Tuesday, July 15, 2008

Today I made French Onion Soup from scratch (as my husband would willingly add). I have wanted to make it since I learned that it was one of his favorite soups. Even though it is snowing, I am inside preparing the soup, taking short breaks to help my husband pull wire (he is currently moving a switchplate in the dining room).

This recipe is great for a romantic dinner, complete with tablecloth, cloth napkins, and candlelight.The recipe was easy, I used too many onions. Next time I will use 2 cups or less of onions. I would also use a larger loaf of bread for the toast. The small French loaf from Kroger was too small for my liking. I didn't have dried thyme so I substitued sage. The cheese (Grueyer) was wonderful although I would use more cheese. My husband's suggestion was to serve with a Roast Beef sandwich next time. I used white wine in the soup, possibly a little more than called for. I tasted the wine and it wasn't to my liking so I poured the rest into the soup. When I tasted the soup, it did not need salt or pepper.

French Onion Soup for 4 - 6 people

8 onions, sliced

2 cloves garlic, minced

1/3 cup olive oil

2 tablespoons all-purpose flour

8 cups beef stock

1/4 cup dry white wine

1/2 teaspoon dried thyme

1 bay leaf

Salt and pepper

1 loaf French bread

2 cups grated Gruyere


Saute onions and garlic in oil over low heat until tender and golden yellow. Sprinkle flour over onions, cook a few minutes more, browning the flour well. Add stock and wine and bring to a boil, add thyme and bay leaf. Reduce heat, cover, and simmer gently for 20 minutes or so. Add salt and pepper, to taste.


Meanwhile, slice French bread into 3/4-inch slices and butter both sides. Toast slices on griddle until golden brown. Ladle soup into an ovenproof bowl, add toasted bread and cover with cheese. Place ovenproof bowl on a baking sheet lined with tin foil. Bake at 350 degrees F or 5 minutes under a hot broiler.


http://www.foodnetwork.com/food/recipes/recipe/0,,FOOD_9936_33453,00.html

Saturday, July 5, 2008

Tile Floor part 1

Ok, the prep work has been done. DH has the hardiboard down and yesterday (**yawn**) late in the evening we finished putting down the radient heat for the flooring. This means that tomorrow we can start putting down the tile. It has taken a little longer to get to this point but the floor was not level, the whole kitchen had to be gutted so the pipes and electrical wires could be worked on. That being said, we both are very grateful to be at the point where we are. Woo-hoo!! The radient heat wires are finally down!

Fireworks for the 4th of July

Sorry, not our first fight, the fireworks mentioned is what we saw on Friday evening. We took Sizzle and Belle with us to walk on the Square of Marietta. There were lots of people there, street performers, food vendors, and sidewalk vendors. We had fun strolling around looking at everything. Belle stayed with DH and kept to his side. Sizzle, on the other hand, wanted to greet everyone and if someone walked by with their hands by their side she saw that as an invitation to lick their fingers. Several people stopped us wanting to pet, or wanting their children to pet, the Goldens. Of course they both soaked in the limelight and loved every minute of attention. They were not scared by the fireworks, which were amazing and loud. This is an event to repeat next year! Great fun!

Friday, July 4, 2008

Wisteria's 2nd Vet appointment

Today DH took Wisteria to the Vet's for her vaccination shots and for testing of Feline Respitory disease. She played with the vet and did well for her shots. She tested negative. Yea!! She is now 3 1/2 pounds.

Thursday, June 26, 2008

Sheetrock in the Kitchen

DH is putting finishing touches on the sheetrock in the kitchen. It is interesting how people have different terminology for the same thing. I call it 'spackling' and he calls it 'mudding' and yet it is the same thing.




The cabinets arrive tomorrow. We don't even have the floor down yet. They will have to sit in the basement and the garage until DH is finished. I am torn between whether or not I want to see them before we are ready to install them. I don't want to get my hopes up yet.


DH let Auntie Goldens come over today. I am having issues with it. I do not really like some of the things she has said in the past and I don't like DH giving in to her so often. I do not recollect one time that I know of when she was turned down to play with the dogs. It isn't that she comes over and plays with the dogs, she mollycoddles Sam, just because he has the same father as Bogey did. She lets him jump on her, she ignores Sizzle and Harry.



Now I am having issues with Sam because she favors him. I can't stand him anymore. He disgusts me because he is the reason she is so much in our lives and he is her leverage tool to get to DH. He has never had a puppy that he sold to anyone die before. I asked him, "What if it was Campbell? Or another puppy? Would you do the same?" He said he would not. That makes me feel more ill will toward Auntie Golden. It wasn't his fault that Bogey died. It wasn't Auntie Golden's fault either. But it isn't DH's responsibility to monitor her passion for our dog. I feel like she is trying to take Sam away from us. I notice a difference in Sam's action and attitude after she leaves.



I am at wits end. I tried to explain peacefully to DH about how I feel. The way he treats this I feel as if I am being brushed aside. Hmmmm..... have to think of something to do to get my point across.

Wednesday, June 18, 2008

The Cabinets are coming - Earlier than planned!

DH called KDI (Kitchen Designers, Inc.) to ask about the garage and whether it had a back. If it has a back we do not need to do any extra work on the walls. If it doesn't have a back we have to paint or tile, most likely paint. He learned that the garage has a back and that the cabinets will be in one week early. This is putting a lot of pressure on DH. We don't have the tile down yet and we still need to repair the sheetrock from the wiring that was done.

The cabinets will be nice. They are coming from a company in Alabama, if I am correct the wood is local too (could be wrong on that part). We are excited. The countertops will be St. Cecilia granite. We have purchased a new stove from Sears, have a new fridge from Lowes, the tile for the floor is from Home Depot Expo, the radient floor heat came from a place my husband found, and the cabinet knobs and pulls came from a place I found over the internet. Seems like everything is coming together fairly well!

Tuesday, June 17, 2008

Father's Day

Father's Day. A great day for grilling out, doing work around the house, and having all chaos break loose. The day started out fine. We woke up, let out the dogs, played with the kitten, got dressed and headed out to price tile for the kitchen backsplash.

What better place to look for tile than Floor & Decor? It is a local discount tile place in Kennesaw. DH had been in the store previously, checked out the tile, had several picked out for me to look at. We went to the 'Imagination Station" where we arranged the tiles ourselves and I took a photo so we could think about it during the week. The store police, in form of an employee, told us we could not take photos, that is why they sell samples and sell idea books. That really upset DH and I. It was our design, no one helped us, the idea books don't have our granite with the backsplash we were trying out, and why could we not take photos of the tile? What were they hiding?

