Who Deserves to Live?

Weeds are mighty tanks,

Storming down long lines of orderly flowers

Who wait pathetically for

Whatever fate awaits them.

Weeds are poisoned,

Pulled up and murdered,

But grow stronger

Because they have to fight.

While the flowers wail for water, or

Fertilizer, or

A nicer temperature,

The weeds battle just to live.

Gardeners complain.

Weeds attack the flowers! but don't they know

That the flowerbed is the sanctuary from Weed-B-Gon?

So answer me this:

Who deserves to live?

We take so many things for granted: all weeds are bad and ugly; all "classic literature" is actually good. I'm not usually the poetry type, but I found that this was the best way to get my message across: think outside the box, dang it!

the story of the chicken

In true Beth character, here is my newest favorite recipe. My husband loves it as well, and it's really simple to make. I found it at tablespoon.com

Chicken Milano

Dressing

1 tablespoon olive oil

2 teaspoons red wine vinegar

1/8 teaspoon salt

Salad

1 cup tightly packed baby spinach or arugula

1/2 cup diced tomatoes

2 tablespoons diced red onion

Chicken

4 boneless, skinless chicken breasts

1/4 teaspoon salt

1/4 teaspoon pepper

2 tablespoons flour

1 cup bread crumbs

1 egg

2 tablespoons olive oil

1/4 cup crumbled feta cheese

In a medium bowl, mix dressing ingredients. Stir in salad to coat.

(Here the recipe suggests pounding the chicken to 3/4 in thickness, but I didn't do it.)

Sprinkle chicken with salt and pepper.

On separate plates, place flour and bread crumbs. In a bowl, beat the egg slightly. Coat chicken with flour. Dip into egg; coat well with bread crumbs.

In a nonstick skillet, heat oil over medium heat. Add chicken; cook 8 to 10 minutes (more if you don't pound it), turning once, until juice of chicken is clear when center of thickest part is cut and coating is golden brown. Serve chicken topped with salad and sprinkled with cheese.

Here is the picture from the same website:

Our Favorite Movie Quotes

source

Meg 

Marilla: Twenty pounds of brown sugar. 

Jo 

Alice: If I had a world of my own, everything would be nonsense. Nothing would be what it is because everything would be what it isn't. And contrary-wise; what it is it wouldn't be, and what it wouldn't be, it would. You see? 

Beth 

Vizzini: HE DIDN'T FALL? INCONCEIVABLE. 

Inigo Montoya: You keep using that word. I do not think it means what you think it means.

Amy

Cook: “What’s this? A green kickball?”

Boss: “It’s lettuce, Cookie.”

Cook: “Lettuce? Lettuce!? What do I need with doggone lettuce?”

Boss: “It’s a vegetable, Cookie. The men need the four basic food groups.”

Cook: “I’ve got the four basic food groups! Beans, bacon, whiskey, and lard!”

Marmee

Anna: Oh, but this is a lie! 

King: It is a FALSE lie!

Take that!

The Pickwick Portfolio

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