Kind of a bread pudding ... eaten topped with whipped cream, it's very good.
Pudding
2 cups persimmon pulp
2 cups white sugar
2 eggs, beaten
1 teaspoon baking soda
1 cup all-purpose flour
1 pinch salt
1 teaspoon baking powder
1 teaspoon ground cinnamon
1 1/2 cups buttermilk
1/4 cup heavy cream
1 tablespoon honey
4 tablespoons butter, melted
Sauce
1 cup water
1/2 cup white sugar
1 tablespoon all-purpose flour
4 teaspoons vanilla extract
Preheat an oven to 350 degrees F (175 degrees C).
Spray a 9x13 inch baking pan lightly with nonstick spray; set aside.
Mix the persimmon pulp with the 2 cups sugar in a large bowl; set aside. Whisk together the eggs and baking soda in a small bowl. Add the egg mixture to the persimmon mixture and beat well; set aside.
Whisk together the 1 cup flour, salt, baking powder, and cinnamon in a bowl.
Stir 1/4 of the flour mixture to the persimmon mixture.
Add 1/4 of the buttermilk and mix well.
Continue alternating flour and buttermilk, adding 1/4 each time, and mixing well after each addition, until all of the flour mixture and buttermilk are incorporated.
Stir in cream, honey, and melted butter until well combined. Pour the pudding batter into the prepared pan.
Bake in the preheated oven until set, about 1 hour. While baking, do not stir; Turn off the oven at the end of the baking time, but do not remove the pudding from the oven.
Meanwhile, when the pudding has about 10 minutes of baking time left, make the sauce. Boil the water in a small saucepan. Whisk 1/2 cup sugar and 1 tablespoon flour together, and whisk sugar mixture into the boiling water, whisking until smooth. Boil the sauce for 5 minutes and remove from heat. Stir in vanilla.
Pour the sauce mixture evenly over the pudding, and leave the pudding to cool in the warm oven for 20 more minutes, being sure that the oven is off so that the pudding does not continue to cook.
Persimmon Cookies
Ingredients
2 ripe persimmons, pureed
1 tsp baking soda
2 cups flour
1/2 tsp cinnamon
1/2 tsp ground cloves
1/2 tsp nutmeg
1/2 tsp salt
1 egg
1 C sugar
1/2 C butter
1 C raisins
1 C chopped walnuts
Preheat oven to 350 degrees
Dissolve baking soda into persimmon pulp and set aside
sift flour, spices & salt together
Cream together butter & sugar, beat in egg and persimmon
Stir in dry ingredients
Stir in nuts and raisins
Drop teaspoonfuls onto greased cookie sheet
Bake for 15 minutes
2 ripe persimmons, pureed
1 tsp baking soda
2 cups flour
1/2 tsp cinnamon
1/2 tsp ground cloves
1/2 tsp nutmeg
1/2 tsp salt
1 egg
1 C sugar
1/2 C butter
1 C raisins
1 C chopped walnuts
Preheat oven to 350 degrees
Dissolve baking soda into persimmon pulp and set aside
sift flour, spices & salt together
Cream together butter & sugar, beat in egg and persimmon
Stir in dry ingredients
Stir in nuts and raisins
Drop teaspoonfuls onto greased cookie sheet
Bake for 15 minutes
Pickling Peppers
Choose a colorful variety of chillis, fresno, jalapeno, banana, tomato, serrano—the thick fleshed peppers work best. Onion spears and carrot pieces also work good. Fill a jar with peppers, bring the pickling liquid to a simmer and pour it hot over the peppers. You can use them once they're cooled but they're best after they've been sitting in the pickle for a few weeks. They'll keep for a long time–how long, I don't know because I always use them up for I can find out.
Pickling Liquid
sherry vinegar (half of the liquid required)
sugar (2 TB per 3 C of liquid)
salt (2 TB per 3 C of liquid)
2 bay leaves
2 tablespoons coriander
1 teaspoon cumin
4 sprigs of marjoram
3 cloves garlic
2 tablespoons black peppercorns
1 to 2 pounds chillis (or enough to fill whatever vessel you're using)
Place chillis in a jar and cover them with water. Pour off the water into a measuring cup. Note the volume, pour off half the water and replace it with vinegar.
Add 2 tablespoons sugar and 2 tablespoons salt for every three cups of liquid.
Combine your liquid and remaining spices in a pot and bring to a boil. Reduce the heat and simmer for 5 to 10 minutes, then let cool slightly. Pour the pickling liquid over the peppers, screw the lid on and refrigerate.
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Pickled Beets
Pickling juice
2 C water
2 C sugar
2 C vinegar
1 tsp cloves
1 tsp allspice
1 tsp cinnamon
Bring to a boil & simmer for a few minutes
Cook beets and remove peels.
Pour pickling juice over cooked beets in canning jars.
