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Execution Weekend
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Beat a piñata in the shape of a Mexican.
You're not an ugly person; you're a beautiful monkey.
I might go watch a rowing competition.
"For me, it is far better to grasp the Universe as it really is than to persist in delusion, however satisfying and reassuring." - Carl Sagan
RE: Execution Weekend
March 23, 2016 at 8:21 pm
(This post was last modified: March 23, 2016 at 9:09 pm by ignoramus.)
Should Easter be the: "Respawning in single player God mode, Ancient Rome special edition"
No God, No fear.
Know God, Know fear. RE: Execution Weekend
March 23, 2016 at 8:58 pm
(This post was last modified: March 23, 2016 at 9:00 pm by Jenny A.)
Doing what I always do, making a Turkish feast: lamb leg marinated with cumin, paprika, and garlic; stuffed grape leaves; eggplant and cinnamon pilaf; yogurt and cucumber salad; feta cheese and parsley borek; pita bread; eggplant plant dip; hummus; pita bread; baklava. It's a family tradition. One of Mom's cousins married a Turkish grad student in the 60s, and he learned how to cook out of shear homesickness (it took a very expensive long distance calls to his illiterate mother). Easter was the meal he shared because so many people have lamb for Easter. He taught Mom how to do the dinner before he and his wife left for Turkey in the early 70s (they came and went a lot before settling in Nebraska). I began making this dinner for Easter when I left Colorado for law school in the 80s. Halis died four years ago, but I still make his dinner. Our daughters think it's what everyone has for Easter. My husband converted years ago.
It's a fine spring feast. I made the borek and the baclava yesterday. We will be a small group this year. Only one daughter as our eldest is off at college and no guests as we are renovating the house and much of it lacks sheet rock, or flooring over the particleboard.
If there is a god, I want to believe that there is a god. If there is not a god, I want to believe that there is no god.
(March 23, 2016 at 8:58 pm)Jenny A Wrote: Doing what I always do, making a Turkish feast: lamb leg marinated with cumin, paprika, and garlic; stuffed grape leaves; eggplant and cinnamon pilaf; yogurt and cucumber salad; feta cheese and parsley borek; pita bread; eggplant plant dip; hummus; pita bread; baklava. It's a family tradition. One of Mom's cousins married a Turkish grad student in the 60s, and he learned how to cook out of shear homesickness (it took a very expensive long distance calls to his illiterate mother). Easter was the meal he shared because so many people have lamb for Easter. He taught Mom how to do the dinner before he and his wife left for Turkey in the early 70s (they came and went a lot before settling in Nebraska). I began making this dinner for Easter when I left Colorado for law school in the 80s. Halis died four years ago, but I still make his dinner. Our daughters think it's what everyone has for Easter. My husband converted years ago. What day are we eating? Playing Cluedo with my mum while I was at Uni: "You did WHAT? With WHO? WHERE???" (March 23, 2016 at 9:31 pm)The Valkyrie Wrote:(March 23, 2016 at 8:58 pm)Jenny A Wrote: Doing what I always do, making a Turkish feast: lamb leg marinated with cumin, paprika, and garlic; stuffed grape leaves; eggplant and cinnamon pilaf; yogurt and cucumber salad; feta cheese and parsley borek; pita bread; eggplant plant dip; hummus; pita bread; baklava. It's a family tradition. One of Mom's cousins married a Turkish grad student in the 60s, and he learned how to cook out of shear homesickness (it took a very expensive long distance calls to his illiterate mother). Easter was the meal he shared because so many people have lamb for Easter. He taught Mom how to do the dinner before he and his wife left for Turkey in the early 70s (they came and went a lot before settling in Nebraska). I began making this dinner for Easter when I left Colorado for law school in the 80s. Halis died four years ago, but I still make his dinner. Our daughters think it's what everyone has for Easter. My husband converted years ago. Any day you come to Oregon, renovation or no renovation.
If there is a god, I want to believe that there is a god. If there is not a god, I want to believe that there is no god.
And finally, for all of us atheists:
How will we know, when the morning comes, we are still human? - 2D
Don't worry, my friend. If this be the end, then so shall it be. RE: Execution Weekend
March 25, 2016 at 7:32 pm
(This post was last modified: March 25, 2016 at 7:33 pm by FebruaryOfReason.)
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