Back at my mother’s house; the Manor was a pretty large place. When I was taking care of her because of her cancer,I also took care of the place. Mowing 11 acres of grass. Refurbishing the “carriage house” and various outbuildings. Such as the “bath house” next to the pool, and the little “cabana (?)” near the tennis court.
Like I said, it was a really big place.
Today, I want to talk about one of those features of the manor. I would mow around it all the time. It was a little cement square platform, and on that platform was a birdbath and statue.
So yeah. The manor had a statue and water fountain in the front of the manor.
And for the most part, it was just a decoration that exists but no one paid attention to. Like the kids playhouse. Or this big bronze bell in the back yard. Or the various water pumps / fountains that were scattered all over the property.
Now, this statue was just something that I would mow around. And one day, well, I hit the side with the edge of the riding mower and the statue toppled. And as a result, one of the arms (the arm holding a dove or some other small bird) fell off.
So what did I do?
Well, it went a few months being one-armed until I figured that I could glue the arm back on. Now the statue was cement, and so I was perplexed in what to do. But, anyways, so I got some “crazy glue”; instant-stick glue. And yeah… it worked.
And life goes on.
And so I forget about it.
My mother died and the Manor was sold off at fire-house prices as I was under “custody” in prison at the time. And I hear (but am not sure) that the house was bought by the local football team and used as a weekend retreat.
But here’s a secret that no one knows about.
when I glued the arm onto the statue, I made an outline of my initials in the stone “armpit”. And now you all know. It’s public now.
And life moves on.
Today…
What don’t you want to do because of your age?
The first time I ever felt old was sitting in the cafeteria listening to the 20-something boys talk about what they wanted out of life. The three things were:
- Getting rich, not by working over an entire career, but by lucking in to the right dot.com like the apocryphal story of the first janitor at Amazon. (They thought they had lucked in, but our company died.)
- Buying a big, fancy car; a lexus or beamer, which they intended to use to get
- Sex without commitment.
None of these things made the slightest sense to me.
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Who won the US – China trade deal, 90 day ‘pause’ and who blinked and who has the leverage when it is over the Chinese ‘long game’ or Trump’s “Art of the Deal”?
A fair guess would be that at the Saturday meeting, He Lifeng told Bessent and Greer of China’s position, that if the US wants to fight, it will fight to the end, if US wants to talk, it is willing to talk, but US must first show sincerity, and clearly explained that sincerity means for the US to return to the situation prior to the unilateral tariffs of 2 April.
Credit to Bessent and Greer that they were able to convince Trump that this was China’s condition, not a negotiating position, and dared to recommend to Trump to accept it.
Trump as is well-known, is under grave domestic pressures, from the turmoil in the financial markets, the sinking exchange value of the dollar, the rising prices of consumer and intermediate goods, the warning by the major retailers of an impending shortage of goods, his own exemption of the tariff on smartphones, laptops and other electronic goods, and the supply chain problems face by the defense contractors and electronics majors, due to China’s ban and restrictions of the exports of rare earths minerals and magnets.
He was forced to acquiesce, otherwise Bessent and Greer would return home empty-handed. Hence, the good news on Sunday of the US-China tariff agreement the world dared not expect.
US cuts the tariff on China’s goods from 145% to 30%, being the 20% relating to Trump’s claim that China facilitates the inflow of precursors to make fentanyl, plus the 10% baseline rate. US reverts to the situation before the levy of the unilateral tariff of 2 April.
This convinces Lifeng that US was sincere, and reciprocated by cutting the tariff on US goods from 125% to 10%. He also agreed to rollback the export controls imposed on rare earths minerals and magnets.
US tariff cut does not apply to the 25% sector-specific tariffs on steel, aluminum, and automobile. The effect of these tariffs on China is minor. The countries worst affected are Mexico, Canada, Germany, Japan, and South Korea. UK has an agreement with the US which reduces the applicable tariff on these goods to the 10% baseline rate.
Round 1 is therefore a China win. But US did not really lose. Trump may have blinked, but the slide on his approval levels off. The stock market and the dollar index recover, albeit the bond market remains hesitant, the 10-year yield hovers around 4.5%. No doubt the retailers heave a sigh of relieve. But the fears of recession, inflation, and stagflation remain, even if they may drop a notch.
These remain pressure points for round 2 to prevent a collapse. If no agreement is reached during the 90-day suspension period, it will be extended. It may be that the aim to strike “a long-lasting and durable trade deal” is too ambitious. Something less would be settled in due course to enable a claim of success. The mechanism for the parties to discuss economic and trade issues would remain to discuss particular points that are bound to arise.
Trump is unpredictable. Who knows what he will do after he had shafted it to the Middle East countries. But he would be well-briefed of China’s strength and determination, especially that China is more able to decouple with the US than vice versa. He may get his conversations with Xi Jinping. But his attempt to destroy the multilateral WTO system has been frustrated. His idea to make an alliance of countries against China is dead. No one would trust him or the US. The tariff agreement with China shows he is all about the US, others are sacrificial lambs. It also shows that the huge US trade deficit is a weakness not the strength that Trump projects. Other countries should take note.
US may still play games, such as the announcement of revised rules and new restrictions of AI chips to China. China too can play games, such as to restrict exports of rare earths minerals to the US.