Phase Two: On the way home, DH's chick magnet decided to take a holiday. We had to get the car towed. Instead of mowing the lawn before going to my parents' house we had to wait for a tow truck. Pee Wee's Towing was a good service to use, however I do not wish towing upon anyone.

Phase Three: Lunch at parents' house was interesting. They are becoming more amiable toward DH. It is like they have finally resigned themselves to the fact that he will be joining us for family functions. Dad got moonpies and RC cola from us, he said he didn't want anything but a card. He has a new hive of bees, they just took up residence in one of his old hives. DH had to see the hives. May be we will be able to have them soon, promote local pollination and have raw honey.

Phase Four: Because we were at my parents' house we went to Lowes to look at their tile. We found just what we needed, on clearance, and because of the size of the tiles and the insert we will not have to cut tiles lengthways. The only tiles we will have to cut is for the border on the verticle edge of the tile. Thank you Floor & Decor Store Police, if it wasn't for you we would have paid more money at your store.

Phase Five: DH and I pull wire from the basement to the kitchen. Now that is done, he will work on plumbing and sheetrock. Woo-hoo!!

Wednesday, June 11, 2008

Ok, I get the message, so what do you REALLY want to tell me?

This has not been the best day for me. It started with last night. I came home from work, stopped at the grocery store to buy a few things. Before I knew it, the time was 7:30, I hadn't eaten since lunch and was feeling sick. When I got home, I ate a few multi-grain chips, had a microwave meal, and played with the dogs out in the yard. I went to bed and Sam decided to be up on the bed with me. He was panting in such a way that I got sea-sick. That feeling lingered into today, only subsiding after dinner.

Between DH's break-time phone call and my dinner, I fell asleep. Sam, Sizzle, and Harry took it upon themselves to chew up Belle's new toy, a black bear with squeakers that Auntie Goldens gave to them. Fuzz was everywhere. Oh, there is a preface to the toy destroying machines. Last night they destroyed Wisteria's toy that I left down in the bathroom. Ok, my fault. This morning they had chewed up Wisteria's favorite mouse, the one she kicked out of her crate. That was her fault.

After the black bear episode, I scolded three Goldens and sent them downstairs to the kennel since they couldn't behave.

I had to leave the house to return a cooler that DH didn't want, to purchase an item that was not located yesterday at Kroger, and to purchase Father's Day cards. I was gone less than an hour. I came back to find what Belle did. I got photos of her misdeeds.

In the bedroom I found the Special K cereal box, contents shredded. In the kitchen, she ripped open a ziplock bag to get to its contents, I have no idea what she got.

But downstairs, that was the piece de resistance. (or whatever the French term is) Yesterday I had purchased a box of 8 packs of crackers, each pack had 6 peanut butter and whole wheat crackers. I took 1 pack with me this morning to work, just so I wouldn't get so hungry on the way home. She ate every cracker.

After I picked up all her trash, she had the audacity to burp in front of me. Goldens!

Monday, June 9, 2008

Here Kitty Kitty Kitty

Just thought I would post an update about the kitten. DH and I estimate that she is a tax baby, born near 4/15/08. She went to the vet 2 weeks ago Friday for her first shots. She has already had 2 baths. The first bath was great, she was still scared of everything because it was her first few hours with us. Had to get the Home Depot garden center dirt off of her. The second bath was good, but she was a little upset that she had to get wet but still was ok.

At the vet we found out that the kitten is a SHE (good thing we didn't have a name picked out yet) and that she had ear mites and the ear mites gravitated to the nose. After a few drops from our Dr. Vet, hopefully she will be ok.

We named her Wisteria (a flower name since she was found in the garden center, a W name since she has a W on her forehead).

Update on Wisteria and the Goldens. Sam was with Auntie Goldens for a little over a week. When he came home he was the last to be introduced to Wisteria. DH and I are amazed that they all get along so well! Wisteria loves to play with them. Her favorite game is tag and chase. She tags them so they chase her. She has her hideouts, until she gets bigger and can't fit into them anymore. Hopefully.

Yesterday Wisteria was in the computer room drying from her bath. She had a nice sunny window and was already towel dried. The Goldens were downstairs in the kennels because DH and I were tearing down the ceiling in the basement room. DH let the Goldens out and they immediately went to Wisteria's crate to see if she was there. They all stood around and looked, trying to find her, frantically searching for her. When I brought her into the bedroom they all started prancing around wanting to play with her. I put her on the steps going up to the bed, she jumped to the floor and started to play tag with the Goldens. I believe they like each other.


Wednesday, May 28, 2008

Interesting news article concerning Muslims and their ability, or lack of it, to integrate into Western society


THE HIGH PRICE OF FREEDOM
Honor Killing Victim Wanted to Live Like other German Girls
By SPIEGEL Staff

At age 16, all Morsal Obeidi wanted was to live the way other girls in Germany do. She paid dearly: Obeidi's brother stabbed her 20 times. Her murder has sparked a renewed debate in Germany about the failure of many immigrant families to integrate into Western society.

Morsal is buried one week after her death. In the morning, the women wash the body, cleansing it of its earthly sins, in keeping with tradition.

The teenage girl's thin body is covered with stab wounds, evidence of the knife that was plunged into her torso. The women wrap the body in linen and lay it into a coffin made of a light-colored wood.

At noon, six men lift the coffin to their shoulders and begin walking, leading a procession of 200 men and women dressed in black. Ghulam-Mohammed Obeidi, the father -- who lost his daughter and now, more than likely, his son in a single night -- is at the center of the group. They walk along a path that leads to the new Muslim section at the back of a cemetery in Hamburg's Öjendorf neighborhood, to where a group of construction workers stand leaning against an excavating machine. The women stop as the men carry the coffin to the grave, which is lined with boards, a rectangular hole in the ground with pale sand piled up around its edges.

This is where the story ends, with the body of a stabbed girl being brought to her grave. Her name was Morsal Obeidi, and she was 16. Born in Afghanistan, she died a few days ago, in a parking lot in Hamburg.

In the years between her birth and her death, Morsal Obeidi tried to lead the kind of life she believed was correct, the kind of life other girls in her school led. Perhaps she was trying to do precisely what politicians and social workers are constantly encouraging immigrants to do: to become integrated.

