Someone in craigslist (I’m a regular at the food forum) mentioned family recipes, and I couldn’t but think of my grandmother’s – and then my aunt’s – recipes for cakes. I grew up with their sponge cake with lemon frosting (though I preferred it with whipped cream), chocolate with mint sauce and yellow cake with chocolate-dulce-de-leche frosting. And of course, apple pies, chocolate pies, lemon pies. My grandmother was known for her cakes and pies, and she was the best.
Now I have their old cookbook. But I have it because my aunt passed away. It’s been almost 2 months and I’m still crying almost every day. Sometimes I cry because I’ve already gotten used to the idea that she’s dead. I loved her so much.
Mike came home and interrupted me from the thoughts, so this will be it.
Author: marga (Page 102 of 158)
Taner Akçam is a Turkish scholar who has meticulously researched the history of the Armenian genocide to conclude that one, indeed, took place. For his efforts he has been attacked as a terrorist and threatened. He has also been put in the “no flight” list by both American and Canadian authorities, but apparently this was done based on his profile in wikipedia! As everyone knows, anyone can add anything to a wikipedia entrie, regardless of its truth value.
http://www.harpers.org/archive/2007/04/horton-20070421ymwmeldhvami
Harpers Magazine
April 21, 2007
The Plot Against the First Amendment
By Scott Horton
In June, a case is slated to go to trial in Northern Virginia that will mark a
first step in a plan to silence press coverage of essential national security
issues. The plan was hatched by Alberto Gonzales and his deputy, Paul J.
McNulty — the two figures at the center of a growing scandal over the
politicization of the prosecutorial process. This may in fact be the most
audacious act of political prosecution yet. But so far, it has gained little
attention and is poorly understood.
In the summer of 2005, Alberto Gonzales paid a visit to British Attorney
General Peter Goldsmith. A British civil servant who attended told me “it was
quite amazing really. Gonzales was obsessed with the Official Secrets Act. In
particular, he wanted to know exactly how it was used to block newspapers and
broadcasters from running news stories derived from official secrets and how it
could be used to criminalise persons who had no formal duty to maintain secrets.
He saw it as a panacea for his problems: silence the press. Then you can torture
and abuse prisoners and what you will — without fear of political
repercussions. It was the easy route to dealing with the Guantánamo dilemma.
Don’t close down Guantánamo. Close down the press. We were appalled by it.”
Appalled, he added, “but not surprised.
Yesterday we had a crash. We rear ended a car that apparently stopped suddenly in front of us. Our fault, of course. It was my first real crash.
It was strange, one moment I’m looking out the side window at a radio station that had set up business outside the Mi Tierra supermarket. Next moment I hear Mike saying “Oh shit”, I look in front of me and see this stopped car in front of us. Then I feel the pull of the seat belt and start coughing. I was pretty disoriented at first. It took me a minute – but then again, i couldn’t really tell time – to figure out what had happened, to realize that the smoke inside the car came from the air bag, to hear Mike asking how I was, how the kids were (everyone was fine), to figure out that I could open the door and get out to escape the smoke, before it reached the children.
Once we got out we ascertained that everyone was fine. Our car had been basically destroyed – the damage is far greater than what the car is worth – but none of us had been injured. Seat belts are a great thing. Today we hurt a bit from the seatbelt marks, however. Better that than the alternative.
Mika was a little bit traumatized at first. She kept crying because we wouldn’t be going to the Discovery Museum – where we were headed when the accident happened. Later, when she found out our car was going to the dump, she cried about that too. Finally, once we put her to work helping empty the car, she felt better. Camila insisted on being held all the time. Mike did more of that duty as I was still a bit shocked and had a headache. Plus it’s always hard for me to hold her.
Eventually the police came, they were very pleasant and did their business. We emptied the car and our friend D. picked us up with our belongings and took us home. The tow truck took the car away.
And then, after we came home and put everything away, we got into our other car and went to the Discovery Museum.
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