The most important point to note is that US and China are now on equal footing.
CRISIS! Brazil BLACKMAILS China & LOSES EVERYTHING — The $12B Economy Collapse
So Brazil decided to pull “an American” on China. Talk about being idiotic, stupid, and ill-informed.
What were they thinking? I guess those Brazilians must have brains made out of diarrhea.
To [1] copy the United States greed model (at best) or to [2] obey the United States neocons for a few million dollar bribe … doesn’t matter. It’s a new world, and the old dinosaurs as as stupid as a garbage can.
To follow the United States is to KILL your industry.
Moon Shattered
Written in response to
: “Set your story in a place where the weather never changes.“
Daniel Rogers
“You know it,” the Russian moved slowly with his hands in plain sight.
“Good. Make sure it stays that way.” They moved to the bar.
“Just because we’re prospectors,” the Russian shook his head. “Anyway, I don’t like killing a man without knowing his name.”
“Tango.”
“That’s not your real name.”
We locked eyes, measuring each other, killer to killer.
“I guess Tango will have to do. See you in the crater.”
I watched until he left the bar and called my company contact, Jeeves.
“The Russian just paid me a visit.”
“How unfortunate,” the British male voice sounded bored. “I’ll add a high-powered sniper rifle to your gear.”
“And a bullet-proof suit.”
“Those are hard to come by in a wasteland city, but I’ll see what I can do.”
“He took out Spec last month. Make it happen, or MoonCorp might never know if there are diamonds in that crater.”
“Spec? I didn’t know he was dead. That’s very unfortunate. Will you be able to deal with the Russian? Or should we hire another?”
“I’ll handle him. Just get me the suit.”
I took the monorail to the hotel district, watching my back. I wouldn’t put it past the Russian to make an attempt before we get anywhere near the crater. My gaze went to the projected blue sky and white puffy clouds of the city’s dome, reminding me of Earth. I’ve been here too long. I’m tired of fake sky. I know what’s on the other side-a wasteland of darkness and rocks, craters and chasms, hopelessness and death.
A drone flying outside my window shook me out of my ruminations. My instincts warned me to beware. Drones are as common in a lunar city as birds on Earth. However, a drone matching the speed and direction of a monorail doesn’t happen often, if at all.
Suddenly, two miniguns materialized from the drone. I ducked just as it opened fire. Shattered glass fell on me. Passengers screamed. I pulled my pistol, rolled the quad barrel to scattershot, and destroyed the drone. I scanned for more drones before holstering my gun.
After a grueling round of questions from the LTF, I finally made it to my hotel. The rifle and suit lay on my bed. These should give me an advantage in the crater, assuming I make it out of the city.
I grabbed the rifle to feel its weight and peered through the scope. To my horror, I spotted a gun pointed at me from the opposite building. I pulled the trigger. Nothing happened. I hadn’t loaded it. Just then, my window shattered, and a bullet grazed my cheek.
I fell to my knees and crawled to the corner, out of sight of the gunman. How is he always one step ahead of me? It’s like he knows where I’ll be before I do. Then it hit me-my phone. Jeeves gave it to me when I arrived. I almost threw it out the window, but then I had an idea.
I crawled to the edge of my bed, still out of sight of the window, loaded my rifle, and grabbed a drone from my gear bag under the bed. I secured my phone to the drone and entered Jeeves’ hotel coordinates.
If the gunman could track my phone, then he’d think I retreated to my safe house. I carefully used a mirror to see if he had gone. He had. I quickly dressed my wound to avoid questions, threw on my long jacket, and concealed my rifle.
I found a low-rise building whose roof would be perfect for my plan. I positioned myself and waited. An hour passed before the Russian took his shot. Jeeves’ window shattered exactly where the drone landed with my phone.
I saw the gun flash on the fifth floor of a building slightly to my right. I aimed for his head and fired. He instantly fell.
I walked to Jeeves’ place and looked through the shattered window. He lay in a pool of blood. The Russian hit him between the eyes—an instant kill. Jeeves betrayed me. It’s poetic justice that his asset killed him. The company who hired them must know there are diamonds in that crater. Or else, they would have never attempted to take me out in the city.
I hurried to the Russian before the LTF arrived. He lay where I shot him. For the first time in my career, the sight of death made me sick. He was just like me–a prospector. It’s just business. Nothing personal.
I saw myself lying in a pool of blood, like the Russian. I, too, will make a mistake one day and take one between the eyes. Suddenly, it began to feel very personal. I’ve had enough of this rock. The vultures can have it.
I looked back down at the Russian.
“Back at the bar, you asked for my real name. I don’t know why it’s important to you, but I owe you that much. It’s Tom. Nothing fancy. Just Tom.”
I left for the nearest shuttle port.
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Garlic Parmesan Chicken Pasta Recipe: A Creamy, Flavorful Delight
Imagine a cozy evening, with the soft glow of kitchen lights setting the mood. You pull a steaming pot of garlic parmesan chicken pasta from the stove, and the rich aroma of garlic, parmesan, and butter fills the air. The tender pieces of chicken are coated in a creamy sauce, the pasta is perfectly coated, and the entire dish looks so appetizing that it’s hard to resist. As you take that first bite, the combination of flavors—creamy, savory, and slightly spicy—hits your taste buds in all the right places.
