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Ad Majorem Annae Gloriam

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hellga
На улице сегодня было +31, а я сидела дома и изводила бумажные носовые платки из расчета один каждые пару минут. Хорошо что я купила упаковку в 300 с лишним штук... А у меня были такие планы на эти выходные... а тут вообще ничего не могу делать. Да еще и дома жарища - кондиционеры еще не включили, сижу с открытыми окнами.

Зато на ужин захотелось фасоли. Но фасоль сама по себе - это неинтересно. А из мяса у меня в холодильнике только сиротливо обреталась куриная грудка. Фасоль получилась вполне удачная, во всяком случае в разы лучше чем в прошлый раз. Пишу чтобы в следующий раз знать (у меня этой пачки еще раза на два, а потом я лучше черную или пинто брать буду):
- полчашки фасоли вымачивать в холодной воде 4 часа
- довести до кипения, кипятить 10 минут, слить воду
- залить свежим кипятком, и готовить на слабом кипении где-то 70-75 минут

А из куриной грудки - что ее с ней одной делать - я сообразила курицу в белом вине. И должна сказать, Гевюрцтраминер на это пошел идеально. Я с разными винами делала, но это мне больше всего понравилось. Всего-то делов - соль, перец, гевюрцтраминер, оливковое масло, курица, и приготовления - 5 минут активных усилий, и всего минут 15 от начала до тарелки.

Так что меню больного, истекающего соплями человека: фасоль с курицей в белом вине, персиковый компот, чай с молоком, кусок батона. Жить все-таки можно.

А вот пить этот Helfrich 'Steinklotz' Gewurztraminer Alsace Grand Cru 2001 года мне как-то не очень. Я Гевюрцтраминер молодой предпочитаю, но уж какой был... зато готовить на этом лучше. А пить мне суховат. Ну, его и так осталось на стаканчик.
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It is incredibly disappointing that it was the first truly nice day, and a day off - but I was stuck at home, going throgh Kleenex like it was oxygen. Good thing I bought the 300-something box! It's also extremely hot in my apartment since they didn't turn on air conditioning just yet, so I have my windows open, but it's not quite enough for my living room.

Even though I was sick and miserable, I thought that was no reason to skimp on dinner - a friend of mine taught me that even if you are alone and miserable, a dinner is sacred, so serve something nice and have a glass of wine... I wanted beans, so I made some beans. And since I had no other meat than a lone chicken breast filet in my freezer, I made some chicken in white wine. I must say, Gewurztraminer is the best wine to use for this purpose, and I tried quite a few different ones...

So, chicken, beans (with lots of nice, natural butter!), french bread, canned peaches in heavy syrup (one of my guilty pleasures) and some tea with milk (so it's softer on my achy throat) - not a bad dinner for a sick person, huh? Life doesn't completely suck just yet.

Roots of Americana - part 1
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hellga
As I am sick, and spending most of my time in bed, I am reading a book called "Anti-Intellectualism in American Life" by Richard Hofstadter. The author is a historian, rather than a philosopher, and he tries to "connect the dots" between America's past and its current state, exactly the thing I try to do (though of course I have a lot less knowledge about American history). While the book was written on the heels of McCarthyism of 1950s (1962 was the original publication date), and it is nice to note that some things have corrected themselves (or at least, mitigated) in the last fifty years, it is sad that so many things have not. And probably never will, since their roots are in the very foundation of what makes America - America.

He builds an interesting parallel between all the different "enthusiastic" Protestant sects that flourished on the American soil with the disdain for intellect. As well as the typical poor, unlettered man's desire to condemn the wealthy and the learned. Curiously, I have seen that in my ten years here - I look at so many Americans, and in them I see reflected, as in a mirror, their ancestors, the landless peasants that had no hope in Europe, and came to these shores 100, 200, or 300 years ago, and their emotional and cultural baggage is still being carried by their remote descendants.

It is also curious to note that virtually all my close friends here in US were Catholic. It's not like I ask people what their religion is/was when I met them... but sooner or later I would learn it (as in America religion still plays an enormous role in everyday life, and in society at large) - and it was almost universally Catholic for the people I found the most to my liking.

TBC (maybe) as I read more. I am still on Chapter 3.