A Life in Two Worlds

But her parents and her family -- especially Ahmad, her oldest brother -- were an obstacle to integration. In the end, Morsal Obeidi was torn apart by the need to live a life in two worlds, and by the daily struggle to be the kind of person she wanted to be.

Morsal met with Mohammed, her cousin, on the evening of May 15, a Thursday. They were sitting in a McDonald's restaurant. Morsal had only been back in the city for a few months, after a prolonged visit with relatives in Afghanistan. It was spring in Hamburg. As they ate, Mohammed thought about the plan that he was keeping a secret from Morsal. It seemed harmless enough. Mohammed said later that Ahmad, Morsal's brother, had asked him to bring his sister to the Berliner Tor train station. "He said to me: 'I want you to meet Morsal today. Then walk to the Berliner Tor with her. But don't tell her anything. I just want to talk to her."

It seemed harmless enough.

Morsal and Mohammed arrived at the suburban railway station shortly after 11 p.m. They walked around the corner to a small parking lot next to an apartment building, where they sat down to smoke a cigarette. At 11:20 p.m., Ahmad suddenly appeared out of the darkness. Morsal recognized him -- and froze. Ahmad approached his sister and then, without saying a word, began stabbing her. He stabbed her a few times. "I think he must've taken something first. Drugs. Or maybe he got drunk. I tried to stop him, but he pushed me away," says Mohammed.

Ahmad Obeidi, 23, is a strong, athletic young man. Morsal tried to run away, but she stumbled and fell. Ahmad stood over her and continued to stab her, five times, ten times, still silent as he swung his right arm up and down over his sister's body. He seemed intoxicated. The police counted 20 stab wounds, inflicted with such force that Ahmad would later wear a bandage on his right forearm.

Morsal screamed, waking up the residents of the apartment building. Passersby called the police. Ahmad fled to a nearby subway station, and Mohammed followed him. The two cousins boarded a train, where they sat silently across from each other, a killer and his accomplice.

Morsal died.

Mohammed spent a short time wandering through the night before going to a police station, where he was interrogated for six hours. It was Ahmad, he said, who had killed her.

At approximately noon on May 16, roughly 12 hours after the killing, police officers stood at the door of Ahmad Obeidi's apartment. He allowed them to take him into custody without resisting, and he confessed to the crime. To the officers, it seemed that Ahmad, the murderer of his own sister, had been waiting for them.

In the days following the crime, it was frequently referred to as an "honor killing." A murder for the sake of honor? Is this even possible? Doesn't a man who cold-bloodedly kills his own sister, a girl seven years his junior, little more than a child, in fact lose all honor?

A Criminal for Whom Germany Was Foreign

The family was certainly not without its problems. But there was a critical difference between Morsal, who wanted nothing more than to be free, and Ahmad, who was a criminal to whom Germany had always been a foreign place. He staggered through life, unstable, a failure in life. He killed his sister for having become too comfortable in the ways of the West. He resented her for her uncovered hair, her makeup and her short skirts.

By reconstructing Morsal's life, we realize that there are various ways to become integrated, to succeed in Germany, and that different people adjust to German society at different rates. Morsal was always a step ahead, while her brother Ahmad always lagged behind.

Morsal had a German passport, like her brother and the rest of the family. Ghulam-Mohammed Obeidi was the first to come to Germany. He arrived in 1992, when Helmut Kohl was still chancellor. The father was barely 30 years old, a good-looking young man who had been trained as a pilot in the Soviet Union. He had flown the legendary MiG-21 jet fighter, an aircraft capable of traveling at twice the speed of sound. Obeidi flew combat missions against the religious mujahedeen, and he was a member of the Communist Party, which soon fell from power when the Soviets withdrew and the mujahedeein took Kabul. Obeidi fled to Hamburg, where there was already a sizeable Afghan community. It seemed a good place for a new beginning, a place where he would not be alone.

An Afghan Enclave in Europe

Today, Hamburg is home to about 20,000 people of Afghan heritage, more than any other European city. Close to 7,000 have German passports. Before the murder of Morsal, Hamburg's Afghan community was relatively loose-knit and was rarely perceived as an ethnic group, partly because these immigrants had been so deeply divided at home that there was little left to unite them as a community abroad.

When the communists came into power in 1978, the supporters of the king were the first to leave Afghanistan. In 1989, the communists fled the victorious mujahedeen. After the Taliban was ousted in 1996, many of its supporters also went abroad. In other words, each group was fleeing from the next group that would follow it into exile.

Once they had arrived in Germany, the groups found that they had little in common. Old enemies were now neighbors, living together in the same city. To make life together more tolerable, these disparate immigrants focused on the one thing that could surmount all ideological differences: the family.

The family became their safe haven, and it was to be defended at all costs. The family, in this new, foreign world, could not be allowed to disintegrate.

Obeidi started a business selling used buses in Rothenburgsort, a Hamburg neighborhood. Today there are three dilapidated buses and an old Mazda on the lot at Obeidi Auto Export. Ahmad, the killer, ran his father's business, a business with almost no inventory worth selling. The family lived on another street in the same neighborhood in a new, five-story building adjacent to the motorway. It was neither a very good neighborhood nor a troubled ghetto.

Obeidi's family grew, and he soon had a wife and five children. Though relatively unsuccessful in the world outside, at home he was still in charge, still the man of the house. His family was the source of his pride, and he could not abide the thought of anyone complaining about them. He was determined that no one in the Afghan community should be able to say that his children had brought shame on the family. But this was far from his family's reality. Ahmad, the eldest son, became a criminal. Morsal, the pretty daughter, became too German. In his police file, Ahmad was soon listed as a violent criminal. Morsal, hoping to escape the blows from her father and brother, repeatedly sought the protection of a child and youth welfare agency.

In this new world, the proud men are the first to become losers. They lose their way of life, because in their world their only claim to authority is the fact that they are men and that, as men, they can resort to their one advantage over women, brute strength. They cling to old concepts like honor, because honor is something that even a loser can invoke.

'You Are Bringing Shame to the Family'

Morsal attended the Ernst-Henning-Strasse Schule, an elementary and junior high school in Hamburg's Bergedorf neighborhood with students from 18 different countries. In the same neighborhood, near a pedestrian zone, she would often get together with friends after school. It was not a very attractive place to meet but, being in a different neighborhood, it offered Morsal and her friends an opportunity to get away from their families. There they could hang out, smoke, listen to music and occasionally drink alcohol. Morsal liked hip-hop music and Afghan pop. She was 16 and not unattractive to the boys.