This isn’t just any meal; it’s a recipe that becomes a comforting tradition. Garlic parmesan chicken pasta brings together creamy indulgence with bold, familiar flavors, making it the perfect meal for family dinners, special occasions, or simply a weeknight pick-me-up. Whether you’re a seasoned cook or a kitchen beginner, this recipe is foolproof and delivers a dish that feels like a luxury without the fuss. Let’s dive into how to create this flavorful masterpiece.
Is it offensive if I draw an East Asian person with eyes that are straight lines as a way to solely distinguish them from a white person that I also draw on paper?
Hi, Jason. Thanks for the very interesting question.
As a Chinese, I wouldn’t find it offensive if you drew East Asian people with lines for eyes.
I would just think you’re a bad artist.
I say this as someone who counts a group of very talented artists as colleagues.
Every single one of them has no problems drawing proper eyes on an East Asian person.
Which is what leads me to believe that in comparison, you’re just a terrible artist, with very little skill in drawing.
I have a couple of art channels I follow on Chinese social media platforms, and none of the artists ever seem to have any trouble drawing eyes on East Asian people:
There’s this artist I follow, who goes by the name Su and appears to be based in Beijing.
Like, nearly 99.99% of his art is just East Asian people, over and over again.
Conclusion:
You need to put in more hours of practice at drawing East Asian eyes, Jason.
Work hard, work smart, and may all your dreams come true.
Have a fantastic Monday ahead!
Shorpy
Why does the Sukhoi 30 MKI have so many maintenance issues?
India wanted more than just a fighter jet — it wanted control over the skies. Thus it teamed up with Russia and built the Su 30 MKI. But it didn’t stop there. French, Israeli and South African tech was added. Soon it became a flying mix of systems from around the world.
Sounds great right? How do you keep it all working together though? Not so easy. Russian engines could do all sorts of insane moves but they were high maintenance and impossible to repair. Eventually India tried to build the jets at home but early on things did not always fit or work the way they should.
Over time problems added up. Wires wore out. Software glitched. In some systems one just stopped talking to the other. It was more than turning a wrench — you had to know five different sorts of tech all at once.
Rewind a little bit to World War II. Planes were lonely back then because they were loud, clunky and flew low to survive. The pilots such as Gabby Gabreski flew just a little higher than the ground, alternately dodging trees and bullets. It was raw, risky flying. One thing hasn’t changed though: The war in the air looked different. It’s always skill, guts and a lot of work to stay alive up there.
Why doesn’t the Indian Air Force own American fighter planes such as F-16?
You go out for a nice dinner with your friends at one of the best restaurants in the city. You have enough budget to savor anything you want.
Being a sensible man, you order a soup, main course and a dessert… (Read Full)
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How will the Sino-U.S. trade negotiations impact the technology sector in both countries?
The China-US trade negotiations have had little impact on the US technology sector, but the US’s hatred of China has already seriously affected the US technology sector.
Harvard professor Charles M. Lieber, a leading figure in the field of nanoscience in the United States who was accused by the FBI of being a “Chinese spy”, has joined Tsinghua University Shenzhen International Graduate School.
Abandoning the US, More Scientists Go to China.
In the PNAS survey, more than one-third of Chinese scientists felt unwelcome in the United States, 72% felt “unsafe” as academic researchers, about 70% were “fearful” of US government investigations into researchers of Chinese descent, and 61% admitted having considered opportunities outside the United States. The report described this as “general feelings of fear and anxiety among scientists of Chinese descent in the United States.”
Even Americans themselves believe that in the long run, the sustained loss of talent could have a major detrimental impact on US scientific research.
Garlic Parmesan Chicken Pasta Recipe – A Perfectly Creamy Dish
Ingredients You’ll Need for Garlic Parmesan Chicken Pasta
To make this rich and creamy garlic parmesan chicken pasta, the right ingredients are essential. Here’s everything you’ll need to pull off a flawless dish: Indulge in gourmet dining at home with our Baked Spinach Mushroom Quesadillas
| Ingredient | Amount |
|---|---|
| Butter | 1 stick |
| Garlic (minced) | 6 cloves |
| Parmesan Cheese (grated) | 2/3 cup |
| Hot Sauce | 1-3 tbsp |
| Red Pepper Flakes | 1/2 tsp |
| Parsley (minced) | 2 tbsp |
| Penne Pasta | 1 lb |
| Chicken (breast or tenders) | 1.5 lbs |
| Poultry or All-Purpose Seasoning | 2 tbsp |
| Cream Cheese (cubed) | 8 oz |
| Heavy Cream | 1 cup |
| Reserved Pasta Water | 1/2 cup |
| Parmesan Cheese (for finishing) | 1/2 cup |
| Olive Oil | As needed |
| Salt and Pepper | To taste |
| Optional: Garlic Bread or Breadsticks | For serving |
These ingredients combine to create a dish that’s creamy, savory, and just the right amount of spicy. The hot sauce adds a bit of zing, while the parmesan cheese provides that signature rich flavor. Here’s a quick look at why these ingredients work so well together:
- Butter: Forms the foundation of your sauce, creating a rich, velvety texture.
- Garlic: Infuses the dish with a savory kick, a must for any garlic-lover.
- Parmesan Cheese: Adds depth and saltiness to the dish, enriching the creamy sauce.
