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03-30-2008, 05:59 AM
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Tired
Location: Florida
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Como est stas bitches.
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03-30-2008, 09:19 AM
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Riding the Ocean Spray
Location: S.E. PA in U Sofa
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ring, maybe you mean Silvio's, which is actually right in Hatboro. Since I work 5 min. from there, I have one of their hoagies on a regular basis. They bake their own bread rolls and use high quality cold cuts ...very excellent. HATBORO'S HISTORY HIGHLIGHTS In 1715, John Dawson, a hatter from England, came to Hatboro, and built a house that later became the Crooked Billet Inn. The small village was at that time called the Billet. The Billet became known as Hatborough in 1740. In the 1750's, Hatboro was a farming village of a scant fifteen houses on the Old York Road. York Road, a former Indian trail, was the stage coach route between Philadelphia and New York. A mill, a tavern,a tannery, a saddlery and furniture maker were the main businesses. Most business was carried on by the barter of goods and services. There was no church and only a small school. In recent years, the world famous local raconteur Nick, known on the most illustrious TFP forum as BadNick, can be seen eating regularly at Silvio's hoagie shop. |
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03-30-2008, 10:00 AM
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That's it!!...oh the fresh bread...I haven't had better..anywhere in the USA,
and I have lived almost everywhere...and what is in that hoagie sauce? At first taste it seems to be a straightforward Italian dressing... but then the exquisite underflavorings appear... I cannot duplicate it...and no other place 30 miles West of that area has ever done so either...so far...as I know.. Ohhhh....there is another memory of a bakery that had Christmas and Easter cookies, with an anise flavored hard icing on them... My Grandfather Nicholas used to take us there on Saturday mornings.... Last edited by ring; 03-30-2008 at 10:07 AM.. |
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03-31-2008, 04:11 AM
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Tired
Location: Florida
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03-31-2008, 04:58 AM
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Tired
Location: Florida
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All night long.
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03-31-2008, 07:20 AM
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Eat your vegetables
Super Moderator
Location: Arabidopsis-ville
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Pretty, Ring!
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04-01-2008, 05:00 AM
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Casual... Real Casual
Location: Orstraylia
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Racing around to come up behind you again. The sun is the same in a relative way but your older, shorter of breath, and one day closer to death" ...pink floyd |
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04-01-2008, 11:47 AM
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Riding the Ocean Spray
Location: S.E. PA in U Sofa
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^ ha ha made me look, stole my mother's pocket book ...so here's what I saw:
In the Italian language, "coniglio" means "rabbit" or "hare". The name is from the Latin "cuniculus", which also means "burrow", "tunnel", or "waterway". Our first Coniglio ancestor may have been a timid person, or had something to do with raising or hunting rabbits, or may have been a worker on a canal or tunnel. The first Coniglio ancestor that we know of was Gaetano Coniglio, who was born in about 1774, in Canicatti (Can-ee-cot-TEE, accent on the last syllable), in the Province of Girgenti (now the Province of Agrigento), Sicily, Italy. Gaetano was a shepherd (a "pecoraro"). Most Sicilians at this time lived under the rule of "campanilism". Each town had a main church steeple or "campanile", and children were told "don't go so far away that you can't see the steeple". This held for adults as well, and most of our ancestors were born, lived and died without ever being more than a mile or so away from their home. Shepherds, however, were a different breed, and would follow their flocks over the green hills and valleys that sometimes led to a nearby town. Gaetano's flock may have strayed to Serradifalco, in the nearby Province of Caltanissetta. There he met and married the daughter of Angelo Montalto and Anna Mineo: Giuseppa Montalto. Variations of her name are Montante and Montanto. Gaetano settled in Serradifalco with Giuseppa, and their children and grandchildren were born there. Giuseppa's death record notes that she was an "arte donessa", or "patroness of the arts". The earlier names in this list were found on the Mormon Church's microfilms of civil and church records of births, baptisms, marriages, and deaths for Canicatti and Serradifalco. The Ellis Island website also has some information on the family. I have used the given names that I believe were on the individual's birth records: Giuseppe, Carmela, etc.; even though these names may have later been anglicized. Entries marked with * have more than one marriage. Also, since I'm Hungarian this made me hungry so I found this: Hassenpfeffer German Rabbit Stew Recipe Ingredients 1 large or 2 small rabbits, cleaned, skinned, and cut into pieces Marinade: 1/2 c. red-wine vinegar 1 1/2 c. water 1 c. dry red wine (I prefer a beaujolais to a heavier burgundy) 1 large or 2 medium onions, thinly sliced 1 t. salt 1 t. dry mustard 1 t. ground pepper 1 T. pickling spices 4 whole cloves 2 bay leaves flour, seasoned with salt and pepper 4 T. clarified butter sugar (start with 1 T.) 3 T. flour 1/2 c. sour cream 1/2 c. heavy cream Directions Mix the marinade, bring to a boil, then simmer for an hour. Cool to room temperature. Marinate the rabbit for at least a day (two is better). Remove the rabbit pieces and dry them. Dredge them in the seasoned flour and brown in the butter on all sides. Strain the marinade and add it to the rabbit, cover tightly, and simmer for an hour. Remove the rabbit and place on a serving platter. Add 1 T. sugar to the broth and taste. Add additional sugar if necessary to get the balance of sweet and sour you prefer. Blend the 3 T. flour with the cream and sour cream and add it, stirring constantly, cooking for a couple of minutes to thicken and remove the flour taste. Add salt and pepper to taste, pour over the rabbit, and serve. |
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04-01-2008, 01:17 PM
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Eat your vegetables
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Location: Arabidopsis-ville
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Cinnabunny likes the hair dryer.
