Volume I, Edition 3     November 15, 2007

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Table of Contents

Letter From The Editor

Your Tradition or Mine?

Vienna in Autumn

Home for the Holidays: Military Style

Cookbook Recommendations

National Animal Shelter Awareness Week

Writing: Remember What Your Mama Taught You

Holiday Stress: A Guide To Keeping Your Cool

Fried Turkey: It's What's for Dinner

Norman Rockwell got it all Wrong

Groovy Love: Woodstock Lives On

Tommy Turkey Treats

Sweet Mystery

Grandad's Country Ham

Sexercise 101

Household Tips

Fiction: The Seeker

 

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Fried Turkey, It’s what’s for Dinner!

J.C. Wilder

 

   Let me just say, I loves me some turkey! The moment a big, juicy, perfectly roasted bird is pulled from the oven, I’m the first one to start picking at the crispy skin. Just thinking about turkey hot from the oven is enough to make me swoon.

   Then I tried a deep-fried turkey and I almost passed out with sheer pleasure. I’m shameless, I’ll eat pretty much anything that has been deep fried.

   In researching the origins of fried turkey, I was unable to find out where the tradition began. Many websites attributed this orgasmic feast to the Cajuns, and seeing that the first time I experienced this eighth wonder of the world I was in the heart of Cajun country, I’m going to go with that. They are the creators of so many wonderful foods that I’m more than willing to give the credit to them.

(Pass the turkey, Please!)


Norman Rockwell Got It All Wrong

Ciar Cullen

 

   Every family has memories, traditions, and those holidays you might want to forget. Whether it’s now just the two of you, or you celebrate Thanksgiving (or any holiday in fact) with friends, visit a house straight out of a Martha Stewart magazine spread, or volunteer at the soup-kitchen, you no doubt have Thanksgiving memories if you live in North America. They can be blessed, bittersweet, or downright disastrous.    

   The first Thanksgiving I remember must have been about 1960 or so, when I was a toddler. My grandparents hated one another. That is, my maternal grandmother (Irish) and my paternal grandfather (German). The ethnicities counted in those days, trust me. My poor mom did all she could to separate them, but at dinnertime there was no getting around it—they’d be within spitting distance. After an hour or so of verbal daggers whizzing by the bird and various side dishes across the table, my proper Victorian grandmother had enough. She stood, took off her lace gloves, and flung a drumstick at my grandfather. All hell broke loose, and my mother ran upstairs in tears.

(More, More!)

Groovy Love: Woodstock Lives on

Allie Boniface

 

   Let’s talk Woodstock, 1969.

   The very name conjures up images of mud, crowds, hedonism, great music, and one of the most indulgent parties the country had ever seen. Maybe you’re old enough to remember it.  Maybe you were lucky enough to be there!  Times have changed, of course.  Musical artists, politicians, and protesters have come and gone.  But though nearly forty years have passed since The Who and Joan Baez rocked a New York pasture, that feeling of peaceful, groovy lovin’ is back, in the small town where it all began.

   Today, Bethel Woods Center for the Arts, an open-air concert arena, sits on the original Woodstock grounds.  Set in farm-dotted hills one hundred miles north of New York City, it is a gorgeous testament to the original event that changed music history.  I went to my first concert there last summer, and it won’t be my last!

(Bring on the love, man)


Tommy Turkey Treats

Lorelei James

 

   Lorelei James here ~ Remember last month when I lamented those crafty folks who have way too much time on their hands to can create fun, cute, edible holiday goodies that wow the masses? Well, I confess…I found this recipe from a few years ago and it fits the bill for a “non-crafty” person. It doesn’t take a ton of time, it’s easy, and kids have a blast making them.

(Bring on the sugar, Sugah!)


Sweet Mystery

Carolan Ivey 

 

   You may think that the greatest scientific mystery of Polynesia would be something like the Easter Island statues, or the real origin of the Polynesian peoples. But you’d be wrong.

   All domesticated animals and food plants that now exist on the islands can trace their origins to Southeast Asia. The exception? The one plant that no one can figure out how it got there.

   The sweet potato.

   Try as they might, scientists can’t pin down how the sweet potato (Ipomoea batatas) traveled from South America all the way across the Pacific to the Polynesian islands. Even if it had been purposely carried by wayfaring Polynesians from Peru back home, it’s unlikely, in the vessels they had, that they could have carried enough to both feed them and have any significant amount left over for planting. The mystery lingers to this day.

 

(Taters anyone?)


Granddad's Country Ham

Gia Dawn

 

   My Grandfather loved country ham. The kind that was dried to a shrivel and preserved with so much salt it didn’t need refrigeration.  The kind he used to hang on a hook in the basement for months, scraping off the mold to shave off a sliver at a time.

   Yes, mold. The mark of a true country ham. Greenish gray mold covering the entire surface of the meat. Honestly, if you didn’t know it was edible, you would think it had rotted long before. Ah, but for us Southerners, country ham is a delicacy.

   That’s what I tried telling my husband the first time my Granddad took him down to the basement to show him the prize. I can still see the horror on his face when they returned upstairs with several pieces of the dried out, moldy ham on a plate. Torn between his fear of offending my family and his utter repulsion at the sight of the meat,   he stood like a statue at the kitchen door, not brave enough to come inside, not daring enough to walk away.

(Here, piggy, piggy, piggy)


Sexercise: 101 - How Step Class Can Steam Up Your Sheets

Allie Boniface

 

Fact: Exercise improves your mood.

Exercise stimulates endorphins, those chemicals in the brain that leave you feeling happy and relaxed.

Fact: Exercise combats disease.

Regular exercise can help prevent — or manage — high blood pressure, type 2 diabetes, osteoporosis and certain types of cancer.

Fact: Exercise helps you manage your weight.

When you exercise, you burn calories. The more intensely you exercise, the more calories you burn — and the easier it is to keep your weight under control.

Fact:  Exercise strengthens your heart and lungs.

Exercise delivers oxygen and nutrients to your tissues; actually, it keeps your entire cardiovascular system working efficiently.

Fact: Exercise promotes better sleep.

Regular exercise can help you fall asleep faster and deepen your sleep.  No more tossing and turning at 3 am!

Fact: Exercise can put the spark back into your sex life.

It’s true!  Do you find yourself too tired to have sex? Or feeling too out of shape to enjoy it very much? Well, exercise can energize you, which in turn can have a positive effect on your sex life. It can get those good-mood endorphins firing.  It can also give you a newfound respect for what your body can do: you’ll start looking at those thighs for their ability to walk three miles or power you through an hour of step class.  That positive body image will in turn contribute to greater self-esteem in the bedroom.  Plus, at its basic levels, exercise improves your circulation, which can lead to more energy, more stamina, and more satisfying sex.

(Bring on the endorphins!)

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