- Cream Cheese & Heavy Cream: Provides the luxurious, creamy texture that makes the pasta irresistible.
- Red Pepper Flakes: Just enough heat to balance the richness and elevate the flavors.
How to Prepare the Perfect Garlic Parmesan Sauce
The key to this recipe is the garlic parmesan sauce—it’s what ties everything together and turns simple pasta into something extraordinary. Here’s how to make it:
- Melt the butter: Start by melting the butter in a medium bowl. Don’t let it melt completely at first; just let it soften to create a base for the sauce.
- Add garlic and seasonings: Toss in your minced garlic, grated parmesan cheese, hot sauce, red pepper flakes, and minced parsley. Stir everything together until fully combined.
- Set aside: Once it’s well-mixed, set the garlic parmesan sauce aside. You’ll come back to it later when you cook the chicken.
The beauty of this sauce lies in its simplicity, yet the blend of garlic, cheese, and a touch of heat creates a rich and satisfying flavor profile.
How to Prepare and Cook the Chicken
The chicken is the star of this dish, and it’s important to cook it just right. Here’s how to ensure your chicken is juicy, flavorful, and perfectly complements the creamy pasta:
- Season the chicken: Place the chicken breasts or tenders in a bowl or large zip-top bag. Add a few tablespoons of olive oil and a couple of spoonfuls of your favorite seasoning (whether it’s poultry seasoning or a blend of your own). Massage the seasoning into the chicken so every piece is evenly coated.
- Cook the chicken: Heat some olive oil in a large skillet over medium heat. Once the oil is hot, add the chicken and cook for about 3-4 minutes on each side until golden brown. The goal here is to get a nice sear on the chicken, locking in the flavor.
- Add garlic parmesan sauce: Once the chicken is browned on both sides, reduce the heat to low. Spoon a heaping portion of the garlic parmesan sauce into the skillet, allowing it to melt and infuse into the chicken. This will add flavor and moisture to the chicken, making it incredibly tender.
- Check the internal temperature: Use a meat thermometer to check that the internal temperature of the chicken has reached 165°F, which should take about 6-8 minutes total. Once done, set the chicken aside under tented foil to rest. Then, dice it into bite-sized pieces.
Letting the chicken rest ensures it stays juicy and tender, absorbing all the flavors of the sauce as it cooks.
How to Make the Creamy Garlic Parmesan Pasta Sauce
Now it’s time to bring everything together with the creamy sauce that coats the pasta and chicken. Here’s how to make it:
- Combine cream cheese and heavy cream: In the same skillet you used to cook the chicken, add the softened cream cheese and heavy cream. Stir until the cream cheese starts to melt and the mixture becomes smooth.
- Simmer and combine: Allow the sauce to simmer on low heat for a few minutes, stirring occasionally. This will help the flavors blend together, creating a creamy base for the chicken and pasta.
- Add diced chicken: Once the sauce is smooth and creamy, toss in your diced chicken, mixing it well so it’s coated with the sauce.
- Add pasta water: Don’t forget to reserve about 1/2 cup of pasta water before draining the penne. This starchy water will help thicken the sauce and ensure that the pasta sticks to the sauce.
- Add pasta: Stir in the cooked penne pasta, tossing everything together so the pasta is fully coated in the creamy sauce.
The creamy pasta sauce should be rich and velvety, with the chicken seamlessly blending into the pasta. This is where the magic happens!
Finishing Touches: Adding Flavor and Texture
To elevate your garlic parmesan chicken pasta even further, here are a few final touches to enhance the flavor and presentation:
- Extra parmesan cheese: For that extra burst of flavor, sprinkle in a generous handful of grated or shredded parmesan cheese. This will enhance the richness of the sauce.
- Fresh parsley: Add a sprinkle of fresh minced parsley. Not only does it add color and freshness, but it also brightens up the dish and balances out the richness.
- Red pepper flakes: If you want a little more heat, don’t hesitate to add an extra pinch of red pepper flakes.
- Serve with garlic bread or breadsticks: For the perfect pairing, serve your garlic parmesan chicken pasta with crispy garlic bread or warm breadsticks. They’re perfect for mopping up any leftover sauce.Serving Suggestions for Garlic Parmesan Chicken Pasta
To make your garlic parmesan chicken pasta a complete meal, consider these serving suggestions:
- Garlic bread or breadsticks are ideal for soaking up the creamy sauce and making the meal feel even more indulgent.
- Pair it with a simple salad to balance out the richness of the pasta and chicken. A green salad with lemon vinaigrette works well here.
- For the wine lovers, a light white wine like Sauvignon Blanc or Chardonnay will complement the creamy texture of the pasta and the subtle heat from the red pepper flakes.
FAQs: All Your Garlic Parmesan Chicken Pasta Questions Answered
Can I make this dish ahead of time?
Yes, you can prepare the chicken and sauce in advance. Store them separately in airtight containers in the refrigerator. When you’re ready to serve, simply reheat the chicken and sauce together, and toss in the cooked pasta. You may need to add a splash of cream or pasta water to refresh the sauce.
Can I use a different type of pasta?
Absolutely! Penne works great for this recipe, but feel free to use any pasta you prefer—spaghetti, fettuccine, or even rigatoni would work well. Just make sure to cook it al dente for the best texture.