Hot water bath prepared jars for 15 minutes
Makes 7 pints
(When pickling beets, no pressure cooking is required)
(FYI 2 pressure cooker pots of beets made 6 quarts of pickled beets)
2 C water
2 C sugar
2 C vinegar
1 tsp cloves
1 tsp allspice
1 tsp cinnamon
Bring to a boil & simmer for a few minutes
Cook beets and remove peels.
Pour pickling juice over cooked beets in canning jars.
Hot water bath prepared jars for 15 minutes
Makes 7 pints
(When pickling beets, no pressure cooking is required)
(FYI 2 pressure cooker pots of beets made 6 quarts of pickled beets)
Nitya's nan spread
ingredients
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1 packet mushroom
1 small spoon aniseed
2 tablespoon oil
1 big onion
1 tomato
1 bell pepper
half table spoon chilli powder
salt to taste
few sprinkles of pepper powder
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- cut bell pepper ,onion ,tomatoes length wise
- cut the mushroom lengthwise and then wash
- in a pan heat oil..fry the aniseed then put onions let it fry till transparent
- put the bell pepper and tomato let it fry for 15 min
- add chilli powder and salt, mix well
- add the mushroom at this stage & sauté for 10 min
(now you should see the mushroom has let its water out)
- now sprinkle little bit of pepper and keep for 5 min
- now the gravy should be forming
- switch off the stove & can be eaten with rice or rotis or nan
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1 packet mushroom
1 small spoon aniseed
2 tablespoon oil
1 big onion
1 tomato
1 bell pepper
half table spoon chilli powder
salt to taste
few sprinkles of pepper powder
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- cut bell pepper ,onion ,tomatoes length wise
- cut the mushroom lengthwise and then wash
- in a pan heat oil..fry the aniseed then put onions let it fry till transparent
- put the bell pepper and tomato let it fry for 15 min
- add chilli powder and salt, mix well
- add the mushroom at this stage & sauté for 10 min
(now you should see the mushroom has let its water out)
- now sprinkle little bit of pepper and keep for 5 min
- now the gravy should be forming
- switch off the stove & can be eaten with rice or rotis or nan
The Charge of the Light Brigade
Half a league, half a league,
Half a league onward,
All in the valley of Death,
Rode the six hundred.
'Forward, the Light Brigade!
Charge for the guns' he said:
Into the valley of Death
Rode the six hundred.
'Forward, the Light Brigade!'
Was there a man dismay'd?
Not tho' the soldiers knew
Some one had blunder'd:
Theirs not to make reply,
Theirs not to reason why,
Theirs but to do and die:
Into the valley of Death
Rode the six hundred.
Cannon to right of them,
Cannon to left of them,
Cannon in front of them
Volley'd and thunder'd;
Storm'd at with shot and shell,
Boldly they rode and well,
Into the jaws of Death,
Into the mouth of Hell
Rode the six hundred.
Flash'd all their sabres bare,
Flash'd as they turned in air
Sabring the gunners there,
Charging an army while
All the world wonder'd:
Plunged in the battery-smoke
Right thro' the line they broke;
Cossack and Russian
Reel'd from the sabre-stroke
Shatter'd and sunder'd.
Then they rode back, but not
Not the six hundred.
Cannon to right of them,
Cannon to left of them,
Cannon behind them
Volley'd and thunder'd;
Storm'd at with shot and shell,
While horse and hero fell,
They that had fought so well
Came thro' the jaws of Death,
Back from the mouth of Hell,
All that was left of them,
Left of six hundred.
When can their glory fade?
O the wild charge they made!
All the world wonder'd.
Honour the charge they made!
Honour the Light Brigade,
Noble six hundred!
-- Alfred, Lord Tennyson
explanation in wikipedia
Half a league onward,
All in the valley of Death,
Rode the six hundred.
'Forward, the Light Brigade!
Charge for the guns' he said:
Into the valley of Death
Rode the six hundred.
'Forward, the Light Brigade!'
Was there a man dismay'd?
Not tho' the soldiers knew
Some one had blunder'd:
Theirs not to make reply,
Theirs not to reason why,
Theirs but to do and die:
Into the valley of Death
Rode the six hundred.
Cannon to right of them,
Cannon to left of them,
Cannon in front of them
Volley'd and thunder'd;
Storm'd at with shot and shell,
Boldly they rode and well,
Into the jaws of Death,
Into the mouth of Hell
Rode the six hundred.
Flash'd all their sabres bare,
Flash'd as they turned in air
Sabring the gunners there,
Charging an army while
All the world wonder'd:
Plunged in the battery-smoke
Right thro' the line they broke;
Cossack and Russian
Reel'd from the sabre-stroke
Shatter'd and sunder'd.
Then they rode back, but not
Not the six hundred.
