I've published Ritsuko's turquoise piece, Hiromi's bank machine debacle and Rick article, Natalia's jazz cafe, Rosaria's bulgogi recipe , Catherine's The Wall and a couple or three rants (on Monday, maybe)! Larry's latest on cats.
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Parmesan Crusted Veggies.
A nutritious and tasty alternative to French fries.
Enjoy the same crispy, crunchy texture of fries with these delicious vegetables.
You will need;
1 small bunch Brussels sprouts broken into bite size pieces.
1 small bunch cauliflower broken into bite size pieces.
4 Tbsp olive oil.
2 large eggs, beaten.
1 cup grated parmesan cheese.
1. Heat oil in frying pan over medium heat.
2. Pour beaten eggs over vegetable florets.
3. Mix gently with spoon.
4. Empty vegetables onto baking sheet or other flat surface.
5. Pour parmesan over veggies and coat with hands.
6. Drop vegetables in hot oil and turn alternately, three minutes per side.
7. Salt when piping hot to taste.
I couldn't figure out which should be my teaser and which should be my headline. A little help?
Hi Brad,
How about "The Wall" ?
Thanks!
Hi Stacey,
You already have one.
"A nutritious and tasty alternative to French fries.
Enjoy the same crispy, crunchy texture of fries with these delicious vegetables."
Oh my goodness! I guess I wasn't paying too much attention when I typed my recipe out. It's not supposed to be brussels sprouts. It's supposed to be broccoli. Sorry. I feel like a dufus.
Hi,Brad:
Here is my final piece.
Part 2: Learning from Cats
I used to think that cats were the stupidest animals in the world because I had seen almost all kinds of animals could behave after training, even pigs and birds, but not cats. However, I’ve changed this point of view since I got a cat, Wasabi, as a pet. Since I began living with Wasabi, I’ve learned that the cats are among the smartest creatures in the world. Let me tell you why.
I used to farm Wasabi out with my friend when I was away. Once when I brought Wasabi back home after not seeing him for eight months, I wanted to see if he still remembered where our place was, so I unleashed him in the elevator. You know what happened nest?
As soon as the elevator door opened on the 14th floor (eight suits per floor,) Wasabi darted out, turned right, stopped at our place, looked around for me, and gave me a meow that seemed to mean: come on, buddy, here we are. Open the door please.
Imagine how surprised and excited I felt at that time.
I have many examples to prove that cats have phenomenal memory and judgment; moreover, they don’t like to be controlled by other creatures, even their owners. You think we’re the boss, but in a cat’s eye, you might just be a roommate. So, don’t expect to conquer cats by force or foods. The carrot and stick can enslave many other creatures, including lions and human beings, but it doesn’t works for cats.
Be a person of character, like cats; don’t bow your head too easily to some trivial lures or threats.
Hi Brad,
Thanks! I’ve learned a lot from your work.
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Hi my classmates,
I really enjoy your writings. Thanks you all!
Hi everyone,
I rewrote the anecdote part for the following article. But I couldn't do spell and grammar check. Sometimes, this comment section doesn't allow me to review my writing when I use different computers...why?
Anyway, if you find errors, please let me know.
How To Enjoy Parties
When I move to Vancouver, I would often feel uneasy at parties. Not knowing how to make conversation with unknown people, I hesitated to speak, hoping if someone could talk to me. As I saw guests relaxing, exchanging their words naturally with others, I felt awkwatd with my shyness.
While striving with my passive attitude, I noticed that joining parties pleases ourselves by sharing a cheerful moment with others.
Parties give us an opportunity to find new friends. Through a conversation, we can also gain useful information and knowledge for life.
The following tips may encourage for party beginners; however, being positive is the key to enjoy a party.
(I'm not sure how many words)
I missed the class for a couple weeks. Now I contribute two articles, one of them is a poem.
Forbidding Paradise to Public Resort
Does recollection of special privilege leave a favorable impression on your life?
When my 46-years-ago classmate Judy, who accompanied me to visit the former president’s mansion (Shihlinquadi) in Taipei. I have learned a practical lesson from it. I realized an interesting and ironic issue that the powerful prosperity only exists on a short period of time. Why? I will tell you why.
Forbidden mansion
The former president, Cheang Jieh Shyr, owned one of his luxury mansions which looks like a paradise, and it was a place where was off limited to people. People could only guess what it was. After the president passed away and the power changed to the other party, none of his descendent could keep the property any more. Now, it became accessible to the people. It is a popular resort and a lovely place for picture taking especially who love nature.
Inside the garden
The entrance to the garden path is flanked by lofty palms on both sides. The exultant feelings surged up in me when I walked through it. The fancy landscape includes decorated trees, various flowers, and indoor plants that are breath taking. For example, a big harp shape area has been designed by growing small trees and vines, the various orchids grow in the indoor garden, the exotic beautiful roses occupy a big spot, and the flower arrangements display in indoor room. All these enchanting scenery attract people who love nature.
