Politics

Travelling Around Tennessee

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by Cotty Chubb

downtown_jackson.jpg When I was travelling around in my twenties, photographing what I saw, sometimes for a reason and sometimes only with an excuse, mostly in the American South, Noel E. Parmentel used to tell me who to stay with. Noel was from Algiers, Louisiana, though he liked to say he was from New Orleans, and he knew everyone from Joan Didion (she or John dedicated a book to him but that was before they had a fight and Noel vowed to piss on her grave,the first time I ever heard that phrase) to the widow of Big Hodding Carter, who'd been brave in Mississippi in ways and times you might not be able to imagine, from Norman Mailer to Gwen & Kent Gardner.

Super Tempeh Tuesday - CO

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by Lisa Demberg

fort_collins.jpgI wish I could say my priorities are straight at this point in my life. I thought they were when I recently cashed out of  Hollywood and moved to a smaller, simpler existence in Fort Collins, Colorado so my daughter could be closer to our family.

Among the multitude of things I had on my endless “to do” list once we arrived, was to register as a democrat so my vote would count in what was clearly looking like a history-making primary.  But, if I am truly honest, what consumed me way more than politics or extended family time was where to get my roots done to my exacting standard.  After all, I had exactly one month before I would look scary, but several months to register, and the rest of our lives to spend family time.  

A Rain That Never Ends

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by Robert Keats

clip_image002.jpgAfter another roadside bombing in Iraq, CEXC responded to the call.

CEXC (pronounced “sexy”), the Combined Explosive Exploitation Cell, is comprised of approximately forty men and women, ten of whom are part of response teams, broken down into two teams of five, consisting of Federal law enforcement agents, branches of the military and members of the coalition.

One of the men in the unit was Special Agent Mitchell Wido, a 20-year veteran with the Bureau of Alcohol, Tobacco, Firearms and Explosives.

“Anytime our phone’s ringing, it’s going to be bad,” said Wido. “Almost all of our calls involved multiple KIAs. We constantly saw death and destruction.”

On this day, it would be no different.

Tater Tot Politics - ND

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by Carla Christofferson & Kathy Goodman

northdakota.jpg Tolna, North Dakota ­ a town of 240 people.  Spending time there during the centennial of the town reminded me of the essential nature of the state, which permeates the life, the politics, and the cuisine. 

The entire weekend consisted of food that started in the freezer and beer ­ seriously, nothing says North Dakota like a cooler full of Busch Lite in the back of the pickup in the parking lot of the demolition derby – except maybe if the beer is coupled with a Red Baron pizza.

A Presidential Cookie

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by Amy Ephron

cookies_plate.jpg I have a theory that in order to be First Lady you have to have a cookie recipe.

Martha Washington had a cookie recipe:  jumbals.  (Jumbals have fallen out of fashion but they’re a little like a pretzel made out of biscuit dough.) 

Mary Lincoln had a cookie recipe:  gingerbread men, which is exactly what you would expect, if you were “writing a cookie recipe” for Mary Lincoln.

Jackie Kennedy didn’t exactly have a cookie recipe, she had a peanut brittle recipe (and, also, quite a good recipe for creme brulee) but she was Jackie Kennedy and it was the ‘60s and if you wanted a cookie really badly, peanut brittle might do the trick.

Pat Nixon did not have a cookie recipe.  She had a brownie recipe and further to my theory, he had to resign. 

The Boston Beat - MA

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by Amy Spies

harvard.jpgWhen I strolled recently in Harvard Yard with my daughter Paris, she reminded me that these ivy- covered brick buildings were not only where she had bunked as a freshman, but also where the American Revolutionary War troops had slept before there were polls or primaries, or even elections, or even American Presidents.  I feel the political history when I’m in Cambridge.  

