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Where the Wild Roses Grow….


Animation by me

For you


Miercurea fara cuvinte..8..Me and Sanziana Buruiana in the kitchen on Romanian TV.

Me on TV with Sanziana Buruiana in the kitchen ..watch the first 7 minutes..

Miercurea fara cuvinte starts here

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What’s New Pussycat …

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Crispy snacks…

Siu Mai made with worms…:-)

Ingredients:
250 ml (1 cup) mealworms
4 water chestnuts
60 ml (4 Tbsp) green onions, sliced
125 ml (1/2 cup) bamboo shoots
1 egg
5 ml (1 tsp.) salt
23 ml (1 – I/2 Tbsp) soy sauce
30 ml (2 Tbsp) sherry
5 ml (1 tsp.) sugar
23 ml (1 1/2 tsp.) cornstarch
1 ml (1/4 tsp.) pepper
plus: wonton wrappers, dipping sauce (see below), vegetable oil

Place mealworms in blender, and grind until paste-like. Chop water chestnuts and add mealworm paste, green onions, bamboo shoots, egg, salt, soy sauce, sherry, sugar, cornstarch and pepper. Mix well. Fill center of won ton wrapper with 30 ml (2 tsp.) of mixture. Fold won ton in shape of a triangle. Moisten finger tips, and seal edges. Fold creased corners backward and secure the ends with more water. (They should now be shaped as a bishop’s cap.) Place in skillet containing oil heated to about 350 degrees Fahrenheit. Fry for about 5 minutes. Serve with Dipping Sauce.

Dipping Sauce:

15 ml (1 tsp.) boiling water
15 ml (1 tsp.) mustard
15 ml (1 tsp.) vinegar
30 ml (2 tsp.) soy sauce
Add boiling water to mustard and mix well. Add vinegar and soy sauce. Stir well.

and in croatia they serve worms too …>>>>Crispy worms in Croatia…

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A solution for the dog problem in Romania…Warning..graphic material…

Stewed Dog (Wedding Style)

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3 kg dog meat
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1 1/2 cups vinegar
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60 peppercorns
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6 tablespoons salt
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12 cloves garlic
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1/2 cup cooking oil
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6 cups onion — sliced
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3 cups tomato sauce
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10 cups boiling water
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6 cups red pepper — cut into strips
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6 pieces bay leaf
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1 teaspoon Tabasco sauce
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1 1/2 cups liver spread —
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whole fresh pineapple — cut 1/2 inch thick

First, kill a medium sized dog, then burn off the fur over a hot fire.

Carefully remove the skin while still warm and set aside for later (may be

used in other recipes)

Cut meat into 1? cubes. Marinade meat in mixture of vinegar, peppercorn,

salt and garlic for 2 hours.

Fry meat in oil using a large wok over an open fire, then add onions, a

chopped pineapple and saute until tender.

Pour in tomato sauce and boiling water, add green pepper, bay leaf and

Tabasco.

Cover and simmer over warm coals until meat is tender. Blend in liver

spread and cook for additional 5-7 minutes.

You can substitute lamb for dog. The taste is similar, but not as pungent.

 

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Whats my name…..???


Love is the drug…

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Touch me…

Laura Branigan Find me

If you see me trembling ‘cos you’re near
Please come closer, it’s not you I fear
Find me, touch me, never let me go
Darlin’, I’m so cold, hold me
If you hear me cryin’ in my sleep
Kiss me gently, hold me while I weep
Find me, touch me, never let me go
Find me, reach me, feel what I can’t show
Darlin’, I’m so cold, hold me
Because you’re near me now
I’m so much braver now
No longer lost somehow with you with me
If you feel me pushin’ you away
That’s me simply beggin’ you to stay
Find me, touch me, never let me go
Find me, reach me, feel what I can’t show
Find me, love me, God I love you  so
Darlin’, I’m so cold, hold me


Its the end of the world….

I have always fancied that the end of the world will be when some enormous boiler, heated to three thousand millions of atmospheric pressure, shall explode and blow up the globe. … The Americans are great boilermakers.

