2015年08月12日

vegetables and tofu together for a dinner

Stir-fry organic that is scrumptious, healthy, and easy to make! Serve this dish over steamed brown rice.
Level: Easy
Yield: 2 main-dish servings
Ingredients

1 tbsp. Organic olive oil
0.50 tsp. organic sesame oil
0.25 tsp. organic crushed red pepper flakes
0.50 medium organic red onion
2 clove organic garlic
1 c. organic broccoli florets
0.50 organic red bell pepper
6 large organic shiitake mushrooms
1 tsp. organic soy sauce
1 piece organic baked tofu
2 organic scallions
0.50 c. organic cilantro
1 tsp. organic sesame seeds

Directions

Heat a large skillet over medium heat and add the olive oil, sesame oil, and pepper flakes. When the oil is warm, add onion and garlic and stir-fry for 2 minutes. Add broccoli, bell pepper, mushrooms, and soy sauce. Stir fry for 2-3 minutes. Add the tofu, scallions, cilantro, and sesame seeds. Cook until the tofu is heated through. Serve immediately
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2015年07月22日

condition hurt her deeply

One Sunday morning, I was told that someone was waiting for me in the office. The young person who answered the rectory door said that it was "the woman who said she left all the notes." When I saw her I was shocked, since I immediately recognized her from church but had no idea that it was she who wrote the notes. She was sitting in a chair in the office with her hands folded in her lap. Her head was bowed and when she raised it to look at me, she could barely smile without pain. Her face was disfigured, and the skin so tight from surgical procedures that smiling or laughing was very difficult for her. She had suffered terribly from treatment to remove the growths that had so marred her face hong kong hotel reservation.

We chatted for a while that Sunday morning and agreed to meet for lunch later that week.

As it turned out we went to lunch several California Fitness times, and she always wore a hat during the meal. I think that treatments of some sort had caused a lot of her hair to fall out. We shared things about our lives. I told her about my schooling and growing up. She told me that she had worked for years for an insurance company. She never mentioned family, and I did not ask.

We spoke of authors we both had read, and it was easy to tell that books are a great love of hers.

I have thought about her often over the years and how she struggled in a society that places an incredible premium on looks, class, wealth and all the other fineries of life. She suffered from a disfigurement that cannot be made to look attractive. I know that her .

Would her life have been different had she been pretty? Chances are it would have. And yet there were sensitivity and a beauty to her Beverly skin refining center that had nothing to do with looks. She was one to be listened to, whose words were so easy to take to heart. Her words came from a wounded but loving heart, very much like all hearts, but she had more of a need to be aware of it, to live with it and learn from it. She possessed a fine-tuned sense of beauty. Her only fear in life was the loss of a friend.
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2015年07月17日

like a vase which has just

Together, he and Marta went to the train station. They watched as their families exited the train at the far end of the platform. When Ingrid HKUE amec appeared, Marta turned to Edward. “Go to her,” she said.

Astonished, Edward stammered, “What do you mean?”

“Edward, I have always known I was not the Henderson girl you intended to send for. I had watched you flirt with Ingrid at the church picnics. I know it is she, not me, you desire for your wife.” “But ...”

Marta placed her fingers over his lips. “Shhh,” she hushed him. “I do love you, Edward. I always have. And because of that, all I really want is your happiness. Go to her.” As she gazed up at him, he saw for the first time how very beautiful she was. He recalled their walks in the meadows, their quiet evenings before the HKUE amec fire, her working beside him with the sandbags. It was then he realized what he had known for months. “No, Marta. It is you I want.” Sweeping her into his arms, he kissed her with all the love bursting inside him. Their families gathered around them chorusing, “We are here for the wedding!”
When he told me he was leaving I felt smashed. There were pieces of me all over the tidy, tan tiles. He kept talking, telling me why he was leaving, explaining it was for the best, I could do better, it was his fault and not mine. I had heard it before many times and yet somehow was still not immune; perhaps one did not become immune to such felony.He left and I tried to get on with my life. I filled the kettle and put it on to boil, I took out my old red mug and filled it with coffee watching as each coffee granule slipped in to the bone china. That was what my life had been like, endless omissions of coffee granules, somehow never managing to make that cup of coffee. Somehow when the kettle piped its finishing warning I pretended not to hear it. That's what Mike's leaving had been like, sudden and with an awful finality. I would rather just wallow in uncertainty than have things finished. I laughed at HKUE amec myself. Imagine getting all philosophical and sentimental about a mug of coffee. I must be getting old.
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