How can I make the dish spicier?
If you love spice, increase the amount of hot sauce or red pepper flakes. You can also add a diced jalapeño or chili peppers to the garlic parmesan sauce for an extra kick.
Can I substitute the chicken for something else?
Yes! Feel free to swap the chicken for another protein. Shrimp, turkey, or even grilled vegetables make great alternatives. Just adjust the cooking times accordingly.
How do I store leftovers?
Store leftovers in an airtight container in the refrigerator for up to 3 days. Reheat gently on the stove with a little cream or water to restore the sauce’s creamy texture.
Conclusion: Why This Garlic Parmesan Chicken Pasta Will Become a Family Favorite
In conclusion, garlic parmesan chicken pasta is more than just a meal; it’s a comforting experience that brings warmth and satisfaction to your kitchen. The creamy, flavorful sauce, tender chicken, and perfectly cooked pasta come together to create a dish that is both indulgent and simple. Whether you’re cooking for a family dinner or preparing a special treat for yourself, this dish is sure to impress.
Blackberry Basil Ricotta Pizza: A Sweet and Savory Delight
Pizza is a classic comfort food that we all love. Whether it’s a simple cheese pizza, a hearty meat lover’s slice, or a veggie-loaded delight, there’s no denying the universal appeal of this dish. But what if you could elevate your pizza experience? Imagine combining the best of both worlds—the rich, creamy flavors of cheese, the brightness of fresh herbs, and the unexpected sweetness of ripe blackberries. This Blackberry Basil Ricotta Pizza brings together these contrasting flavors into one harmonious bite. It’s the perfect balance between savory and sweet, offering a unique twist on a familiar favorite.
Have you ever been stuck in a pizza rut, making the same classic pie every weekend? This recipe will change that! Whether you’re cooking for a casual dinner or a special occasion, this pizza will impress your guests and satisfy your cravings for something new. If you’re a fan of fresh, seasonal ingredients and enjoy exploring new flavor combinations, you’re in for a treat. Let’s dive in and explore how to make this delicious and unique pizza. Indulge in gourmet dining at home with our Baked Spinach Mushroom Quesadillas
What Makes Blackberry Basil Ricotta Pizza Special?
There’s something magical about combining fresh, seasonal ingredients in a dish like pizza. The Blackberry Basil Ricotta Pizza stands out because of its surprising ingredients and balance of flavors. Let’s break down why this pizza is so special and what makes it a standout choice for your next meal.
Fresh, Seasonal Ingredients
The key to this pizza’s success is the use of fresh, seasonal ingredients. Blackberries bring a naturally sweet and slightly tart flavor, which contrasts beautifully with the richness of the cheeses. Fresh basil adds an aromatic, herbal note that complements the blackberries, enhancing their sweetness while balancing the overall flavor. The combination of these ingredients creates a pizza that’s both refreshing and indulgent.
The Perfect Blend of Cheeses
Instead of the traditional tomato sauce and mozzarella, this pizza uses a blend of cheeses that provide a creaminess and depth of flavor. Parmesan brings a sharp, nutty bite, while mozzarella (or Swiss cheese) adds a smooth, melt-in-your-mouth texture. The real star, however, is ricotta. Dolloped over the pizza, it adds a creamy richness that ties all the ingredients together.
A Unique Flavor Combination
It’s the pairing of sweet blackberries with savory cheeses and fresh herbs that really sets this pizza apart. The juicy, ripe blackberries create a tangy contrast to the cheese, while the basil offers a fresh burst of flavor. The green onions add a mild, oniony crunch, further balancing the sweetness of the blackberries.
If you’re tired of the same old pizza toppings and want to experiment with something new, this pizza is for you. It’s the perfect fusion of savory and sweet, and it might just become your new favorite pizza recipe.
Ingredients for Blackberry Basil Ricotta Pizza
Now that you know why this pizza is so special, let’s talk about the ingredients you’ll need to make it. You don’t have to go to a specialty store to find these items—most of them are available at your local grocery store, and they’re all easy to work with.
A Simple List of Ingredients You’ll Need
| Ingredient | Quantity | Notes |
|---|---|---|
| Olive oil | 1 tablespoon | For brushing the pizza dough |
| Blackberries (smashed) | 1/2 cup | Fresh, ripe berries for the base |
| Blackberries (whole) | 1/2 cup | To top the pizza |
| Parmesan cheese, shredded | 1 cup | Adds a sharp, tangy flavor |
| Swiss or mozzarella cheese | 1 cup | Creamy, mild cheese for texture |
| Ricotta cheese | 3/4 cup | For dolloping on the pizza |
| Green onions, chopped | 1/4 cup | For a fresh, oniony crunch |
| Salt | 1/2 teaspoon (to taste) | Enhances the flavors |
| Pepper | To taste | For seasoning |
| Fresh basil, chopped | 2-3 tablespoons | For garnish after baking |
| Pizza dough | 1 ball (about 12-inch) | Homemade or store-bought dough |
Why These Ingredients Work Together
Each ingredient in this recipe plays a crucial role in balancing the overall flavor profile of the pizza. The olive oil provides a rich base, while the smashed blackberries replace traditional pizza sauce with a sweet, juicy spread. The cheeses melt together to create a creamy and flavorful topping, while the green onions and basil add fresh, aromatic notes. The salt and pepper are essential for seasoning the pizza to perfection.