"She was outspoken and spirited," says Helmut Becker, the deputy principal at her school, "and she was never shy about contradicting people." Morsal took part in a project that involved students educating other students. She was even awarded a certificate that identified her as a "conflict mediator."

There are many files about Morsal Obeidi, filled with the sparse comments of the many Hamburg agencies with which she came into contact over the years: the youth welfare agency, the school authority, the police. The files describe Morsal as a relatively poor student. In January 2007, the principal of her school, Dorit Ehler, informed her that she would not be able to complete the requirements to graduate from the vocational-track high school she was attending. Ehler informed the parents that she planned to keep Morsal back a grade, but that perhaps something could be worked out. The parents, however, had made up their minds long before, and they withdrew their daughter from the school.

Morsal, unlike her older sister, was obstinate. She was 14 when she began to resist her parents' authority. She was tired of being complacent, of living according to the old Afghan rules, which seemed irrelevant to her life in Hamburg. She argued with her parents about her appearance and her behavior, her uncovered hair, her makeup, her tight jeans and about smoking and drinking. They argued about her friends and acquaintances. For former fighter pilot Ghulam-Mohammed Obeidi, the family's reputation was at stake. It was the only thing he had left to lose.

A Father and Son Turned Violent

The police say that he became violent, and so did his son Ahmad. They were losing control over Morsal, and losing their self-control in the process. "You are bringing shame to the family," they said to her.

Morsal fled repeatedly.

At 14, she was already a regular visitor to welfare agencies, especially the Children's and Youth Emergency Service (KNJD) on Hamburg's Feuerbergstrasse -- a three-story, red brick building, and not the sort of place people seek out unless they have no place else to go. The children and adolescents who came to the KJND were put up in single rooms, each with a bed, mirror and sink. The comments in Morsal's record reveal a pattern. Two sentences that appear frequently are: "Admitted to the KJND" and "Morsal checked out of the facility."

Morsal was most afraid of her brother Ahmad. While she began to feel at home in Germany, he lost the ability to strike a balance between his family's old and new worlds. He dropped out of school. His German was poor. He began drinking, and by 13 his name had appeared in police records for the first time. Since then, Ahmad has faced criminal charges roughly 30 times -- for offences like assault, harassment and burglary.

On Jan. 20, 2007, for example, he got into his car, drunk. He stopped at a light and attacked four men, beating one of them with a club and stabbing another in the thigh with his knife. When the police arrived at the scene, he faced them with a broken bottle in his hand.

A number of attacks on Morsal are also noted in his police file. But most of the attacks were never reported -- or documented. According to police records, Ahmad beat up his sister on Nov. 1, 2006. The older sister, the report reads, scratched Morsal in the face as she was lying on the ground. There were more blows on Nov. 8, 2006. This time Ahmad threatened her with a knife, but without using it. He shouted at Morsal, accusing her of violating the family honor. Morsal filed a complaint against her brother, and she was returned to the KNJD. On Jan. 19, 2007, Ahmad allegedly beat her up again, this time in the office of the family's used car and bus dealership. His sister dressed like a slut, Ahmad told the police.

Perhaps Ahmad already sensed that he was a failure, and that he had messed up his life. But according to a relative, he loved Morsal. The youth welfare agency's files refer to their relationship as "highly ambivalent." Morsal was afraid of Ahmad, but he was also a refuge, and sometimes she spent the night in his apartment. The two shared a common fear of their father. Morsal confided in a member of the KJND staff, telling her "she felt closest to her brother, even though she also had many disagreements with him."

In early March 2007, the family sent Morsal to stay with relatives in Mazar-i-Sharif in northern Afghanistan. They wanted her to study the Koran and familiarize herself with prayer, and to shed everything that was German about her, the many bad influences and her supposedly dishonorable life. The parents, who had told their daughter that the trip was to be a vacation, soon returned to Germany. But Morsal was kept behind for nine months -- to be reeducated.

In Afghanistan she lived with her cousin, Yussuf Obeidi, a stately man in his mid-fifties. She attended a Koran school, filling her notebook with surahs, which she wrote down onomatopoeically using German letters. "Morsal was here because she wanted to be here," the cousin claims.

Defending Family Property

The Obeidis are not a noticeably conservative family. Nevertheless, it valued traditions, and one of them was to defend the family's property: zar (gold), zamin (property) and zan (women). In their traditional world, it was set in stone that these things are the property of the man.

Morsal was allowed to return home to Hamburg in January of this year. She later told the police that she had been taken to Afghanistan to be married there, and that she was only able to return to Germany by promising to obey the family.

These are the statements of a 16-year-old girl. The father, standing at the door of the family apartment in the Rothenburgsort neighborhood -- a pale, gaunt man -- has no comment.

A friend would later say that Morsal had a baby in Afghanistan. But the police say that they have no knowledge of a birth. The situation became more acute seven weeks before Morsal's death. The staff of the youth welfare agency tried to remove Morsal from her parents' apartment. On April 11, both Morsal and her parents agreed that she would move to a facility in another city, Flensburg. According to the youth welfare agency's files, "Hamburg was a dangerous place in every respect" for Morsal.

On April 25, Morsal decided to leave the Flensburg home. According to her record, she "wanted to live with her family again, but only if the parents did as she wished." The youth welfare office discussed the matter with the family. The father agreed to take in Morsal again, but only if she "obeyed the family rules."

The father was hoping for a new Morsal, and Morsal was hoping for a new father. Both were disappointed.

Morsal began staying out all night. The police have learned that when she returned to her parents on May 11, after being away for three days, her father immediately began beating her. Morsal fled to her room, where she tied together sheets and lowered herself from her window. But when she reached the ground, her 13-year-old brother tried to choke her and beat her, knocking out one of her teeth. Morsal returned to the youth welfare agency, where the staff tried to convince her to return to the home in Flensburg. An official at the youth welfare agency wrote in her file: "She should not be given any other opportunity than to return to the girls' facility." But Morsal was against the idea and was released.

But she didn't go home this time, and the parents reported her as missing. A friend told them that Morsal was staying in an apartment in the city's Billstedt neighborhood.

The Obeidis went to the apartment, where another argument broke out. The father, according to the youth welfare agency's file, beat the daughter relentlessly, and the argument "ended in the police being called to the scene."

Perhaps it was on that day that Ahmad, the brother, devised his murderous plan. On the evening of May 15, he made his way to the Berliner Tor train station. He should have been in prison at the time. In October 2007, Ahmad had been sentenced to one year and five months in prison without parole. He received a court order to begin serving his sentence on May 2, 2008. But on May 9, his attorney petitioned the court to postpone the sentence. The court denied the petition on May 15.

