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This is a "Schnitzel Wiener Art" in German which is made using pork meat. The "Wiener Schnitzel" is an Austrian dish made with veal.
"Haus Oveney" Restaurant
The Hill Hour Special (Mon - Fri 4-7pm)~
Fried Calamari $7
lightly breaded & served with cognac spiked seafood sauce
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on Explore Sept 2, 2009, #371
Joe's meal – very delicious – breaded fried pork schnitzel with ham, leeks, white mushroom cream sauce, home fries, and red cabbage from Ruth's dinner
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Schlemmerschnitzel
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Album Description – Mainz, Germany – 24DEC2017:
Our full plane – including Joe, who got on! – landed Christmas Eve in Frankfurt am Main, and Joe rode the crew bus with me to Mainz.
Joe and I went to St. John's Lutheran Church Christmas Eve service in St. Augustine's Church. St. John's is currently under excavation, turning up some of the oldest Christian finds north of the Alps.
St. John's choir sang some of the most touchingly beautiful Christmas music. All too soon the church service was over.
Joe said, "I'm hungry."
We went out to dinner with 7 other fellow crewmembers, laughed, enjoyed great food and conversation. What a fun night we all had!
Christmas Eve in Germany! And an awesome 24 hours in Mainz!
On Christmas Day at 1:58 p.m. we touched down back home. This travel set a new record for Joe: 2 round trips to Germany in 1 month!
Joe slept all but 5 hours of our 27-hour-18-minute layover.
He also ate, rested, slept 8 hours going and 10 hours returning, slept 15 hours straight once we got home! I have a great job and I love it, yet if you think serving up to 300 passengers at a time sounds like a vacation, come with me; relax while I walk 2 days, 8-10 miles a day, 5 miles up in the sky meeting wants & needs of hundreds of people!
It was a sunny 70⁰F when we left home, overcast 45⁰F when we got up from our arrival nap, overcast 41⁰F the next morning when we left the crew hotel, overcast 41⁰F when we landed early that afternoon after flying 10 hours: our transatlantic flight arrived early, 9+58; the flying time was blocked for 10+10.
Merry Christmas, everyone! I am looking forward to celebrating the birth of Christ the Lord during these 12 days of Christmas! Including while working my next flights this weekend!
Even coming with me then sounds like work to Joe, who just retired!
"Joe, I'm scheduled to go again this weekend – want to spend our New Year's Eve together in Germany?" "No, thanks." "Two weekends in a row flying twice over over the ocean and back too much?" "Yes."
Hope you enjoy this 17% of 23 photos we took here this day!
This is a "Schnitzel Wiener Art" in German which is made using pork meat. The "Wiener Schnitzel" is an Austrian dish made with veal.
Day 211 of 365: Continuing with the theme of food in my face. Lacking face paint, that seems to be the best I can do for the TOTW theme week. I'm not quite sure why I'm making a puppy face here; maybe because another department I'm lacking in is acting.
For FGR: Orange Mania
and TOTW: Face Art
Right, it's also another Vic tribute, even though I cheated and looked for the inspiration after I was done. I was so sure he did something like that, and he didn't let me down, such as in Day 191, or even as far back as Day 4.
Some breaded fake meat with cheese (Daiya, IIRC?) on it. Very nice, but I had über-lunched that day and couldn't finish this dinner = so embarrassing. :O I almost never throw away food...
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Vegan FAQ! :)
The Web Site the Meat Industry Doesn't Want You to See.
Please watch Earthlings.
Made some epic Breaded Pork Chops for dinner tonight! Did an Egg Wash, Progresso Italian-style Bread Crumbs, a 2nd Egg Wash and then French's Crispy Fried Onions. The Fried Onions take them to a whole new level!
Then I made some Crispy Smashed Potatoes using a recipe that I found on All Recipes. 👨🍳
www.allrecipes.com/recipe/213492/smashed-potatoes/
(I omitted the vinegar, sage & savory herbs because we didn't have them)
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Knoxville, Tennessee
Wednesday, January 3rd, 2024
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Keto Breaded Shrimp
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Breaded Shrimp
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This breaded shrimp uses pork rinds as a coating instead of the usual bread crumbs, and it actually tastes better! Plus, seasoning the shrimps with spices and parmesan helped to enhance the flavor and gave it a new taste. This is absolutely love at first bite!