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04-02-2008, 01:03 AM
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Casual... Real Casual
Location: Orstraylia
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If you are addressing me, I never left... I was just posting elsewhere.... and I work for a living.... I am not a "sir"  .
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Racing around to come up behind you again. The sun is the same in a relative way but your older, shorter of breath, and one day closer to death" ...pink floyd |
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04-02-2008, 05:37 AM
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still, wondering.
Location: South Minneapolis, somewhere near the gorgeous gorge
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"Not now, not never"
seems a good place for starting another haiku. Please keep functioning. While living might kill you, it doesn't have to. Good morning, my America! What happened? 2 days. 12-6=3+3
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04-02-2008, 09:32 AM
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Riding the Ocean Spray
Location: S.E. PA in U Sofa
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What the hell you mean random crap?!! It takes at least a few seconds or more of careful thought and consideration for almost every post here and the contents of each post reflect something personal about the poster. Is that random crap? E.g., here is an albino moose. Is this random crap, too? I rest my case.  |
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04-02-2008, 10:02 AM
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Riding the Ocean Spray
Location: S.E. PA in U Sofa
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Contrary to our random-minded friend above, that's very relevant to my life, ring.
Just yesterday my younger boy pointed to a bird up in a tree and asked me "dad, is that a robin?" ...to which I said "where? I'm driving, I can't just look up at anything you point to" (and yes, I do have dangling participle faults at times). But just then I was able to slow down and look high up on a tree branch and I see not a robin, but a cardinal. So I said to my beloved little son ...actually, while he is my younger son, he is not so little anymore, being he is 11yo and quite strong and chubby... "that's a cardinal, not a robin"; he replies "how can you tell the difference?" so I explained the most notable characteristics of each bird to him and now I think he will remember that for the rest of his life. I hope someday when I am gone and somebody asks him "is that a robin?" he will remember his dad. In case he finds this thread some day ...Hi Tyler!!!... or someone else here is not sure, here is a robin  and here is a cardinal  ...being a dad and seeing my son growing into adolescence, I did weave a little "sex" into the story by telling him that the male birds are usually the more brightly colored while the females tend to be more muted colors ...to which he said "that's pimp!" |
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04-02-2008, 10:42 AM
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Mirth abounding........Hi Tyler!
I used to spend many an hour watching a male cardinal.... take his time...poking about the feeder..looking for a plump and perfect seed worthy of feeding to his intended... Last edited by ring; 04-02-2008 at 10:44 AM.. Reason: hola |
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04-02-2008, 11:07 AM
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Riding the Ocean Spray
Location: S.E. PA in U Sofa
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And moving on to a bird-brain side of birds, my brother and sister-in-law have a very nice house on one of the backwater tributary creeks of the Chesapeake Bay, surrounded by many trees and overlooking the waters. One of the regular visitors to a tree right next to the house is a large red cardinal. About once a day or so, this cardinal flies into the sliding glass door and bounces off, luckily so far he has not been seriously injured, except perhaps his brain. He keeps doing this several times a week so apparently there is something he knows that we don't ...maybe his reflection in the glass? Only the shadow knows.
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