But by then it was too late for Morsal Obeidi.

It was the night she encountered Ahmad on the small parking lot across the street from the train tracks -- a fatal night for two siblings who no longer knew exactly where they belonged.

Traces of Morsal's blood remained behind on the concrete in front of the building's garage. Three days later, all that remained were a few dark spots, as black as motor oil.

JOCHEN-MARTIN GUTSCH, PER HINRICHS, SUSANNE KOELBL, GUNTHER LATSCH, SVEN RÖBEL, ANDREAS ULRICH
Translated from the German by Christopher Sultan.

http://www.spiegel.de/international/germany/0,1518,555667,00.html

Tuesday, May 27, 2008

Kitten and the Goldens

When I go home at night I try to integrate the kitten and the dogs with each other. This mostly entails me holding the kittens and the dogs looking at it or sniffing it. Belle has stopped most of her barking. From her actions I think she wants to play, but the kitten is the size of a newborn puppy and she is so big.

The latest news flash is that I had the kitten closed in the master bath while I was getting ready for bed. I decided to let Belle in for a few minutes just to see what she would do. The kitten was playing with its little mouse and her tennis ball. She was extremely curious and watched it move around. A little later she was moving around like she wanted to play, but kitten didn't understand. In time little one, in time you will understand and play.

Saturday, May 24, 2008

Kitchen? What kitchen?

Our kitchen is officially in the garage. We have no cabinets, no sink, no stove, no oven, no microwave, no flooring in the kitchen. My cousin in Canton wants the stove and cabinets so as soon as he is back in town the garage will be emptied of them.

One of the good things about having no cabinets is that the new slow drip that developed this week was easy to fix. Easy in the fact that the cabinets were not in the way.

Ok, so I did the totally female thing and got all teary eyed when DH was ripping out the cabinets. I just suddenly wasn't sure that it was the right thing to do. DH assured me it was and that everything would be ok. The new kitchen would be better, have more counter space, more storage, and look prettier than the old one did.
Sorry about the sideways photos.
I am particularly proud of this white patch - it was wallpaper that I removed. :)

Friday, May 23, 2008

Here Kitty kitty kitty

Today my husband and I went to Home Depot for a couple of items. We went into the gardening section and a beautiful orange and white striped cat crossed our path. Then we heard something move in the garden hoses. It was a kitten! The guys at Home Depot said we could get it if we wanted to, that the resident cat has several litters a year. One of the guys pointed out the Papa cat who was surveying his domain from the height of the rafters. Boy, Papa cat was huge!

It was easy enough to catch the kitten, just move the hoses and there it was in the corner of the box. Yes, it hissed at us but once we had it in our arms, the hissing stopped. After we toured the garden area we went inside and looked at tile. We saw the same guy from the garden area, he got us a box for the kitten, complete with a shop cloth to make it comfy. A little later he taped the box so we could just leave it in the buggy.

We went to Target next to get things we needed for the kitten. One litter box, box of litter box liners, kitty litter, cat food, and canned cat food made the free kitten cost a little under $20.00. Whether we keep the kitten or not depends on test results for feline leukemia.

We ate at Taco Bell on our way home (our kitchen is in the middle of remodeling) and tried to figure out where to put our Golden Kitten. We decided on the Jack-n-Jill bath (where we bathe the dogs). DH got a dog crate, we put 2 towels and a heating pad in there, cat food, water, and a litter box.

The Goldens know something new is happening, they are not too sure about it yet. Especially since earlier today Sam went to visit Auntie Irina. Hopefully Belle, Harry, and Sizzle don't think we replaced Sam.


Kitten and Goldens saw each other, they are not too happy right now. Well, kitten isn't happy. The Goldens are curious. More on that one later.

Company Picnic

Today I had a company picnic. Since it was at a local park I thought it would be a good idea to take one of the Goldens with me. DH said I could take Belle or Sam. Belle wasn't feeling too good so I took Sam. DH loaded up a soft crate (the type we take to shows), a folding chair, water, and Sam's care bag into the car. Sam jumped in and off we went. He seemed to really enjoy the day. He didn't bark or make a nuisance of himself. He was polite and everybody LOVED him. He walked around the lake a couple of times, saw Canadian Geese for the first time, picked up a few pinecones, and made a lot of friends. The only phrase that describes how he acted during the picnic would "Perfect Angel"

He didn't play ball like he normally does, he was distracted by all the people. A couple of different children came up to say hi, he loved it, they loved it. What can I say but that he is the 'Perfect Angel' and not the typical Golden of our household.

Right after I got home Auntie was there to pick him up. I wasn't quite sure why, since I had him in the back and he hadn't been reintroduced to the others, they had to go through the dominance factor. If it was up to me, I would not have had them go through the stress and just had Auntie meet and greet the pack inside, then take Sam from the back. BUT it wasn't my choice, it was DH and Auntie's choice, I was left out of the decision process.

Auntie stayed for a short time, then left with Sam. They will have a fun week together.

Wednesday, May 14, 2008

Time to Turn a New Leaf

It is always sad whenever I have to say goodbye or when I have to let something go. It has been a nagging suspicion over the past 10 years that my friendship with someone I hold dear is all one-sided. Recently that has been presented to me in neon-flashing lights. I always excused her behavior as being busy or newly married. I am newly married now, but I try to make time for friends, especially if they called me.

I wanted to merge our friendship with that of our husbands, as we talked about our families being friends when we were married and had children. Right now neither of us has children. It was difficult to set up a time to meet the two of them, my calls to confirm the time were not returned until the day we chose three months prior to the actual day. That to me was a sign. She is not too keen on keeping up our friendship.

Honestly it hurts. I wish that I didn't have to put our friendship on the backburner. I really like being around her. May be I am too chubby for her. May be she just doesn't like my personality. May be she really didn't like me to begin with. All I know is that two weeks ago, I left her a voicemail that was unanswered. This week I called again. I honestly doubt she will try to keep the friendship going.

I tried. I am tired. I feel like over the past 10 or so years I have been the one setting up one-on-one meetings, shopping trips, lunches. I have a full time job, she is a stay-at-home wife. Once I stopped being able to go to club meetings (because of my job) she has not strived to keep up communication. There are always parties that we go to that are in common, but other than that we have no communication.