Rose Tyler: Is that why we’re here? – I mean, is that what you do? Jump in at the last minute and save the Earth?
The Doctor: I’m not saving it. Time’s up.
Rose Tyler: But what about the people?
The Doctor: It’s empty. They’ve all gone. No one left.
Rose Tyler: [silent; looks at the Earth] Just me then.
The Steward: Who the hell are you?

(from Doctor Who )

The world is very different now. For man holds in his mortal hands the power to abolish all forms of human poverty and all forms of human life.

John F. Kennedy


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Eurovision and the Moldavian smurfs…

Well watched Eurovision yesterday and it was mostly crap to me this year…but when I saw the moldovian entry I did have a good laugh… I am sorry to moldovians but the entry reminded me of the beastie boys and the smurfs 🙂

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La Luna…

DEFEATED BY LOVE

The sky was lit
by the splendor of the moon
So powerful
I fell to the ground

Your love
has made me sure

I am ready to forsake
this worldly life
and surrender to the magnificence
of your Being

– Rumi –

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Shotgun blues…

I got the shotgun blues
Shotgun blues
I said I don’t know what I did
But I know I gotta move
I got the shotgun blues
Shotgun blues
I can’t wait here forever
I got too much here to lose

An now you’re blowin’ smoke
I think you’re one big joke
Me…I gotta lot to learn
An I’m still waitin’ for the heads to turn
You say I walk a line
Fuck they move it every time
You walk a mile in my shoes
And then you tell me ’bout singin’ the blues
You get what you pay for
An freedom’s real high priced
An while your rippin’ off children
Somebody’s fuckin’ your wife
It’s never made a difference
It’s only how you survive

I got the shotgun blues
Shotgun blues
I said I don’t know what I did
But I know I gotta move
I got the shotgun blues
Shotgun blues
I can’t wait here forever
I got too much here to lose
An now you ask me why
I said it’s do or die
I’ll stick it right in your face
And then I’ll put you
In your motherfuckin’ place
And you…you can suck my ass
An I think it’s so low class
Me…I’m just so concerned
I’m still waitin’ for your ass to burn
Ooooh you want a confrontation
I’ll give you every fuckin’ chance
With your verbal masturbation
Me…I just like to dance
How’s that for provocation
I’m just makin’ a stance
An I’m tired of the frustration
Of livin’ inside of your lies
And I’m wired on indignation
I said somebody’s got to die

I got the shotgun blues
Shotgun blues
I said I don’t know what I did
But I know I gotta move
I got the shotgun blues
Shotgun blues
I can’t stay here forever
I got too much here to lose
I got the shotgun blues
Shotgun blues
Listen motherfucker
You’re about to pay your dues
I got the shotgun blues
Shotgun blues
If you’re goin’ up against me
Then you know you’re gonna lose
I know
I know (there’s ways – that we – can find)
I know
I know
You think anyone with an I.Q. over fifteen
Would believe your shit…fuckhead
Nothin’ but a fuckin’ pussy


Heroes…

I, I wish you could swim
Like the dolphins
Like dolphins can swim

Though nothing, nothing will keep us together
We can beat them, forever and ever
Oh, we can be heroes just for one day

I, I will be King
And you, you will be Queen
Though nothing will drive them away
We can be heroes just for one day
We can be us just for one day

I, I can remember

(I remember)
Standing by the wall
(By the wall)
And the guns, shot above our heads
(Over our heads)
And we kissed, as though nothing could fall
(Nothing could fall)

And the shame, was on the other side
Oh, we can beat them, forever and ever
Then we could be heroes just for one day

We can be heroes
We can be heroes
We can be heroes just for one day
We can be heroes

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Beating heart…

Honey lover

you are the soothing hum
the grass stains on my jeans
the summer in my hair
the color in my cheeks
you are the the constant wave
beating against my heart
the warm honey on my lips
the paint on my nails
you are the perfect dance
and a moonlit ride
the sticky vanilla cream
you are the flower in my palm
the reason I smile
the chills down my spine
you are more than you’ll ever know
you are the love of my life