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Servings: 1
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Ingredients:
100 grams Shrimp, shelled and deveined
1Tbsp Parmesan Cheese
¼ tsp Chili powder
¼ tsp Paprika
¼ tsp Garlic powder
¼ tsp dried Oregano
Salt, to taste
1 Tbsp Olive Oil, for frying
1 Egg, whisked
25 grams Pork rinds
1 Tbsp Mayonnaise, as dip, to serve
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Procedure:
1. Prepare two bowls: one with parmesan cheese and another one with the spices.
2. Season the shrimps with the spices.
3. Add the parmesan cheese.
4. Mix until the shrimps are fully coated. Set aside.
5. Prepare another two bowls: one with whisked egg and another one with pork rinds.
6. Dip the shrimp, one at a time into the egg.
7. Finally, coat the shrimps with pork rinds.
8. Place into a plate.
9. Now, heat olive oil in a non-stick pan.
10. Add the breaded shrimps and cook until orange in color.
11. Flip carefully and cook the other side.
12. Serve with mayonnaise as a dip.
➡️ Nutritional Information:
Energy - 619.2 kcal
Protein - 42.9g
Fat - 48.8g
Carbohydrates - 2.1g
Morel, Morchella species, Natural Tunnel State Park, Duffield, Virginia
Morels have been called by many local names; some of the more colorful include dryland fish, because when sliced lengthwise then breaded and fried, their outline resembles the shape of a fish; hickory chickens, as they are known in many parts of Kentucky; and merkels or miracles, based on a story of how a mountain family was saved from starvation by eating morels. In parts of West Virginia, they are known as molly moochers or muggins. Due to the partial structural and textural similarity to some species of the Porifera sponges, a common name for any true morel is sponge mushroom.
The scientific name of the genus Morchella is derived from morchel, an old German word for mushroom (this may be another source for the name "merkel"), while morel itself is derived from the Latin maurus meaning brown.
Source: en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Morchella
Pork sausages and breaded potatoes fried in a dish and decorated with cherry tomato. Fork and knife next to dish
Birkenhof Restaurant
A Zigeunerschnitzel is a traditional German dish that consists of a thin, breaded, and pan-fried cutlet, usually made of pork, veal, or chicken. It's the paprika-based sauce that distinguishes it from other schnitzels, as it's typically served with a zesty, sweet-and-sour sauce known as "Zigeunersauce" or "Gypsy sauce." The sauce is a blend of bell peppers, onions, tomatoes, and spices, with a prominent flavor of paprika. While not a common home-cooked meal, it is a classic found in restaurants and food stalls throughout Germany.
The term "Zigeuner" is the German word for "gypsy", an exonym historically used to refer to the Romani people. The Romani are a trans-national ethnic group originating from northern India, and the term "gypsy" has long been considered a derogatory slur due to its historical association with persecution and negative stereotypes. In German, the word "Zigeuner" carries particularly offensive connotations, as it was the term used by the Nazis during the persecution and genocide of the Romani people, an event known as the Porajmos.
The continued use of the term "Zigeunerschnitzel" has been a subject of controversy in Germany for years, with organizations representing the Romani people advocating for the name to be changed. They argue that using a pejorative term for a food item is insensitive and perpetuates harmful stereotypes. While some believe the name is simply a harmless tradition, the push for change gained significant traction in recent years as a part of a broader movement to address historical and systemic racism.
As a result of this movement and public debate, many German food manufacturers and restaurants have stopped using the term. Instead, they have opted for more neutral and descriptive names like "Paprikaschnitzel" (paprika schnitzel) or "Schnitzel ungarischer Art" (schnitzel Hungarian style), reflecting the dish's flavor profile and its possible Hungarian culinary influences. This shift in terminology represents a step toward greater inclusivity and respect for the Romani community in Germany.
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Life in Windsor was much different after the Winter Break. I don’t know what it was, it sure wasn’t as explosive as the first half, for one the courses were changed. Asian Studies 101 was now taught by young Professor Burton whose field was that of China, I found this subject almost as fascinating as studying India. Mr Burtons style of teaching was much different than Professor Spellmans, it was interesting but it was no rock concert the way the previous lecturer shook your head, made you think and examine yourself. In place of the first semester Drama course I took the more interesting Communication Arts course which switched to a lecture series held in a huge auditorium attended by a couple of hundred students. The lecturer was the department head Dr Romanow. Rounding things out there was more Theology taught by Father Culliton and Philosophy 101 presented to us by Professor Deck. Geography unfortunatlely had been dropped in the first semester as there was an element of mathematics that one needed in order to understand some matters, I was not up to the task.