Turning this new leaf is very sad for me. I don't want to do it but I know that in the long run, if she truly is my friend, I will see a change. But I have my doubts too. Over the past five years communication between us has been on my shoulders, and she is status quo. *sigh* I am sad.

Tuesday, May 13, 2008

Professor's Payback

What do you get when you have a quirky professor who takes things seriously? Retaliation on a final. He was the one who asked for 2 journals per week, multiple readings and homework that was due per class. Not to mention quizzes each and every class, 2 major tests per class, and a class final. He gave a very difficult test in Grammar, so I wrote about it in my 'Was there a time you ever thought about giving up?' journal in literature. What happened? I received a terrible grade on my lit final. Did I write any differently than the other tests? No. What was different? The fact that he read the journal, knew that he made a bad choice, and decided to take it out on me. Sheesh. I sincerely hope that I will get another class of his. When I do, I will not give him the courtesy of letting him know that I will be leaving class halfway through, I will just get up and leave. And if he treats me poorly, like I believe he would, I will report him to the dean of the department.

Monday, March 24, 2008

An Expensive Weekend

My husband and I are currently having a financial withdrawal. Our fridge decided to go on the blink. We have been looking at fridge's for several months with the intent to purchase one either mid-summer or early fall. Our plans have been changed. We went to Lowe's and purchased the Whirlpool Gold, stainless finish, complete with ice maker and water dispenser. Our hopes are that the Goldens do not figure out how to dispense ice, one of their favorite treats.

In part of the remodeling of our house, we have decided that we want tile in the kitchen. We have gone to Dalton, Home Depot, Lowes, and Home Depot Expo. We knew that porcelain tile would be the best, it was down to which one. The tile has to have texture since the Goldens will be walking on it and we don't want them to slip and slide. I liked the rugged edges of several of the tiles we saw, he liked some of the brown tiles. We finally came down to a choice of two, a gray or a brown tile, both the same price. We chose the the brown as it would go with the colors we are putting in the house.

All I can say is **ouch**

Sunday, March 23, 2008

Experimenting with the past

Today I tried to make a meal like my grandmother would make. As it was Easter I wanted to give my husband the option of what he wanted for dinner, ham, pasta, or fried chicken. He chose fried chicken and I started trying to remember how my Granny made the best chicken I have ever had. The meal was so-so, not the best, I will just have to try again. The chicken needed more salt and had a puffy crust, I forgot to make the green beans, the biscuits were a bit heavy, the gravy was bland, and the Red Velvet Cake needed less butter (I misread the recipe and added too much butter to the cake).

Menu:
Fried Chicken
Mashed Potatoes
Gravy
Green Beans
Biscuits
Red Velvet Cake

Fried chicken:
Soak chicken in buttermilk overnight.
Batter of flour, salt, pepper, cayene pepper.
Egg dip with buttermilk.

I dipped the chicken in flour, egg, then flour again. Next time I will try just dipping in egg then flour. Fry over medium-high or medium heat. I put chicken on a cooling rack over a biscuit pan in a warm (200F) oven until time to serve.

Biscuits
Recipe came from America's Test Kitchen

Red Velvet Cake
Ingredients
1/2 cup butter or margarine, softened
1 1/2 cups sugar
1 teaspoon vanilla extract
1 tablespoon white vinegar
3 large eggs
1 (1-ounce) bottle liquid red food coloring
2 1/2 cups all-purpose flour
2 tablespoons cocoa
1 teaspoon baking soda
1/2 teaspoon salt
1 cup buttermilk
Cream Cheese Frosting

Beat butter at medium speed with an electric mixer until fluffy; gradually add sugar, vanilla, and vinegar, beating well. Add eggs, 1 at a time, beating until blended after each addition. Add food coloring, beating until combined.
Combine flour and next 3 ingredients; add to butter mixture alternately with buttermilk, beginning and ending with flour mixture. Beat at low speed until blended after each addition. Pour into 2 greased and floured 9-inch cakepans.
Bake at 350° for 20 to 22 minutes or until a wooden pick inserted in center comes out clean. Cool in pans on wire racks 5 minutes; remove from pans, and cool on wire racks.
Spread Cream Cheese Frosting between layers and on tops and sides of cake.

Yield: Makes 1 (2-layer) cake

Southern Living, NOVEMBER 2001

Cream Cheese Frosting
Ingredients

1 (8-ounce) package cream cheese, softened
1/2 cup butter or margarine, softened
1 (16-ounce) package powdered sugar
1 1/2 teaspoons vanilla extract
1 cup chopped pecans

Beat cream cheese and butter until creamy; gradually add sugar and vanilla, beating well. Stir in pecans.
Yield: Makes 3 cups

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Sunday, March 9, 2008

Chicken Primavera With Parmesan Pasta

This is a delicious recipe, I made it with homemade French bread. My darling husband was in the yard moving dirt and digging up a crepe myrtle tree. I drove the dogs crazy with fresh homemade yeast bread. There was drool everywhere. I also paired it with a devil's food cake, straight out of the cake mix box. While I was finishing everything, my husband grated fresh parmesan cheese and sliced the chicken. I forgot the onion, the tomatoes, used frozen french cut green beans, used Greek seasoning instead of Italian (didn't have Italian in the cabinet), used dried parsley, added a little extra wine since the sauce was somewhat dry before I finished cooking the chicken. The Kerry Gold Irish Garlic Herb butter is WONDERFUL! Very expensive ($1.99 for 1 stick) but was delicious on the hot bread and can see using it again in the future.



Suggestions - this is not a meal for 2 people. There were plenty of leftovers for us to take to work the next day. Also, the vegetables are not pretty the second day. They are, well, brown.



Chicken Primavera

Ingredients

1 1/2 lbs boneless, skinless chicken breasts

1/4 teaspoon kosher salt

1/4 teaspoon pepper

2 tablespoons extra-virgin olive oil, divided

7–8 sprigs fresh Italian parsley (rinsed)

1 teaspoon Italian seasoning, divided

1/2 cup dry white wine

2 medium yellow squash (rinsed)

1 medium zucchini (rinsed)

1 cup fresh green beans (rinsed)

3 fresh garlic cloves

1 cup matchstick carrots 1 cup pre-diced onions

1 (14.5-ounce) can diced fire-roasted tomatoes (undrained)



1. Preheat large sauté pan on medium-high 2–3 minutes. Season chicken with salt and pepper on plate (may be paper); wash hands. Place 1 tablespoon of the oil in pan; swirl to coat.

