Ingredients
2 1/2 pounds ground beef
1 medium red onion, chopped and divided
5 cloves garlic, minced
3 large ribs of celery, diced
1/4 cup pickled jalapeno slices
6 ounce can tomato paste
14.5 ounce can tomatoes and green chilies
14.5 ounce can stewed tomato
2 tablespoons Worcestershire sauce or Coconut Aminos
4 tablespoons chili powder (I use this brand)
2 tablespoons cumin, mounded
2 teaspoons sea salt
1 teaspoon garlic powder
1 teaspoon onion powder
1 teaspoon oregano
1 teaspoon black pepper
1/2 teaspoon cayenne
1 bay leaf
Instructions
Heat slow cooker on low setting.
In a large skillet over medium-high heat, add ground beef, half of the onions, 2 Tbs. minced garlic, and salt and pepper. Once the beef is browned, drain excess grease from pan.
Transfer ground beef mixture to slow cooker. Add remaining onions, garlic, celery, jalapenos, tomato paste, tomatoes and chilies (with liquid), stewed tomatoes (with liquid), Worcestershire sauce, chili powder, cumin, salt, cayenne, garlic powder, onion powder, oregano, black pepper, and bay leaf.
Stir until all ingredients are well combined. Cook on low 6-8 hours.
Notes
Per Serving: 1 Cup | Calories: 137 | Fat: 5g | Protein: 16g | Net Carbs: 4.7g
Here are the rules:
Come up with as many quips, idioms, and weird sayings as you can think of. Comb your (or someone’s) memory or the Internet for old or new; or, make up your own!
Weave them into any kind of story – fiction, non-fiction, humorous, serious, thoughtful, or fluff – to post on your blog.
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A penny for your thought, or make a long story short? Seems like a piece of cake, right? Well, maybe not.
Henry’s teacher was asking the class to write about their feelings on the Holidays, or at least something pertaining to the holidays. Henry was struggling on what or how to go about writing. He was basically, sitting on the fence and did not want to decided.
For Henry, Holidays were not that great. He had thought of putting the wool over someone’s eyes and making a story of the best Holiday ever but he was not sure if he could get away with it. Because he had never really enjoyed the Holidays, since his mom passed away on Thanksgiving day, he was certain that he could not even “milk it” for one second. His hurt had been so deep that his “heart-felt like it would burst” Perhaps the teacher would give him the benefit of a doubt, but he was afraid to risk it.
As Henry walked home he tried desperately to think of a way to get out of doing that Holiday paper. It was possible that whoever read what he wrote would also be able to READ him to fifth degree. He was not going to be able to fool anyone it appeared so he might as well “hop to it”. He was simply going to shoot for the stars. After all what else could he loose. He had done lost his mother, the one person who meant the world to him. Perhaps, it wasn’t bad to write a paper that might honor that, honor her memory in his own He was going to write and write his paper as sickening, as he could!
When Henry arrived home, he sat down at his desk and started to remember all the things about his mother that he loved. He let himself remember all the holidays when she and him were together. It is like the words just started to flow onto the paper. When he paused, he noticed he had written the most he had ever wrote, he had three whole pages. He asked his brother to look over his paper and proofread it. He then packed it into his notebook, proud of his accomplishment.
The next day at school when others were being asked to go to the front of the class and read off their papers, he volunteered which was a total shock to his teacher. She nodded at him with a rather wide smile as he approached the front. His paper’s title was. “Holidays My Mom Gave Me”. He read all three pages and when he was finished you could hear pin drop. Henry was about to take his seat when the children started clapping and some of the children were wiping tears away from their eyes. It was great. Henry had never been so proud of himself in all his life. He knew his mother was too.
After all Holidays are more than trimmings and things under the tree, they are about those we love and care about and what that means.
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Ingredients
4 cups shredded cooked chicken
2 large cucumbers, chopped
2 scallions, chopped
2 tablespoons capers
1 pint cherry tomatoes, halved
1/2 cup plain yogurt
1/2 cup crumbled feta
1 teaspoon oregano
Fresh ground black pepper
1/2 cup chopped parsley
Pita bread (you could also use naan bread)
Instructions
Combine chicken, cucumbers, scallions, capers and tomatoes in bowl.