Funds were getting tight for Peter and myself. Our second portion of the grants were slow in coming to the bank where they were direct deposited. With a sigh of releif we greeted the funds when they did arrive. The money didn’t last very long most of it was needed for rent and other necessities. By mid February we were flat broke and we had to survive until Mid May when classes would be over. Mary Lewis a Chinese Canadian girl who worked on the Harpoon the alternative campus newspaper came up to the apartment for a dinner. I remember this well as I served a new creation, breaded, then baked tinned sardines with a can of tomato soup for a sauce. She was a lovely girl, she did not complain being that mannerly kind of person, polite to the end. Mary must have been aware of my poverty. We were like buddies, her folks owned a business she was getting educated, a liberal woman from downtown Windsor.
There was a memorable time in March, Pete and I must have been desperate as I was cooking our last package of meat, smelly grey sausages. They were sizzling away on the stove in the tiny kitchen when Pete brings old Johnny Blue up to say hello. Blue first apologized for ripping us off months earlier at the party, blamed that on his friend Doc Pat. Blue said, “you can’t eat those sausages, they’ve spoiled, they’re bad!” He was right they had gone smelly, it was the last thing we had to eat in the house. Old Blue, he had a solution, he gave us directions to a large church across the main street a few blocks away in the more working class part of town. He then told us the ministers name that we had to see, it was a Protestant church, he told us what day the church pastor would talk to us, told Pete and I to both go separately, that way we would get a coupon voucher each instead of just one. In order to survive until that day we got up early a few mornings and took the money out of the milk bottles of neighbouring homes. Our eyes lit when we found crisp one dollar bills in some of the bottles there was also lots of change, enough to keep us fed for the time being.
The following Wednesday as pointed out by Blue, Pete and self headed to the church at about three in the afternoon. We entered the church office where a kindly middle aged minister listened to our story, ‘no food, no jobs, struggling students’ we truly were hungry, he gave us both a cheque for twenty dollars each, actually a food voucher for a local grocery store, the new modern Steinbergs located downtown quite close to the multi level St Vincent de Paul store and the waterfront. Well we were like millionaires! I bought us a carton of smokes, a roast pork, ordered some deli meat which we ate while pushing the cart up the aisle then hid the packaging as we got the other necessities for the coming week. Things like milk and eggs and bread, coffee, cereal, sugar, fixings for a real spaghetti sauce, more meats. I recall almost dancing in the aisles! Everything that we were out of had been purchased! When I got home I invited Mary Lewis up for a real meal, she brought a bottle of wine and the neighbour, Sam dropped in with some Ouzo as he had a habit of doing whenever we were making a racket.
Every week afterwards we would head out to the church to pick up our vouchers that were waiting for us in the church office. We never had to eat anymore rotting sausages thanks to Johnny Blue he more than paid us back for the trouble he created back in the fall. I now look on his theft of our party money as a loan, a street sort of lay a way plan, we got much more from the church than the $85.00 that was taken. Neither of our families was able to help us with money for food, at my house in Toronto, it was a daily struggle for mom to put food on the table. I think in Petes situation it was a question of his pride, not wanting to ask for help. We didn’t have to go out in the morning stillness to steal milk bottles off of the neighbours porches anymore. If anyone is wondering where the milk money in the milk bottles on the porches was going, we took it, early in the mornings that late winter early spring of 1972.
Dr.Romanow’s lectures were intended to be an introduction to the workings of the media. I didn’t fall for his line of shit, all he would talk about were the positive aspects of media, the great media as if it was not culpable for the brainwashing of millions of mindless Westerners, reducing the vast majority of them to trash heads, thoughtless fools who program their existences around certain televised events, their heads stuck in newspapers that give the news that they (corporate editors) want you to read and radio shows that spend more time flogging products that are not needed leaving you at times depressed because of over-information. As Spellman once wisely pointed out ‘in ancient civilizations news traveled at a tortoise like pace it is human nature but it didn’t get to you in seconds or minutes as it does today’. We sit there watching events, like the bombing of Iraq, or the Tsunami victims relations as they mourn their dead, we have sanitized the event, when you occasionally see a dead body on TV you don’t smell the death, you don’t see the tears or feel the emotions partly because TV has already shown you more graphic images on regular programming, we are all to familiar with death and tragedy because of this so when something really happens you are desensitized you reach for those emotions that you used in media and find they are diluted.