How to Make Blackberry Basil Ricotta Pizza: Step-by-Step Directions
Making this Blackberry Basil Ricotta Pizza is simple, but the result is impressive. Here’s how to bring this delicious pizza to life, from start to finish.
Step 1: Preheat the Oven
Preheat your oven to 450°F (230°C). If you have a pizza stone, place it in the oven as it preheats. This will ensure your pizza bakes evenly and gets a crispy crust. If you don’t have a pizza stone, a baking sheet will work just fine.
Step 2: Roll Out the Dough
On a floured surface, roll out your pizza dough into a 12-inch circle. If you’re using store-bought dough, make sure it’s at room temperature so it’s easier to stretch. For convenience, place the dough on a sheet of parchment paper—this will help you transfer the pizza to the oven later.
Step 3: Brush with Olive Oil
Drizzle the olive oil over the top of the dough and use your fingers or a pastry brush to spread it evenly, making sure to coat the edges as well. This step ensures the crust will be golden and crispy once baked.
Step 4: Add the Smashed Blackberries
Use a fork to mash 1/2 cup of blackberries in a bowl. You don’t need to get them perfectly smooth—some chunkiness is fine. Use the fork or a slotted spoon to ladle the blackberry pulp onto the dough. Spread it evenly, just like you would with pizza sauce. Be sure to avoid using too much juice, but don’t throw it out—sip it as a refreshing treat!
Step 5: Add the Cheeses
Sprinkle 1 cup of Parmesan and 1 cup of mozzarella (or Swiss cheese) evenly over the smashed blackberries. Make sure the cheese covers the entire surface of the pizza, including the edges. This will create a deliciously gooey, cheesy topping.
Step 6: Dollop the Ricotta
Use a spoon to add small dollops of ricotta cheese over the pizza. You don’t need to make it perfect—just place the ricotta in a few spots to ensure every bite has a bit of this creamy cheese.
Step 7: Add the Toppings
Place the remaining whole blackberries on top of the pizza, followed by the chopped green onions. Sprinkle the pizza with salt and pepper to taste. The green onions will provide a slight crunch, while the blackberries will continue to burst with sweetness.
Step 8: Bake the Pizza
Carefully transfer the pizza (still on the parchment paper) onto your preheated pizza stone or baking sheet. Bake for 8-10 minutes, or until the crust is golden and the cheese is bubbly. If you prefer a crispier top, you can broil the pizza for an additional 1-2 minutes at the end.
Step 9: Garnish with Fresh Basil
Once the pizza is out of the oven, sprinkle freshly chopped basil over the top. The basil adds a burst of freshness and a lovely pop of color. Slice the pizza, serve, and enjoy the deliciousness you’ve just created!
Tips for the Perfect Blackberry Basil Ricotta Pizza
To ensure your Blackberry Basil Ricotta Pizza turns out perfectly every time, here are a few helpful tips:
- Dough Tips: If you’re using store-bought dough, make sure it’s at room temperature before you start working with it. This makes it easier to roll out and shape.
- Cheese Variations: If you don’t have mozzarella or Swiss cheese, feel free to use fontina, gouda, or even goat cheese for a different flavor profile. Just keep in mind that each cheese will bring its own unique taste and texture.
- Add Protein: If you want to add some protein to the pizza, try adding prosciutto or grilled chicken on top before baking.
- Make Ahead: You can prepare the pizza dough and toppings ahead of time. Store the dough in the fridge for up to 24 hours, and prep the toppings the day before. This makes assembly much quicker!
Nutritional Breakdown of Blackberry Basil Ricotta Pizza
One of the best things about making your own pizza is knowing exactly what’s going into it. Here’s a basic nutritional breakdown:
- Calories: Approximately 320 kcal per serving
- Protein: A good source of protein thanks to the cheese
- Healthy Fats: Olive oil adds healthy fats
- Fiber: Blackberries are a great source of fiber, which is essential for digestion
Why You’ll Love This Recipe
If you’re tired of the same old pizza options, this Blackberry Basil Ricotta Pizza offers something fresh and exciting. It’s easy to make, uses fresh, seasonal ingredients, and combines sweet and savory flavors in a way that will surprise and delight you. Whether you’re cooking for a weeknight meal or planning a special occasion, this pizza is sure to impress.
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Are you craving something new and exciting for dinner tonight? This Blackberry Basil Ricotta Pizza is the perfect dish to try! It’s simple, flavorful, and sure to be a hit with anyone who loves fresh ingredients and bold flavors. Give it a go, and don’t forget to share your experience with us—snap a photo of your pizza and tag us on social media! Your taste buds will thank you.
Sir Whiskerton and the Pig’s Poop Polka: A Tale of Rhythm, Regret, and One Very Confused Pig
Ah, dear reader, steel your stomachs for a tale so biologically rhythmic that even the flies demanded a formal apology. Today’s adventure features a pig’s digestive schedule, three mice with questionable artistic standards, and a conga line that crossed every line of decency. So, grab your nose plugs and join me for Sir Whiskerton and the Pig’s Poop Polka: A Tale of Rhythm, Regret, and One Very Confused Pig.
