Homemade Sweet-Chili Sauce Recipe
I like a little sweet heat, don’t you?
Forget the bottled stuff — you can make a batch of this for pennies, and without the additives.
Say yes to homemade condiments!
I like a little sweet heat, don’t you?
Forget the bottled stuff — you can make a batch of this for pennies, and without the additives.
Say yes to homemade condiments!
I waited for the question, staring across the dark hall at the rice bag – last night’s pillow. In my peripheral vision, I saw his hand come up, and I cringed into the wall.
“I’m not going to hurt you,” he said again, impatient, and cupped my chin in his rough hand, pulling my face around so I had to look at him.
My heart stuttered when he touched me, and there was suddenly too much moisture in my eyes. I blinked, trying to clear them.
“Wanda.” He said my name slowly – unwillingly, I could tell, though his voice was even and toneless. “Is Melanie still alive – still part of you? Tell me the truth.”
Melanie attached with the brute strength of a wrecking ball. It was physically painful, like the sudden stab of a migraine headache, where she tried to force her way out.
Stop it! Can’t you see?
It was so obvious in the set of his lips, the tight lines under his eyes. It didn’t matter what I said or what she said.
I’m already a liar to him, I told her. He doesn’t want the truth – he’s just looking for evidence, some way to prove me a liar, a Seeker, to Jeb and Jamie so that he’ll be allowed to kill me.
Melanie refused to answer or believe me; it was a struggle to keep her silent.
Jared watched the sweat bead on my forehead, the strange shiver that shook down my spine, and his eyes narrowed. He held on to my chin, refusing to let me hide my face.
Jared, I love you, she tried to scream. I’m right here.
My lips didn’t quiver, but I was surprised that he couldn’t read the words spelled out plainly in my eyes.
Stephenie Meyer, The Host, (Little, Brown & Company, 2008) … Continue Reading
Call it instinct, but I feel like I`d better leave the stinging nettles behind and start putting something else up on these pages, lest you all think I`ve taken my laptop & camera and moved to a shack in the woods to live off the land — with all of my favourite kitchen utensils and spices, of course — my apocalypse kitchen will be very well stocked, thank-you very much.
But before they go, you should know I’ve had quite a week with these stingers. I attempted a batch of nettle beer, distilled rennet from the plants’ tips, baked nettle bread, deep fried the leaves and created a most vibrant green fettucine. But I understand it’s time to move on — I don’t think the world is ready for an All Nettles, All The Time food blog.
Again, call it instinct. … Continue Reading
How much do you know about stinging nettles? They’re very hot with foragers and lovers of wild food, and they’re gaining a growing mainstream acceptance — both as a highly nutritious super-food, as well as a greener source for cloth and paper.
I’ve been a bit of a nettle head since we moved out of the big city, and I’ve got company here on Pender — one friend makes a beautiful nettle, calendula, lavender and chamomile blend that is more of a tonic than a tea. Others make tasty soups, quiches and spanokopitas. If you can make it with spinach — you can make it (BETTER) with nettles.
So if you’re driving on Pender at this time of year, you may see more than one of us wearing our yellow dish gloves poking around in a clearing at the side of the road. We’re not crazy — trust me — we’re just tending our nettle patch.
Hello all of my leprechaun friends!
These ice-cream sandwiches are for you — they’re not green (thank God) — but they do contain 2 different (and highly celebrated) alcohols from the country at the centre of all the attention today.
Japan aside — I know more minds are nuclear reactors than the luck of the Irish today — but maybe if we all had an ice cream sandwich filled with the goodness of Guinness and Bailey’s,, some of that luck might spread out to where the world needs it most. … Continue Reading
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