2. Add chicken to pan (wash hands); cook 2–3 minutes on each side or until browned. While chicken cooks, chop parsley coarsely.

3. Add parsley, 1/2 teaspoon of the Italian seasoning, and wine to chicken. Reduce heat to medium-low; cover and simmer 6–8 minutes or until internal temperature reaches 165°F. Use a meat thermometer to accurately ensure doneness.

4. Meanwhile, cut squash and zucchini in half lengthwise; then cut into 1/4-inch-thick slices. Trim ends of green beans and discard; cut beans into 2-inch-long lengths. Chop garlic coarsely.

5. Remove chicken from pan and set aside. Add remaining 1 tablespoon oil and 1/2 teaspoon Italian seasoning, along with garlic, to pan; cook 1 minute. Stir in remaining ingredients (except tomatoes); cook 5–7 minutes, stirring often, or until vegetables begin to soften.

6. Stir in tomatoes; cook 4–5 more minutes or until vegetables are desired tenderness.

7. Transfer vegetables to serving dish. Slice chicken, arrange over vegetables, and serve with pasta.



CALORIES (per 1/6 recipe) 230kcal; FAT 6g; CHOL 65mg; SODIUM 290mg; CARB 12g; FIBER 3g; PROTEIN 28g; VIT A 80%; VIT C 45%; CALC 6%; IRON 10%



Parmesan Pasta

Ingredients

12 ounces whole-grain penne pasta

2 tablespoons shredded Parmesan cheese

1 tablespoon herb garlic butter



1. Fill large saucepan half full of water. Cover and bring to boil on high for pasta.

2. Stir pasta into boiling water. Boil 11–14 minutes, stirring occasionally, or until tender.

3. Drain pasta; return to saucepan. Stir in cheese and butter until well blended. Serve.



CALORIES (per 1/6 recipe) 210kcal; FAT 2g; CHOL 0mg; SODIUM 60mg; CARB 39g; FIBER 4g; PROTEIN 11g; VIT A 0%; VIT C 0%; CALC 4%; IRON 10%



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Monday, February 25, 2008

Vespers, Little Boy Kneels at the Foot of the Bed

Vespers
A.A. Milne

Little Boy kneels at the foot of the bed,
Droops on the little hands little gold head.
Hush! Hush! Whisper who dares!
Christopher Robin is saying his prayers.

God bless Mummy, I know that’s right.
Wasn’t it fun in the bath to-night?
The cold’s so cold and the hot’s so hot.
Oh! God bless Daddy – I quite forgot.

If I open my fingers a little bit more,
I can see Nanny’s dressing –gown on the door.
It’s a beautiful blue, but it hasn’t a hood.
Oh! God bless Nanny and make her good.

Mine has a hood, and I lie in bed,
And pull the hood right over my head,
And I shut my eyes, and curl up small,
And nobody knows that I’m there at all.

Oh! Thank-you God for a lovely day.
And what was the other I had to say?
I said “Bless Daddy,” so what can it be?
Oh! Now I remember it. God bless Me.

Little Boy kneels at the foot of the bed,
Droops on the little hands little gold head.
Hush! Hush! Whisper who dares!
Christopher Robin is saying his prayers.


Questions to ask to see if you understand a work

1) Is the work basically happy or sad?
The work is basically happy, playful with a little bit of thoughtfulness.

2) Are there any characters? If so, what are they like?
The main character, Christopher Robin, is a small child. He is playful, thoughtful, has a child’s wandering mind. He mentions Mommy, Daddy, and Nanny although they are not speaking. There is an unidentified narrator for 2 stanzas.

3) Is the narration in first (I), second (you), or third (he/she/it) person? What can we tell about the narrator?
The first and last stanza is narrated by an unknown person and directed at the audience, almost like the narrator in a Shakespearian play. The bulk of the poem is 1st person, life as seen by Christopher Robin.

4) When and where does the work seem to take place? Use your imagination if time and place are not clear.
The work was written in the early 1920’s. It takes place in the nursery or Christopher Robin’s bedroom, at the foot of his bed. Could also take place in the parents’ room or the nanny’s room, at the foot of their bed.

5) What picture words does the author use?
Foot of the bed
Little hands
Little gold head
Cold’s so cold
Hot’s so hot
Dressing gown on the door
Beautiful blue
Hasn’t a hood
Mine has a hood
Lie in bed
Shut my eyes
Curl up small
Pull hood over my head
Lovely day


6) What idea or thing is the work about, and what point is the author making about it?
Children are serious about everything in life. Even though their minds ramble they are serious and believe that they are the catalyst who makes things happen.

Vespers is an interesting poem, the start of the Winnie-the-Pooh series. Even though this poem does not introduce the characters of Winnie-the-Pooh, it opened the door for Milne to write the series.

Ever wonder what children think about when they pause mid-speech? This poem is about Christopher Robin, a little boy who is anywhere from 3 years old to 5 years old. The poem follows the train of thought that Christopher Robin has, along the lines of strains of his consciousness. The poem follows his wandering mind from his evening prayer to his bath, back to his prayer, to his playing in bed, then back to his prayer again. The poem shows a little boy’s playfulness, his zest for life, and his desire to make sure that he has everything right in his own little world.

Oral Presentation

In British Lit 2 we have to give an oral presentation. It had to be a piece from the British Empire during the Romantic, Victorian, or Modern English time periods. I wanted to use something from Dickens or Austen but it is difficult to come up with a short piece from their works. The professor said we could do anything except 'Tie Me Kangaroo Down' so I was extremely tempted to use that poem, but I didn't. Several people have given theirs already, tonight is my night to be 'on stage' for the class. The hardest part of the assignment for me was finding the poem to use. I chose A. A. Milne's Vespers, or Little Boy Kneels at the Foot of the Bed.

Thursday, January 24, 2008

Snow!! We have SNOW!!

Ok, so many people don't go crazy for snow. Quite possibly they were not born and raised in Georgia where snow comes once a year if we are lucky. Wednesday night (1/16/08) it snowed just enough to be pretty and to let the Goldens romp about. Just enough for a GA girl to ask her husband to come home from work because it was snowing. He came home early, then said he probably could have stayed until his normal time to come home, it wasn't all that bad. He was just jealous because he missed the pretty snow flurry. :)

Saturday (1/19/08) it snowed again. This time it snowed all morning and almost all afternoon. The birds swarmed the birdfeeders, enough so that my husband had to refill the feeders in the snow. Brrrr. The Goldens loved it! They got to play in the snow again and even catch snowballs. Harry caught one and I got a great photo of him in action! The snow lasted well into Monday, very pretty, some of it melting, just enough to satisfy the desire to see snow on the ground.