The Trigger
It was high noon on the farm—a time when Porkchop the Pig upheld his sacred post-lunch ritual: The Great Digestive Symphony.
With a contented sigh, he assumed the position.
PLOP.
A single, resounding plop.
To most, this was just agricultural inevitability. But to Tito Tango, Paco Cha-Cha, and Carlos Conga, the three blind mice with a passion for percussion, it was the opening note of nature’s greatest hit.
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“¡MÚSICA NATURAL!” Tito bellowed, his tiny sunglasses glinting.
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“¡ES EL LATIDO DE LA TIERRA!” Paco swooned, tossing his fake rose onto the pile like a very confused Grammy.
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“¡LA CONGA DE LA VIDA!” Carlos roared, spinning his sombrero-tailed chaos into motion.
And thus began the 30-minute poop polka.
The Dance of the Damned
The mice shimmied. They shaked. They recruited gnats as backup dancers.
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Porkchop, mid-business, froze. “I feel… honored. And slightly violated.”
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Gnomeo, watching from a safe distance, gagged. “I’ve seen cultures. This isn’t one.”
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Sir Whiskerton, peeking from the barn, muttered: “I’ve solved murders less disturbing than this.”
The gnats, caught up in the frenzy, formed a buzzing mariachi band.
The Climax (and the Farmer’s Intervention)
The chaos reached its peak when:
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Carlos attempted a backflip (landed directly in the pile).
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Paco declared his love for the “mysterious, musky muse” (Porkchop slowly backed away).
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Tito tried to crowdsurf on the gnats (they dropped him into a trough).
The Farmer, drawn by the unholy noise, arrived just in time to see Porkchop wearing a gnat crown.
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“What in the hot compost is happening here?!”
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“Art,” the mice said in unison.
The Moral (and the Lingering Smell)
Moral of the Story? Some things should not be celebrated.
(The mice were banished to the compost pile, which they immediately declared a five-star dance club.)
The End.
Post-Credit Scene:
The mice mistake Chef Remy’s bubbling soup for a boiling tango. The resulting explosion coats them in glow-in-the-dark noodles.
Best Lines:
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“I feel honored… and slightly violated.” – Porkchop, existential pig
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“I’ve seen cultures. This isn’t one.” – Gnomeo, disgusted gnome
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“Art.” – Mice, delusional artists
Starring:
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Tito Tango (Maestro of Misery)
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Paco Cha-Cha (Poet of the Poop Pile)
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Carlos Conga (Trough-Diving Champion)
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Porkchop (Unwilling Muse)
Key Jokes:
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The gnats form a “Buzz-tista Band” (their tiny trumpets are straws).
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Sir Whiskerton burns his monocle to erase the memory.
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Bessie calls it “performance art” and offers mood-ring reviews.
P.S.
Remember: If your dance moves require a hazmat suit, you’ve gone too far.
How successful are the Chinese in making the countries of the world minus the US the common friend?
Well, this is a matter of push-pull.
Few will disagree if I characterize Donald’s MAGA as America First, if not America Only.
In other words, the rest of the world can burn if it keeps America warm at night.
Donald in his second coming has been doing more than the usual to push others away, including NATO and Five Eyes allies.
Even Singapore has uncharacteristically rebuked Washington publicly, with the PM on record saying “this is not what you do to a friend”. I don’t remember any of our previous PMs taking such a harsh tone with America.
It must be remembered that diplomacy is a matter of weighing benefit, and once America tips the scales into liability, states will jump ship faster than one cheer “hallelujah”.
If countries cannot earn dollars, they will pivot to other currencies, and dollar recirculation will be disrupted. That’s simple economics.
China doesn’t need to lift a finger when America is pushing others into the Chinese orbit DELIBERATELY.
I say again, DELIBERATELY.
Out.
Can I Have Your Attention Please
Written in response to: “Start your story with the lines: “The room is unfamiliar. I don’t know how I got here.”“
Jan Keifer
He pushes another button on the box and the wall opens, revealing an audience people. Spinning me around, he looks at the audience and says, “Can I have your attention, please.” All is quiet. “What do you say, Sam. Are you ready to go for level four? You have a hundred thousand now, do you want to risk all to continue. What do you say? Yes or No?”
I thought about how strange the last three levels were. I saw my parents in the front row nodding their heads. I hear myself say, “Yes!”
The room is unfamiliar. I don’t know how I got here. I don’t remember anything from my past. A bed, table, and chair sit in the middle of the room I sit down in the chair and the chair tilts down ejecting me through the a hole. I land about twenty feet down in another room. I look around and see four doors, one on each wall. I choose the first one I see. The area beyond the door is alive with sounds. It’s a rainforest and I am staring a crouching tiger, ready to pounce. I run. I jump a ravine and fall. I underestimated how far the other side was. I fall into a river at the bottom of the ravine.
I hurry, swimming towards the shoreline. I hear a splash behind me and turn, watching in horror, seeing the tiger swimming towards me. Reaching the shore I pull myself out of the water and take off. I don’t turn to look back. I grab a vine and swing over the next ravine and drop. I stop, panting hard and look back. There’s the tiger glaring at me. I wasn’t sure the tiger could cross the ravine so I run. I find a tree and climb up and look down. The tiger had given up and gone away. I lay my head back on the trunk of the tree and close my eyes.