I’d go to class and try to keep my mouth shut. When the professor was talking about commercials for example I’d intentionally speak out disrupting the class to bring my point of view into play, bringing to light the fact that a seemingly good company like General Electric was also supplying nuclear equipment for American dominated nations. There were many other examples of the media controlling the minds of Westerners and I was more than happy to point this out, but you know, even though some students would compliment me on the information I think 99 per cent of them just went about like robots concerned only with their grades not being able to view the big picture not able to get away from the ME. Dow and Monsanto were big targets, at the time I attacked them relentlessly, factories around the world were being picketed by educated people, there was an air of defiance and it was an honour to be a small part of the peoples demonstration. At times I’d leave the oval shaped auditorium energized by the event, the opportunity to lash out at the candy coating the lecturer was putting on his topics, he was nothing more than a media dupe. My mark on a frivolous essay at the end of the semester was poor and I complained about this to no avail, I dug my own grave. I deserved that mark but for class participation I should have gotten a medal!
The first semester Drama class had some interesting moments, I wish I had stuck with this line of study that I had fluked on as a replacement for English. There were several elements of the classes that would have made a difference in my career paths. Students learned hands on methods of editing film, real film, movie film, as well we worked in a studio using large Television cameras. There was a component of the course that dealt entirely with theatre. I wonder if my shyness had something to do with my being unable to discern a latent interest in these topics. The drama professor was a consummate professional.
Drama was broken into two segments, first semester was a hands on Drama introduction where a gifted Lady Professor taught by discussion and practical workshops the numerous intricate crafts that are required to make a production, from behind the stage work, set design, lighting, selling tickets, promotion, to what for some was the more interesting facets, acting, writing scripts, editing, costumes etc, it is a big field. There were 'in class' plays that we filmed and then evaluated the performances of, this was most interesting as we got to use some professional TV cameras on stands, for one of our assignments the Professor had us all write a one person play and we had to put on the play as a major portion of our semesters work. She was none to pleased when I handed in my script about Jesus Christ. In the play I played two rolls, one of Jesus making a phone call to God, asking God some relevant questions, there was a little swearing, and I never thought that the subject matter was out of bounds. I used language like two ordinary street people might do.
Jesus speaking, (telephone rings up in heaven, someone picks up the phone, a voice is heard), “Is this God?”
“Yes this is the Most Divine, All Knowing, Infallible, Speaker of the Truth in all languages, All Forgiving, Ever Watchful of Evil Doers, can I help you?”
Jesus looks at the audience, smirks a little, makes Jack Nicholson eyes and says,
“If you are so fucking smart how come we gotta use phones to communicate?”
Well the Professor blew a gasket, just about stopped me from continuing, gave me just a passing mark, I never would have thought she could let her religious beliefs impact on her judgment, but she sure as hell did. Other than that there was a guest speaker one day, a famous set designer, as he was introducing himself he said in a voice that switched from male to female without batting an eyelash, "I just came back from Greece, he shook his bum, where, as you know, there is a double standard for men, then he stuck his tongue out a little and continued talking, you know, so it was a very enjoyable experience.” But my play about God and Christ was irreverent, here’s this forty something teacher telling all of us to go and bend over for the boys because it’s alright you’re in Greece! I got even with the Drama department in the next semester, when it switched to Communication Arts, as I had decided to shit disturb whenever I felt the Prof was using the media to promote ideas that supported the western lifestyles in ways I found to be against Truth.
Mr Burton was an associate professor in the Asian Studies department, he had just returned from China he was married to a lovely Chinese woman who was tall and had naturally rouged cheeks with high cheekbones. From time to time we sat in the cafeteria for coffee her halting English causing her to blush innocently, she was my friend. One day she appeared in our class at which time she showed the students a film with images of burning bodies, both young and old people, Japanese people rolling on the floor the earth in pain, half their limbs gone, their skin melting off, just before they died. There were dead infants, grieving parents, photos of entire cities gone, burned to the ground. This was a graphic account of the horrors of the bombs that fell on Nagasaki and Hiroshima. It was an important moment as all of the students myself included had been brainwashed by the media to think the bombing of these cities was a small thing, mainline press would never show such graphic details of the nuclear bombings.
