LD Sledge says: I cooked this recipe tonight and found my piece de resistance, my magnum opus, mon tour de force, mon chef-d’oevre. OMG it was magnificent. It is a recipe that my sister-in-law had from A friend who was raised in India and whose father was in the embassy. The friend was given this recipe by an Indian who made her promise she would never give it to but 2 people. The recipe finally Found its way To my ex sister-in-law who sent it to me who was under a no covenant not to disclose. Thank goodness. I had this for dinner back in 1964 and never forgot it. Of all the things I cook it is my masterpiece.
In order for the government to give from one person it has to take from another who earned it. This removes incentive to work. And if you think they take from the rich who can afford it, look deeply into the wealth of those at the top of the chain in Communist states. Unless we change the moral and ethic level of ALL members of society, from bottom to top and top to bottom, we will continue to have greed, corruption, exploitation and poverty no matter what political/economic system is employed.
Popular lollies, sauces and dressings have been found to contain nanotechnology that the national food regulator has long denied is being widely used in Australia’s food supply.
For many years, Food Standards Australia and New Zealand has claimed there is “little evidence” of nanotechnology in food because no company had applied for approval. It has therefore not tested for nor regulated the use of nanoparticles.
Frustrated at the inertia, environment group Friends of the Earth commissioned tests that found potentially harmful nanoparticles of titanium dioxide and silica in 14 popular products, including Mars’ M&Ms, Woolworths white sauce and Praise salad dressing.
“FSANZ kept saying there’s no evidence of it, we’re not going to do any testing. But all 14 samples came back positive, indicating widespread use of nanoparticles in foods in Australia,” said the group’s emerging tech campaigner, Jeremy Tager.
“?Everybody would want to think food is tested and assured to be safe before it hits supermarket shelves. FSANZ is conducting a living experiment with people. It has inexcusably failed in its role as a regulator.”
At the Himba of Namibia in Southern Africa, the date of birth of a child is fixed, not at the time of its arrival in the world, nor in its design, but much earlier: since the day the child is thought in His Mother’s mind.
When a woman decides she’s going to have a child, she settle down and rests under a tree, and she listens until she can hear the song of the child who wants to be born. And after she heard this child’s song, she comes back to the man who will be the father of the child to teach him that song. And then, when they make love to physically design the child, they sing the song of the child, to invite him.
When the mother is pregnant, she teaches the singing of this child to the midwives and older women of the village. So, when the child is born, old women and people around him sing his song to welcome him.
As the child grows, the other villagers learn his song. So if the child falls, or gets hurt, he always finds someone to pick him up and sing his song. Similarly, if the child does something wonderful, or successfully passes through the rites of passage, the people of the village sing his song to honor him.
In the tribe, there is another opportunity where villagers sing for the child. If, at any time during his life, the person commits an aberrant crime or social act, the individual is called in the center of the village and the people of the community form a circle around him. Then they sing his song.
The tribe recognizes that the correction of antisocial behavior does not pass through punishment, it is by love and reminder of identity. When you recognize your own song, you don’t want or need to do anything that would harm the other.
And the same way through their lives. In Marriage, songs are sung together.
And when, getting old, this kid is lying in his bed, ready to die, All the villagers know his song, and they sing, for the last time, his song.