Rachel Strowbridge


Above animation by me

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Rocking Roll Highschool…

“Rock N Roll High School”

Well I don’t care about history
Rock, rock, rock’n’roll high school
‘Cause that’s not where I wanna be
Rock, rock, rock’n’roll high school
I just wanna have some kicks
I just wanna get some chicks
Rock, rock, rock, rock, rock’n’roll high school

Well the girls out there knock me out, you know
Rock, rock, rock’n’roll high school
Cruisin’ around in my GTO
Rock, rock, rock’n’roll high school
I hate the teachers and the principal
Don’t wanna be taught to be no fool
Rock, rock, rock, rock, rock’n’roll high school

Fun fun rock’n’roll high school
Fun fun rock’n’roll high school
Fun fun rock’n’roll high school
Fun fun, oh baby


Dancing with my self…

“Dancing With Myself”

On the floor of Tokyo
Or down in London town to go, go
With the record selection
And the mirror’s reflection
I’m dancing with myself

When there’s no-one else in sight
In the crowded lonely night
Well I wait so long
For my love vibration
And I’m dancing with myself

Oh dancing with myself
Oh dancing with myself
Well there’s nothing to lose
And there’s nothing to prove
I’ll be dancing with myself

If I looked all over the world
And there’s every type of girl
But your empty eyes
Seem to pass me by
Leave me dancing with myself

So let’s sink another drink
‘Cause it’ll give me time to think
If I had the chance
I’d ask the world to dance
And I’ll be dancing with myself

Oh dancing with myself
Oh dancing with myself
Well there’s nothing to lose
And there’s nothing to prove
I’ll be dancing with myself

If I looked all over the world
And there’s every type of girl
But your empty eyes
Seem to pass me by
Leave me dancing with myself

So let’s sink another drink
‘Cause it’ll give me time to think
If I had the chance
I’d ask the world to dance
And I’ll be dancing with myself

Oh dancing with myself
Oh dancing with myself
If I had the chance
I’d ask the world to dance
If I had the chance
I’d ask the world to dance
If I had the chance
I’d ask the world to dance

[Scat]

Dancing with myself
Dancing with myself
Dancing with myself
Dancing with myself

If I looked all over the world
And there’s every type of girl
But your empty eyes
Seem to pass me by
Leave me dancing with myself

So let’s sink another drink
‘Cause it’ll give me time to think
If I had the chance
I’d ask the world to dance
And I’ll be dancing with myself

Oh dancing with myself
Oh dancing with myself
If I had the chance
I’d ask the world to dance
If I had the chance
I’d ask the world to dance
If I had the chance
I’d ask the world to dance


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Passenger…

I am the passenger
And I ride and I ride
I ride through the city’s backsides
I see the stars come out of the sky
Yeah, they’re bright in a hollow sky
You know it looks so good tonight
I am the passenger
I stay under glass
I look through my window so bright
I see the stars come out tonight
I see the bright and hollow sky
Over the city’s a rip in the sky
And everything looks good tonight
Singin’ la la la la lalalala…
Get into the car
We’ll be the passenger
We’ll ride through the city tonight
We’ll See the city’s ripped backsides
We’ll see the bright and hollow sky
We’ll see the stars that shine so bright
The sky was made for us tonight
Oh the passenger
How how he rides
Oh the passenger
He rides and he rides
He looks through his window
What does he see?
He sees the stars and hollow sky
He see the stars come out tonight
He sees the city’s ripped backsides
He sees the winding ocean drive
And everything was made for you and me
All of it was made for you and me
’cause it just belongs to you and me
So let’s take a ride and see what’s mine
Singing… la la la la lalalala…
Oh, the passenger
He rides and he rides
He sees things from under glass
He looks through his window’s eye
He sees the things he knows are his
He sees the bright and hollow sky
He sees the city asleep at night
He sees the stars are out tonight
And all of it is yours and mine
And all of it is yours and mine
So let’s ride and ride and ride and ride…
Singing… la la la la lalalala…


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Just beautiful…..