Burton had an idea to take three or four students to the BC woods to work in logging camps for the summer, study all things Chinese during our time off, learn some Cantonese dialect at night while sitting around the campfire and save a bunch of money so we could all travel to China the following year, and work on Chinese communes. I was dating a nice girl from Hamilton who was a nursing student. When I told her of our plans she kinda dropped me though there were other reasons, my partying, her career of nursing was going to have to be put on hold so we could go save the Chinese! Good old Burton he sure lit a spark. Those heady ideas, where do they go? As you know it took me over twenty more years to get to China but I got there and I got to B.C. too.
As a topic for an essay I had chosen a title that interested me, it was “The Importance of the Colour Purple in Ancient Chinese Society.” Professor Burton gave me a good mark an A- but not what I was expecting as I had researched the topic extensively, using over twenty reference books that backed up the title. Burton commented on the fact ‘a more serious topic could have been chosen’ as the choice of topics was up to the student. Today I wonder if anyone else has wrote on the same topic, now that the seriousness of the Chinese situation has lessened in the minds of some Westerners. Just recently (2005) I learned that Doctor Spellman had studied the Significance of the number 12 in ancient Indian Civilization. Those purple mushrooms from the woods of New Brunswick got a mention in the essay. If nothing else it was an excellent exercise in creative writing. Sadly the essay was destroyed not to far down the road by Alex along with all the other paper treasures I had collected over the year, that still hurts. When almost fourty years later the photo of me in the Buffalo skin Mounties coat at Tribag Mine was given to me by a relation an entire block of memories opened up that had been locked away in pain.
Being broke, just eating, no cash for beer, the grind started to take its toll. I also think there may have been withdrawals from lsd, and the other intoxicants we so freely enjoyed prior to this period of life. My personality flattened out, was I experiencing depression by chance? The spark which I had come to school with was gone, perhaps I had burned out. Had I underestimated the commitment needed to get through the courses, probably, there wasn’t much support from the family, they were just getting by themselves, living in their nightmare, thank goodness the strong friendship base was there, always was in place, very supportive.
An assignment had been given to us by Father Culliton for our final mark. The student was expected to read a long complex Teilhard de Chardin text. With the info garnered within we would be able to answer a dozen or so Theology questions, ten or twenty pages of very serious stuff. I had met a Quebec third year student, a radical, we shared a common smoking interest and I mentioned my plight, he offered to write the answers to the questions for me, I gave him $20 dollars and left town the year over, packed my suitcase and headed back to Toronto. Before leaving I checked out the courses for the next year, you needed to chose a major in order to re register. Without English I didn’t have many choices, I should have went with Communication Arts but signed up for Asian Studies instead with a minor in Com Arts, what was going on in my head? For Asian Studies you had to learn Hindi, and some Sanskrit, those books the Gita, the Shads, the Sutra they are like Shakespeare only in translated Hindi. I had the summer to think it over. The report card arrived a month or so later, surprisingly I passed with a C+ average, I like to think it was almost a B! The good Father later said he never received my final test, he passed me any ways on class participation, the same in philosophy Prof Deck passed me on class participation, Romanow passed me, had to, class participation, the high Asian Studies mark buoyed the other marks up. This was great for a Mt Dinky boy with a grade nine education. If one understands the varied aspects of my life they will comprehend the success this year as A Scholar has meant to me.
Lemon and parsley breaded chicken with feta salad, mushrooms, steamed asparagus and crusty bread. All made by Dave except the bread. Chicken from a recipe in John Bishop's 'Fresh'.
Local event earlier today featuring all the paraphenalia you would expect from such a fete - pavement cruisers, rubbish food, bad weather, irate parents shouting at kids and a plethora of dirty looks from just about everyone. There was even a significant amount of mud due to the rain overnight.
Because of the location of the event, between Chatham and Gillingham - the horseshoes are more pronounced than in other places in the south east like Sourfend for instance.
But it's free so who cares?