published on multi-generational households in a pandemic
hung outside. been seeing my life less linearly as of late
will under no circumstances eat a fish that's encountered a microwave
cut the cheese
Best halloumi grill meze
-Cut pita bread into quarters
-Inside each quarter put a slice of halloumi and tomato
-Grill
-Enjoy deliciousness
(You must have had this in Cyprus, any restaurant would have this as a standard starter)
Omelette with grated halloumi
-Mix 2 eggs with a quarter of halloumi grated
-Mix in 1 teaspoon of dried mint
-Cook as omelette
-this portion serves 1
When eating halloumi with watermelon, eat it cold, no grilling
-Cut pita bread into quarters
-Inside each quarter put a slice of halloumi and tomato
-Grill
-Enjoy deliciousness
(You must have had this in Cyprus, any restaurant would have this as a standard starter)
Omelette with grated halloumi
-Mix 2 eggs with a quarter of halloumi grated
-Mix in 1 teaspoon of dried mint
-Cook as omelette
-this portion serves 1
When eating halloumi with watermelon, eat it cold, no grilling
read evangeline by henry wadsworth longfellow. latin new scotland up the mississippi then a right turn to philadelphia
the fate of the acadians hinged on international rivalry, and they were little more than pawns in the game
dwelt in the love of god and of man. alike were they free from
fear, that reigns with the tyrant, and envy, the vice of republics.
neither locks had they to their doors, nor bars to their windows;
but their dwellings were open as day and the hearts of the owners;
their richest was poor, and the poorest lived in abundance
under the orchard-trees and down the path to the meadows;
old folk and young together, and children mingled among them.
fairest of all the maids was evangeline, benedict's daughter!
noblest of all the youths was gabriel, son of the blacksmith!
they who dwell there have named it the eden of louisiana
still stands the forests primeval; but far away from its shadow,
side by side, in their nameless graves, the lovers are sleeping.
under the humble walls of the little catholic church yard,
in the heart of the city, they lie, unknown and unnoticed.
daily the tides of life go ebbing and flowing beside them,
thousands of throbbing hearts, where theirs are at rest and forever,
thousands of aching brains, where theirs no longer are busy,
thousands of toiling hands, where theirs have ceased from their labours,
thousands of weary feet, where their have completed their journey!
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