A Film By Eli McFadden & Casey Brooks

Originally aired as the opening film for Nashville Fashion Week 2011



Wood that works….

I just found this site of the artist  David C.RoyAmazing spring powered moving sculptures !


The one below could be my favourite… Art, movement and music all together 🙂


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Under pressure….

Mm ba ba de
Um bum ba de
Um bu bu bum da de
Pressure pushing down on me
Pressing down on you no man ask for
Under pressure – that burns a building down
Splits a family in two
Puts people on streets
Um ba ba be
Um ba ba be
De day da
Ee day da – that’s o.k.
It’s the terror of knowing
What the world is about
Watching some good friends
Screaming ‘Let me out’
Pray tomorrow – gets me higher
Pressure on people – people on streets
Day day de mm hm
Da da da ba ba
O.k.
Chippin’ around – kick my brains around the floor
These are the days it never rains but it pours
Ee do ba be
Ee da ba ba ba
Um bo bo
Be lap
People on streets – ee da de da de
People on streets – ee da de da de da de da
It’s the terror of knowing
What this world is about
Watching some good friends
Screaming ‘Let me out’
Pray tomorrow – gets me higher high high
Pressure on people – people on streets
Turned away from it all like a blind man
Sat on a fence but it don’t work
Keep coming up with love
but it’s so slashed and torn
Why – why – why ?
Love love love love love
Insanity laughs under pressure we’re cracking
Can’t we give ourselves one more chance
Why can’t we give love that one more chance
Why can’t we give love give love give love give love
give love give love give love give love give love
‘Cause love’s such an old fashioned word
And love dares you to care for
The people on the edge of the night
And loves dares you to change our way of
Caring about ourselves
This is our last dance
This is our last dance
This is ourselves
Under pressure
Under pressure
Pressure

 

 


KURU….

Sorry no recipes today....

If you find your self suffering from the folllowing symptoms … I highly recommend that you go see your doctor , but if you are not in the habit of eating human brains you can discard this warning and just read en enjoy the following… 🙂

p.s. Just be aware that if you have been eating human brains the incubation period can be 5-20 years-

Symptoms of KURU include:

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Arm and leg pain
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Coordination problems that become severe
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Difficulty walking (cerebellar ataxia)
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Headache
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Swallowing difficulty
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Tremors and muscle jerks (myoclonus)

 

 

More information can be found here


A walk in the park…

A walk today in Parcul Pantelimon , Bucharest , Romania….


Full view here

FIREBUGS……

Dead stray dog in the lake…

All above photos by me and see them in full view here


Eire…

Today is St.Patrick’s Day..

ABOUT SAINT PATRICK Many folk ask the question ‘Why is the Shamrock the National Flower of Ireland ?’ The reason is that St. Patrick used it to explain the Holy Trinity to the pagans. Saint Patrick is believed to have been born in the late fourth century, and is often confused with Palladius, a bishop who was sent by Pope Celestine in 431 to be the first bishop to the Irish believers in Christ.

Saint Patrick was the patron saint and national apostle of Ireland who is credited with bringing christianity to Ireland. Most of what is known about him comes from his two works, the Confessio, a spiritual autobiography, and his Epistola, a denunciation of British mistreatment of Irish christians. Saint Patrick described himself as a “most humble-minded man, pouring forth a continuous paean of thanks to his Maker for having chosen him as the instrument whereby multitudes who had worshipped idols and unclean things had become the people of God.”

Saint Patrick is most known for driving the snakes from Ireland. It is true there are no snakes in Ireland, but there probably never have been – the island was separated from the rest of the continent at the end of the Ice Age. As in many old pagan religions, serpent symbols were common and often worshipped. Driving the snakes from Ireland was probably symbolic of putting an end to that pagan practice. While not the first to bring christianity to Ireland, it is Patrick who is said to have encountered the Druids at Tara and abolished their pagan rites. The story holds that he converted the warrior chiefs and princes, baptizing them and thousands of their subjects in the “Holy Wells” that still bear this name.