Oh, I did go to the grocery store, but did not purchase loaf bread or milk. I purchased onions, beef stock, cheese (to make French Onion Soup), eye round roast (to make Holiday Roast with Gravy for our guest on Sunday), and Corning Ware bowls for the French Onion Soup.

Hammer, Saw, Glue, Nail

My darling husband has been working very diligently for the past two weeks on the dining room. Even though our house is a contemporary split-level 1970's style home, we are trying to remodel with a more traditional look. Our styles seem to lean toward Shaker, Craftsman, and Federal. Ok, so I am to blame for the Federal style.

The dining room has been in the works for a while, it currently has sub-flooring. The builders did a terrible job with the house, just ask my husband. The baseboard frame for the wainscoating is level, the subfloor is not. It will be interesting to see the final product! The wainscoating is up the wall to waist high with a wide board frame around it.

Our plans for the room is to paint the wide board frame, baseboard, window trims, and door trims the same color throughout the house. Because we could not decide what color to paint the room, the wainscoating will be the same color as the hallway and, eventually, the living room. The wall above the wainscoating will be a creamy yellow, the exact shade is yet to be determined. We are trying to decide between three different samples. Paint seems to be difficult for us to decide upon one choice and stick to that choice with confidence.

I am excited about the dining room being finished within a month or so. We will work on the floor after the walls are finished. I am not sure if we will paint before or after the flooring goes down. Then my husband is off to the workshop again, this time he will be working on our table. The table legs and apron are currently in a box in the computer room. Hopefully he can also make the china hutch if we don't find one at an antique store first. Then, when everything is finished, we can have a party!

Saturday, January 19, 2008

French Onion Soup

Today I made French Onion Soup from scratch (as my husband would willingly add). I have wanted to make it since I learned that it was one of his favorite soups. Even though it is snowing, I am inside preparing the soup, taking short breaks to help my husband pull wire (he is currently moving a switchplate in the dining room). This recipe is great for a romantic dinner, complete with tablecloth, cloth napkins, and candlelight.

The recipe was easy, I used too many onions. Next time I will use 2 cups or less of onions. I would also use a larger loaf of bread for the toast. The small French loaf from Kroger was too small for my liking. I didn't have dried thyme so I substitued sage. The cheese (Grueyer) was wonderful although I would use more cheese. My husband's suggestion was to serve with a Roast Beef sandwich next time. I used white wine in the soup, possibly a little more than called for. I tasted the wine and it wasn't to my liking so I poured the rest into the soup. When I tasted the soup, it did not need salt or pepper.

French Onion Soup for 4 - 6 people

8 onions, sliced
2 cloves garlic, minced
1/3 cup olive oil
2 tablespoons all-purpose flour
8 cups beef stock
1/4 cup dry white wine
1/2 teaspoon dried thyme
1 bay leaf
Salt and pepper
1 loaf French bread
2 cups grated Gruyere

Saute onions and garlic in oil over low heat until tender and golden yellow. Sprinkle flour over onions, cook a few minutes more, browning the flour well. Add stock and wine and bring to a boil, add thyme and bay leaf. Reduce heat, cover, and simmer gently for 20 minutes or so. Add salt and pepper, to taste.

Meanwhile, slice French bread into 3/4-inch slices and butter both sides. Toast slices on griddle until golden brown. Ladle soup into an ovenproof bowl, add toasted bread and cover with cheese. Place ovenproof bowl on a baking sheet lined with tin foil. Bake at 350 degrees F or 5 minutes under a hot broiler.

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Wednesday, January 16, 2008

School Begins, again

This week school begins for me, again. Hopefully I will be able to finish my degree soon. Working all day and going to school at night is not very fun. The only redeeming factor is that my dear husband works at night and I don't feel like I am neglecting him.

This semester I have 3 classes, 2 teachers. 2 classes, British Lit 2 and English Grammar are by the same teacher, the same day, only 15 minutes apart from each other. The teacher seems to be good (only one class) but does require homework and conducts a quiz for every class.

Right now, as I am finishing up my British Lit homework, I am trying to think of a hero in today's society. Several people have passed by the reception desk, I have asked a couple about their opinion. Sadly to say, we all have the same opinion, we can't think of a hero.

Saturday, January 5, 2008

Shrimp and Pasta

My husband loves shrimp. And pasta. After New Years Eve we had leftover Champagne so I decided to look for some way to use it in cooking. Cooking seafood is new for me. What am I saying? Cooking meals is new to me, although my husband doesn't think it is. He actually likes my experimentation. One good thing about my experiments, he tells me what he does and doesn't like. I don't mind. He hasn't hated anything I cooked, yet.

The next time I make this, possibly when we open the other bottle of Champagne we were given at our wedding, I will omit the mushrooms, add more Parmesan cheese. I substituted onions for shallots. Finding the shrimp, peeled, deveined, tailless was difficult and expensive. Next time I will look for frozen instead of fresh. While cooking the shrimp I had the undivided attention of Belle. I gave her a taste as I was putting the shrimp in the fridge, she is a definate fan of the dish.

I normally do not eat shrimp but this was a good dish. I would definitely make it again! I made the shrimp and pasta the night before, my plans were to send the dish with my husband since he told me he was working on Saturday. My plans were to make his crew jealous of his meal. Work was cancelled so I had an easy preparation for our Saturday night meal. It was easy - just reheat and serve. He did take leftovers to work on Monday.

Shrimp and Pasta in Champagne Sauce
8 ounces Pasta
1 tablespoon Olive oil
1 cup Mushroom, fresh, sliced
1 pound Shrimp, uncooked, peeled
1 1/2 cup(s) Champagne
2 tablespoon(s) Shallot(s), minced
2 Tomato(s), plum, diced
1/4 teaspoon Salt
1 cup Heavy cream
Parmesan, fresh, grated

Prepare pasta. Saute mushrooms in olive oil, remove and set aside. Combine shrimp, champagne and salt in the same pan and cook over high heat. When liquid starts to boil, remove shrimp. Add shallots and tomatoes to pan and cook until liquid is reduced to 1/2 cup (about 8-10 minutes). Add 3/4 cup of the cream and boil until slightly thickened (about 2 minutes). Add the shrimp and mushrooms and heat through. Take remaining 1/4 of cream and toss with pasta. Spoon shrimp and sauce over pasta and top with Parmesan cheese.