Mix up feta and yogurt — you can do this by hand if you like chunkier dressing or in a food processor if you like it smooth. Mix in the oregano.
Pour dressing over chicken mixture and stir just to coat. Sprinkle with pepper and parsley and serve with pita bread.
Everything in our lives go back to another person or place or thought, I love this song!
Waking up to kiss you and nobody’s there
The smell of your perfume still stuck in the air
It’s hard
Yesterday I thought I saw your shadow running round
It’s funny how things never change in this old town
So far from the stars
And I want to tell you everything
The words I never got to say the first time around
And I remember everything
From when we were the children playing in this fairground
Wish I was there with you now
If the whole world was watching I’d still dance with you
Drive highways and byways to be there with you
Over and over the only truth
Everything comes back to you
I saw that you moved on with someone new
In the pub that we met he’s got his arms around you
It’s so hard
So hard
And I want to tell you everything
The words I never got to say the first time around
And I remember everything
From when we were the children playing in this fairground
Wish I was there with you now
As if the whole world was watching I’d still dance with you
Drive highways and byways to be there with you
Over and over the only truth
Everything comes back to you
You still make me nervous when you walk in the room
Them butterflies they come alive when I’m next to you
Over and over the only truth
Everything comes back to you
And I know that it’s wrong
That I can’t move on
But there’s something about you
If the whole world was watching I’d still dance with you
Drive highways and byways to be there with you
Over and over the only truth
Everything comes back to you
You still make me nervous when you walk in the room
Them butterflies they come alive when I’m next to you
Over and over the only truth
Everything comes back to you
Everything comes back to you
This was revealed in 2012, when Hitler’s medical documents were being auctioned to the public by Alexander Historical Auctions. According to the files, flatulence had become so pervasive of an issue that he had to regularly ingest 28 different drugs to keep his reputation “squeaky” clean.
A stunted libido, uncontrollable flatulence and an addiction to cocaine are a few of Adolf Hitler’s apparent health problems, as revealed by medical documents now up for auction at Alexander Historical Auctions in Stamford, Conn., according to the New York Daily News.
The embarrassing health problems — particularly Hitler’s “uncontrollable flatulence” — are a humorous reminder that history’s most despised and feared dictators are still human.
According to the medical records, which were commissioned by the U.S. military, Hitler regularly took up to 28 different drugs to attempt to restrain his farting. This included pills containing strychnine, a poison, “which probably explains his stomach pains,” said Bill Panagopoulos, president of Alexander Autographs.
The reports also show that der Führer required occasional “cleansing enemas,” which were activated using chamomile plants. Chamomile is a daisy-like plant that is also known for its ability to aid sleep and reduce stress. No doubt the high-strung dictator found some benefit in the plant’s psychological treatments too.
Speaking of being high-strung, the reports also indicate that Hitler was a full-blown cocaine addict — which may be less surprising to anyone who has listened to any of his agitated speeches. He apparently originally snorted the powered stuff as a treatment for blocked sinuses and to soothe a sore throat, but the reports indicate that his dosage had to be lowered after the dictator began to crave it.
Perhaps the most bizarre revelation to come out of the medical reports, however, is what Hitler took to revive his stunted libido: injections of bull semen. That’s right, der Führer was, on at least one occasion, loaded up with “extracts” from the seminal vesicles, testis and prostate of virile young bulls.
Disgusting? Yes. But did it work? If the fact that Hitler slept in a separate bed from his lifelong companion, Eva Braun, is any indication, probably not. At the very least, it’s another strange chapter in the life of one of history’s most hated madmen.
In all, the medical records are contained in 225 detailed pages and were written by seven of Hitler’s chief physicians. The full catalogues from the Alexander Historical Auctions can be found here and here. They also include X-ray copies of Hitler’s skull and sketches of the inside of his nose. Bidding for the documents will be completed this week, and the documents are expected to sell for as much as $2,000.
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