Giving To Candidates = Clapping For The Fairies

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by E. A. Hanks

From the Huffington Post

Primary season is upon us, and if you were trying to keep out of it until there were only two people running for president, then you've recently realized that that just isn't in the cards. Democrats! Republicans! Bloomberg?

election_2008.jpg You can't escape from any of them on MSNBC or CNN, and if you live in a primary state that counts, then you can't even escape from them on your doorstep. New Hampshire residents are still recovering from candidates handing them their morning paper. Would you like to open your door and find Rudy Giuliani standing there? "Good morning! 9/11!"

South Carolina, Nevada, Super Tuesday... It's like a Dave Matthews Band Tour, but the roadies are wearing Bluetooth ear things, and I care about it. Election is in the air, and it's on people's tongues. (War, what war? Didn't you hear what Obama said? The gloves are coming off!)

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Premonitions

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by Megan Feldman

From the Dallas Observer 

soldiers.jpg "Stacey, what do you see?" Sergeant Jonathan Markham asked his wife.

He stopped the white Volvo. It was a sunny December day in 2006, and they'd been driving through Burleson as he prepared to finish his second Iraq tour after two weeks of leave. Stacey looked out the window at the clear sky and leafless trees. A petite brunette with dimpled cheeks and a soft girlish voice, she said nothing. Her eyes welled with tears.

The couple called them her premonitions. In the two years since Jonathan had strewn rose petals on her snow-covered doorstep and given her a ring engraved with the words, "True love waits," he had come to accept the images that occasionally popped into his wife's mind.

At first he teased her and said she was nuts. But then, before she became pregnant and they moved in together, she described to him the apartment where she would give birth to their son, and she turned out to be right. Devout Christians, they put stock in the visions and considered them to be God-given. Yet she refused to tell him about one image—a casket draped with an American flag.

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Super Tuesday Soup - MN

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by Sue Doeden

statefaircrowd.jpgWith a state fair that has long been dubbed “The Great Minnesota Get-Together,” it should be no surprise that even on the most frigid days of winter, Minnesotans love to get together. And they love to gather with food.

These days, you may find friends discussing politics over a plate of Minnesota hotdish or Scandinavian meatballs and mashed potatoes as they debate over their presidential preferences in a small diner in downtown Bemidji called Minnesota Nice.

In a Minneapolis suburb, there’s a good chance you’ll find a table of women enjoying gigantic caramel rolls and cups of hot coffee at Good Day Café. Their conversation may include a debate on whether or not Al Franken really is serious about fighting for Minnesota families.

Palm Beach Election Strategy

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by Nancy Ellison

sh0605_key_lime_martini_e.jpgElection anxiety? Key Lime Martinis and Go With the Flow Curry should alleviate the stress.

(So, the Palm Beach Police just discovered a dead body in the closet of one of our Palm Beach landmark mansions!  He was the 1936 Hide and Seek Champion… Very funny, very funny)

Everyone in Palm Beach likes to talk about the candidates, but no one wants to talk about voting, for hanging chads and other ridiculous screw-ups are still an open wound to the once proud community. What to do…

 

restaurant news

Estelle's Southern Cuisine
Boston
by Kitty Kaufman

estellesWe're on for a Saturday night special at Estelle's on Tremont St at the corner of Mass Ave. It's been a year since they took over this corner: Brian Poe, of Poe's Kitchen at the Rattlesnake,...

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Church and State
Los Angeles
by Jo Stougaard

churchstateescargots.jpgChef Walter Manzke’s smile is infectious. Wait, maybe I shouldn’t say “infectious” since we’re in the middle of the H1N1 Flu scare (I refuse to call it the OTHER name because I love my bacon).

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Cafe Orlin
New York
by Lisa Locascio

1cafeorlin.jpgThere are many foods I will not miss about New York City: street cart hot dogs dressed in a syrupy mess called “onions,” over-priced dry pasta from ancient red sauce joints in Little Italy, the...

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Thelonious Monkfish
Boston
by Kitty Kaufman

monkfish 1As I walk to where I'm meeting a friend in Cambridge at Thelonious Monkfish, I pass three places with sidewalk seating. I must sit outside today. I have café envy. Sadly, no one is sitting outside...

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