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By: OCsue on March 7th, 2014
(March 7, 2014) The ideology of culinary “perfection” has been debated and conclusion becomes a theme of elusion. If one argues that precision is plausible, then many factors must be considered. Even the simplest recipe must be deconstructed at every level to reach the state of excellence. On that note, banana bread is up for discussion.
Before we get started, a common misconception must be cleared up. A banana is not a fruit. Bananas are regarded as an herbaceous plant because they grow on very large vines as opposed to trees and do not contain any true woody tissue. A banana is technically an herb. If one would like to take it one step further, a banana is the world’s largest herb.
Banana bread is simple to make. Delectable banana bread is a different story. As bananas ripen, starch converts to sugar at an exponential rate. Heavily speckled bananas have a lot more fructose than lightly speckled bananas; the sweeter version is the preferred choice.
The next issue at hand is the actual concentration of banana flavor. Too many bananas will make the bread too moist and heavy. Crushed banana chips are a possible option, but I decided against the chips because they are made from under-ripe…
By: OCsue on February 28th, 2014
(Feb. 28, 2014) The fury of the wind is not particular and whatever is in the path must heed respect. Meteorologists try to predict the wrath of the swirling, blustery weather but experience has taught me that a “given” must not be assumed.
Most would desire the comforts of home but the blustery, chilly beach is beckoning my presence.
The desolate seashore is a stranger; emptiness looms for infinite miles. Having a conversation with myself is not to be frowned on, the emergence of the mind is contingent upon the cognitive process.
The pure white sand becomes a mirage; in an instant the past becomes the present. The rumble of the roller coaster and frantic screams are in the distant background. The old wood structure is a reminder generations have come and gone. Leaving one’s footprints in the sand is not an easy feat but perseverance is a beginning.
My senses are alive; trepidation has me trembling. Memories are twirling like the gusty, ocean air.
Children walking hand in hand with their parents is a miraculous picture. Little do the tiny one’s know that some day they will take the upper hand.
Creamy ice cream, buttery popcorn, and crispy French fries are just a minute portion of …