porch, he grabbed two handfuls. He had big hands.

Please note:  heavy wear

Cookbooks were more common when Mom was a young mom. and liked to use different books.  One of the older books, the pages were fragile, couldn't be used. Most of the time, Mom didn't use them. She had them memorized.

Does any blogger here remember cookbooks, had some?  

This is a post that I write, and re-write. This was 2012, I think.  I'm going to make mincemeat pie. It is raining outside, time to preheat the oven.

Lord James St. John in the library

Kansas City library

 David wandered through the library, seeing if any book caught his eye.  So many, so little interest.  He picked up Boy Scout First Aid, letting it open to any page, and then reading aloud. “Apply….an-ti-sep-tic…What...” he tossed it on the table. Enough Boy Scouts for me.

Another book flipped open, and David began reading. 

“…entombed in sand, boxed in by towering columns, Lord James St. John had to quell the feeling of doom.”
  

Well, that’s not bad.

David found a chair and stretched out, his feet resting on the library table.  Enjoy yourself, enjoy air conditioning. 

“St. John stepped forward, immediately caught by a net, work of an ancient civilization…This whole trip had been a big gamble, he had known from the start.

“With just a few cuts in the decaying rope, James St. John tumbled down into a cavern, dark and dank after many centuries.  A cobwebbed torch was visible on the craggy walls, and he struck a match….

"Ahead was a pedestal, on which stood the object of his search…a beam of light streaming from overhead upon it...

Oh, no.  Really?  Really? Copying from a classic? 

Does this look familiar?

But on David read.  “St. John retrieved a counterfeit item from his battered leather bag to replace the treasure.  Snatching the treasure and swiftly setting the fake, St. John chuckled as he beheld the ancient jug.”

Wait for it…wait for it…

“James St. John raised the jug up into the light.  It was truly a hideous but opulent object, with amber and bone chips inset in the priceless gold.  Then the ground rumbled beneath him, with…”

Well, Jimmy boy, happy trails…David tossed the book on the carpet and left.

The bold words above are Wednesday Words, probably 2015. Hope you enjoyed how they were used.

Also, many thanks to Delores at Under the Porch Light who started this writing stir up, and to Elephant's Child who took the baton when Delores' computer went all wonky.
Go on, with it!  Fling yourself out into the unknown!

59? 59? Really?

    Super Bowl is here! Yay! 1967, Vince Lombardi coach

I used to think the game was what people watched, and the commercials were entertainments to allow the teams to do whatever it is that teams do.  

But, these commercials are what many people (myself included) watch instead of or with the game.

These are two of the favorites:

 

My favorite commercial is of NFL reception with football players.  NFL forbids using it, but you can go to this site: 

 

youtube.com/watch?v=rENmkc2cUxA

 

You have never been at a reception like this one!