Enjoyed the atmosphere under the big trees
The garden reminded me of my childhood. I enjoyed the romantic landscape. While sitting on a bench under the big trees, Judy and I had so much recollections. Whatever we could remember make me feel like going back to my childhood. What I love most was the cool breeze passing along with aromatic roses and the colorful butterflies that were dancing around while we were chatting.
The end of special place
The ironic issue is that the forbidden place has ended after the power is gone. It belongs to the public. My recollection of this place will leave me favorable impression. I am happy that it is now a public garden.
A Trip at Danshuel River
Hustling bustling for relaxing,
The rapid transit was crowded.
Danshuel, the charming river has bewitched millions.
A surge of visitors came from nowhere.
Snack stalls stand on the river side.
Street performers sing drama on the square.
Lights like little stars,
Reflect twinkling on the water across the river.
Pursuing the beautiful sun set,
I joined the crowd together along the river bank.
Smelling the favorite delicious local food,
I enjoyed a unforgettable supper with friend Judy.
Walking along the bank,
I tasted the cool tasty fruit juice.
Seeing the attractive dessert,
I shopped some sweet snacks.
Listening to the delicate music,
I watched the street performers playing.
What a wonderful trip I experienced!
Do you know how to call our teacher in Canada? How to show your respect to them?
Do As the Romans Do
My English teacher has told us many times that she doesn’t like the students to call her “teacher” and she wants us to call her first name, but many of us still call her “teacher”.
It makes her very frustrated.
I never called my teachers’ first name in China because it is rude and I must call them “teacher”. “Teacher” is not only a respectful form of address for all of teachers but also other respectable people.
If I dared to call my teacher’s first name, I would be expelled immediately. Even in my home, I was not allowed to call my parents and elder sister’s name.
Once I called my elder sister’s name while we played together, my grandma was very angry. She didn’t scold me because I was very little at that time, but she gave my mother a scolding.
“How do you inculcate good manners in young children?” she asked.
After that, I’ve never called my sister’s name except “sister.”
In this aspect, Canadian culture is so different to Chinese. People call each other by their first name and it is polite and friendly here.
If we don’t know this difference, our teacher would like to forgive us. But if she told us many times that don’t call her “teacher”, why couldn’t we change our mind and follow hers favorite?
Do in Rome as the Romans do. It is always the best way to show our respect. Am I right?
Catherine,
You are prolific! Thanks. Your article on `The Wall`has been very popular. I think we can do a number of `cultural differences`articles in a kind of special feature or weekly theme. Oh, and a bunch of rants, too, it would seem.
Suzanne,
Nice to see you are back. We should look into publishing your piece on yoga as well. Let me know if you`ve done any further work on it.
Ritsuko,
Perhaps it would be even better to make the story more alive by recalling a specific awkward experience you had. Maybe use some dialogue.
I think the second two paragraphs could be omitted in order to get on with the points you make (best part).
Hi Brad,
Thanks for your help and encouragement!
Hi Brad,
I just read one of your writing tips—The Problem with “Always” and I realized that it is better to remove those words like always, never, all, none, everyone, and nobody.
I like to use them, don’t I?
For example, “It is always the best way to show our respect.”
Now I changed it to “Usually, it is the best way to show our respect.”
A Word about Virginia Tech.
A Rant.
All of us have been affected by the tragedy of Virginia Tech. I watched the news, along with the rest of the world that day. I was in shock. I was disgusted. I was heartbroken. All of those people just gone. I wondered where God was and how he could let something like this happen.
I belong to a blog site called Face box. I talked with people and there were a surprising number who it seemed were able to remove their emotions from the situation. They chalked it up to just that much more bullshit in the world. Someone told me it wasn’t the first school massacre and it wouldn’t be the last. It made me physically ill. Folks acted like it was just another day in the world. I cried that night for the students and faculty who perished, for family members left behind and for the world at large.
Have we been exposed to so much atrocity that we’re immune to human suffering? I think of the parents who lost their children and the children who lost their parents. I think of how I might feel were I to lose something so precious. I don’t know if I would ever get out of bed again. There are others out there though that feel nothing. This is my assumption.
I’m disgusted, disheartened, disillusioned and dumbfounded. Monday, April 16th, in the year 2007 was anything but, just another day. People died and I feel the loss. I didn’t know any of them personally, but I’m a human being and capable of empathy. For those that would call that day, just another day; Hope and pray that you never have to endure what you feel so little for. Karma visits all of us.
Dear Stacey,
I can’t “get used to it”, and I can’t imagine how those victims’ parents could “get used to it”.
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