Cannon to right of them,
Cannon to left of them,
Cannon behind them
Volley'd and thunder'd;
Storm'd at with shot and shell,
While horse and hero fell,
They that had fought so well
Came thro' the jaws of Death,
Back from the mouth of Hell,
All that was left of them,
Left of six hundred.
When can their glory fade?
O the wild charge they made!
All the world wonder'd.
Honour the charge they made!
Honour the Light Brigade,
Noble six hundred!
-- Alfred, Lord Tennyson
explanation in wikipedia
Invictus (Latin for "unconquered")
Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.
In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.
Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds, and shall find, me unafraid.
It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.
-- William Ernest Henley
Black as the pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.
In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.
Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds, and shall find, me unafraid.
It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.
-- William Ernest Henley
Few people now reflect that samurai swords killed more people in WWII than atomic bombs. WWII veteran Paul Fussell wrote, "The degree to which Americans register shock and extraordinary shame about the Hiroshima bomb correlates closely with lack of information about the Pacific war."
Marine veteran and historian William Manchester wrote, "You think of the lives which would have been lost in an invasion of Japan's home islands--a staggering number of Americans but millions more of Japanese--and you thank God for the atomic bomb." Winston Churchill told Parliament that the people who preferred invasion to dropping the atomic bomb seemed to have "no intention of proceeding to the Japanese front themselves."
Bradley, "Fly Boys" pg. 297
But perhaps the greatest lifesaving function served by the atom bombs was that they shortened LeMay's firebombing of Japan. Secretary of State James Byrnes said the atom bombs did not cause "nearly so many deaths as there would have been had our air force continued to drop incendiary bombs on Japan's cities."
Bradley, "Fly Boys" pg. 298
Marine veteran and historian William Manchester wrote, "You think of the lives which would have been lost in an invasion of Japan's home islands--a staggering number of Americans but millions more of Japanese--and you thank God for the atomic bomb." Winston Churchill told Parliament that the people who preferred invasion to dropping the atomic bomb seemed to have "no intention of proceeding to the Japanese front themselves."
Bradley, "Fly Boys" pg. 297
But perhaps the greatest lifesaving function served by the atom bombs was that they shortened LeMay's firebombing of Japan. Secretary of State James Byrnes said the atom bombs did not cause "nearly so many deaths as there would have been had our air force continued to drop incendiary bombs on Japan's cities."
Bradley, "Fly Boys" pg. 298
We don't read and write poetry because it's cute. We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race. And the human race is filled with passion. And medicine, law, business, engineering, these are noble pursuits and necessary to sustain life. But poetry, beauty, romance, love, these are what we stay alive for. To quote from Whitman, "O me! O life!... of the questions of these recurring; of the endless trains of the faithless... of cities filled with the foolish; what good amid these, O me, O life?" Answer. That you are here - that life exists, and identity; that the powerful play goes on and you may contribute a verse. That the powerful play *goes on* and you may contribute a verse. What will your verse be?
Mr. Keating in "Dead Poet's Society"
Mr. Keating in "Dead Poet's Society"
O Me! O Life!
Oh me! Oh life! of the questions of these recurring,
Of the endless trains of the faithless, of cities fill’d with the foolish,
Of myself forever reproaching myself, (for who more foolish than I, and who more faithless?)
Of eyes that vainly crave the light, of the objects mean, of the struggle ever renew’d,
Of the poor results of all, of the plodding and sordid crowds I see around me,
Of the empty and useless years of the rest, with the rest me intertwined,
The question, O me! so sad, recurring—What good amid these, O me, O life?
Answer.
That you are here—that life exists and identity,
That the powerful play goes on, and you may contribute a verse.
-- Walt Whitman
Salutation to the Dawn
Look to this day!
For it is life, the very life of life.
In its brief course
Lie all the verities and realities of your existence:
The bliss of growth;
The glory of action;
The splendor of achievement;
For yesterday is but a dream,
And tomorrow is only a vision;
But today, well lived, makes every yesterday
a dream of happiness,
And every tomorrow a vision of hope.
In its brief course
Lie all the verities and realities of your existence:
The bliss of growth;
The glory of action;
The splendor of achievement;
For yesterday is but a dream,
And tomorrow is only a vision;
But today, well lived, makes every yesterday
a dream of happiness,
And every tomorrow a vision of hope.
-- Kalidasa
If
If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too:
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or, being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise;
If you can dream---and not make dreams your master;
If you can think---and not make thoughts your aim,
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same:.
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build'em up with worn-out tools;
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings,
And never breathe a word about your loss:
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on!"
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kings---nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much:
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And---which is more---you'll be a Man, my son!
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too:
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or, being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise;
If you can dream---and not make dreams your master;
If you can think---and not make thoughts your aim,
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same:.
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build'em up with worn-out tools;
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings,
And never breathe a word about your loss:
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on!"
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kings---nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much:
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And---which is more---you'll be a Man, my son!
Rudyard Kipling
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