There are several accounts of Saint Patrick’s death. One says that Patrick died at Saul, Downpatrick, Ireland, on March 17, 460 A.D. His jawbone was preserved in a silver shrine and was often requested in times of childbirth, epileptic fits, and as a preservative against the “evil eye.” Another account says that St. Patrick ended his days at Glastonbury, England and was buried there. The Chapel of St. Patrick still exists as part of Glastonbury Abbey. Today, many Catholic places of worship all around the world are named after St. Patrick, including cathedrals in New York and Dublin city

Why Saint Patrick’s Day?
Saint Patrick’s Day has come to be associated with everything Irish: anything green and gold, shamrocks and luck. Most importantly, to those who celebrate its intended meaning, St. Patrick’s Day is a traditional day for spiritual renewal and offering prayers for missionaries worldwide.

So, why is it celebrated on March 17th? One theory is that that is the day that St. Patrick died. Since the holiday began in Ireland, it is believed that as the Irish spread out around the world, they took with them their history and celebrations. The biggest observance of all is, of course, in Ireland. With the exception of restaurants and pubs, almost all businesses close on March 17th. Being a religious holiday as well, many Irish attend mass, where March 17th is the traditional day for offering prayers for missionaries worldwide before the serious celebrating begins.

I lived in Ireland for about ten tears and had great celebrations there ..ai…me head.. 🙂


This is a tattoo on my forearm…A celtic snake…designed by a tattoo artist in Ennis,County Clare. 🙂

May the road rise to meet you.
May the wind be always at your back.
May the sun shine warm upon your face.
And rains fall soft upon your fields.
And until we meet again,
May God hold you in the hollow of His hand.

May you live as long as you want,
And never want as long as you live.

Always remember to forget
The things that made you sad.
But never forget to remember
The things that made you glad.

Always remember to forget
The friends that proved untrue.
But never forget to remember
Those that have stuck by you.

Always remember to forget
The troubles that passed away.
But never forget to remember
The blessings that come each day.

May the saddest day of your future be no worse
Than the happiest day of your past.

May the roof above us never fall in.
And may the friends gathered below it never fall out.

May you have warm words on a cold evening,
A full moon on a dark night,
And the road downhill all the way to your door.

May there be a generation of children
On the children of your children.

May you live to be a hundred years,
With one extra year to repent!

May the Lord keep you in His hand
And never close His fist too tight.

May your neighbors respect you,
Trouble neglect you,
The angels protect you,
And heaven accept you.

May the Irish hills caress you.
May her lakes and rivers bless you.
May the luck of the Irish enfold you.
May the blessings of Saint Patrick behold you.

May your pockets be heavy and your heart be light,
May good luck pursue you each morning and night.

Walls for the wind,
And a roof for the rain,
And drinks beside the fire –
Laughter to cheer you
And those you love near you,
And all that your heart may desire!

May God grant you many years to live,
For sure He must be knowing
The earth has angels all too few
And heaven is overflowing.

May peace and plenty be the first
To lift the latch to your door,
And happiness be guided to your home
By the candle of Christmas.

May you always have work for your hands to do.
May your pockets hold always a coin or two.
May the sun shine bright on your windowpane.
May the rainbow be certain to follow each rain.
May the hand of a friend always be near you.
And may God fill your heart with gladness to cheer you.


The above photos are by me and can be found in my Ireland gallery here

 

Now here is an old drinking song we used to sing in the pubs…not only today the 17th

(also when a brit came in )  🙂

And these are for some old friends..


Screwed up….

Screwed up eyes in your screwed up head

I bet you don’t know what I just said

Your so Screwed Up- Everybody knows your so Screwed Up

Screwed up in the road and your Screwed Up in the street

You think my eyes are painted on you think I can’t see

Your so Screwed Up- Everybody knows your so Screwed Up

Is what I’m seeing really real

Or just reflections of the way I feel

Your so Screwed Up- Don’t you know I feel so Screwed up

Can this really be happening to me

Turn out the light I don’t wanna see you screwed Up