Today is my nine-month anniversary. This is a different kind of anniversary, one of a journey. My journey will never end as long as I live, and I will always remember that life taken away.On Feb.
Princeton refocuses the peculiar, teaspoon-sized details that compose your idea of home: what your laundry smells like coming out of the dryer, whether or not you put your elbows on the table during dinner and the last person you say goodnight to before falling asleep.
Ingredients:2 cups chopped onion 1 1/2 cups chopped celery stalks 1 pound sweet Italian sausage 5 cups crumbled yellow cornbread 1 cup lightly packed crumbs/cubes of fresh homemade-type lightweight white bread 2 eggs lightly beaten 2-3 tablespoons fresh sage, chopped 1/2 cup raisins soaked in sherry 3/4 cup chopped pecans 1 stick melted butter, salt and freshly ground pepper Directions:- Break up sausage meat and saute in frying pan (until color changes from reddish to gray). - Move into a large bowl. - In residual fat, saute onions until tender. - Add celery and saute for two more minutes. - Blend in the onions and celery with the sausage meat. - Add crumbled cornbread, white bread, eggs, sage, raison, and pecans. - Fold in melted butter. - Add salt and pepper to taste. - Bake ? do not stuff the bird ? at 350 degrees for 30-40 minutes until lightly browned.
In my house, we absolutely cannot sit down to Thanksgiving dinner without my dad's "special" grape juice ? two parts apple to one part Welch's grape (yes, it must be Welch's and yes, he can tell the difference). A friend of mine from home has another interesting tradition: Thanksgiving dinner at his house consists of seven different soup courses.
Ingredients:1 cup grits 3/4 jar Cheez Whiz 1/2 cup butter 2 eggs 1/2 cup milk 2 tablespoons liquid smoke Directions:- Cook the grits in four cups boiling water with one teaspoon salt for about three to five minutes. - Melt the butter and the cheese together, being careful not to burn either. - Beat the eggs and the milk together. - Add the eggs, milk, butter, cheese and liquid smoke to the grits. - Pour it all into a casserole. - Bake at 350 degrees for about 50 minutes.
"No One" was a good sign: The first single from Alicia Keys' new album "As I Am" has a great hook and a strong beat.
Entirely student-created, "The Captives of Ashland" is a rock musical written by Courtny Hopen '08 and Rich Lopez '09.
This weekend, go see eXpressions Dance Company light up the stage in its fall show "eXpressions on the Silver Screen." In each of the 13 pieces, the girls dance to music from the soundtrack of a different major motion picture from "Center Stage" to James Bond to Harry Potter.
Dear Sexpert,I've been with my boyfriend for about a year and a half now.
But how will the girls join the cheerleading squad if there's no football team?"Surprisingly, this was the question my mother encountered more than any other when she informed friends that her daughters would be attending the all-girls Hockaday School in Dallas, Texas.
Whenever I reveal that I attended an all-boys prep school for the six years before I came to college, the obvious question is whether I have difficulty dealing with the opposite sex.
It is the second half of the first semester, and the University is still trying to teach its freshmen about sex.
With a female-dominated administration, Princeton is moving away from its Old Boys' Club stereotype.
Gradismay n. /Grayed-diss-may/ Sense of panic upon viewing midterm grades.
W hen Harvard president Lawrence Summers suggested in 2005 that differences in the innate abilities of men and women might explain why fewer women succeed in careers in math and science, his remarks drew angry accusations of male chauvinism.
Oh, Britney. You really had us worried for a second there. First you put a lazy two-word sample on repeat and called it a single.
Transgender? Trans-gender? Trans-what? Okay. Let's break this down, so that the next time we meet, we won't have to spend a half-hour over an 800-calorie coffee drink dissecting the particulars of language and the politics of just trying to get through the day.
At a recent dinner at Colonial Club, I engaged in acts so vile, so reprehensible and so positively unacceptable in the high society of the Street that I can only describe them in print with the vaguest of terms.