I open my eyes and I’m back in the unfamiliar room. A man sits by the table. He gets up and holds out his hand.
“I would like to congratulate you on making it to level four. Only a few people have ever made it to level four.”
I push him away and yell, “Who are you? What’s happening to me?”
He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a box and pushes a button. “Sorry, I always forget to restore your memories.”
I am getting a sense that I should be remembering something. My brain is still trying to piece everything together when it suddenly freezes up on the scene of a tiger ready to pounce on me. I scream and push the man down and run. I hit the wall and bounce back falling to the floor.
“Sam? Sam, are you okay? The man says.
“Your name is Tom.” I say. My memory starts filling in the blanks.
“Yes it is. Sorry, it’s a side-effect of the process.” He takes my arm and pushes another button on the box. The wall disappears, revealing the audience. They all rise and applaud and I can hear chanting, “More, More.”
“Yes, folks, here his is. Now, will he continue? Sam will you walk away with your winnings or will you triple it by completing level five. A moment of silence ladies and gentlemen while he contemplates the decision. Sam you now have two hundred thousand and if you complete level five you will walk away with six hundred thousand. What will it be? You have fifteen seconds to decide.”
A large display on a screen behind my head started the countdown. You could hear the murmuring in the crowd as they whispered among themselves and placed side bets on my decision. I thought about the last level. It didn’t seem that scary now that I could look at it logically. There was an escape route and all I had to do was escape. I just needed to think, which I was very good at. I heard myself yell, “YES!” The audience roared. I closed my eyes relishing the attention.
The room is unfamiliar. I don’t know how I got here. There is a table, a chair, and a bed. I go over to the bed and sit down and fall through the frame. I continue falling through the floor and falling hard at the bottom of another room. My leg is twisted at a crazy angle and my head is swimming. I see a door. I stand and test my leg. It hurts but I’m able to walk. I walk through the door and fall.
I cradle my head and curl up into a fetal position to try and brace for the impact. I land in front of a herd of strange animals. They ignore me as I look around. I hear a noise. The animals stampede in my direction. I run also. I dive behind a rock and cover my head, coming out once they have passed.
There is a horrific beast staring at me. It growls and I run. I head for the trees. The creature chases me. I grab onto the nearest branch of the first tree and swing myself up on the limb and start climbing up. Hoping that the beast can’t climb trees. To my horror, I see it climbing up.
All the trees are somewhat interconnected and I start racing from tree to tree. I check the progress of my protagonist. It’s not as as fast in the trees. The ground is close now and I jump down.
I hear a thud as the creature jumps to the ground. I start looking for anything that I can use as a weapon. I will have to kill this thing before I can rest. A branch falls and I grab it up. It has a sharpened point where it split from the tree. It seems sturdy enough to use as a spear. I stop and brace myself. The creature runs onto the spear impaling itself, dying. I close my eyes.
I hear clapping and open my eyes. The room is unfamiliar. I don’t know how I got here. A man sits on a chair by the table. He stands up, takes my hand and shakes it.
“I congratulate you on making it to level five. Fewer people have ever made it this far. What you did with that branch was amazing.”
He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a box and pushes a button. “Okay Sam. How was your experience? Are you okay? You’re looking a little pale.”
I am getting a sense that I should be remembering something. I take a deep breath. My head is spinning and my leg is throbbing.
“Where am I?” I ask.
“Come with me, Sam. You will remember everything in just a moment.” He pushes another button and the wall disappears and a roar goes up from the audience.
My brain resets and I look down and see my parents looking up at me solemnly.
“Sam, are you going to make your parents proud and go to the next level. You have only one left. I will tell you now. Only two people have ever made it back from level six. One billion. Will you be the third in our game? I will put five minutes on the clock this time and you can go over and discuss it with whomever you choose this time. While you are deciding we will take a quick break to check in with our sponsors.” He cues the camera crews and then leads Sam over to his parents who are climbing up onto the stage.
“Mom, dad, I don’t know. It’s a lot of money. We could live in a better place.” I thought about what would happen if I didn’t survive the next level. They were holding me and crying.
I finally said, “I have to. I will survive. My survival instincts are good.”
Tom, cued the camera crews and everyone got back to their seats. I walked over and took my place beside Tom.
“Well folks, here he is with his decision. Sam, what will it be. Are you going to risk it all to complete level six the very last level worth one billion dollars? I need your answer, now.”
“Yes!” I say, closing my eyes.
I hear a grating noise and open my eyes. The room is unfamiliar. I don’t know how I got here. There is no furniture and the floors are smooth. I finally get tired of looking for a way out and sit down against a wall and close my eyes listening for a moment.
I open my eyes and flail my arms about to try and stop the fall. My body is plummeting rapidly to the room below. I cradle my head and roll up trying to protect myself from the impact. I hit the bottom and cry out. I didn’t break any bones, but I hurt. A ladder hangs over me. I am hurting too much to attempt climbing the ladder so my only option is the door in the wall.
I go to the door and open it slowly. It leads to a meadow. A river is flowing to the side and there are deer grazing. I walk out head towards the river. I squat down and put my hand in the water. The water is icy. I am trying to remember how I got here.
I hear a growl that stands my hair on ends. I turn and see a large wolf looking at me and snarling. I could never run without the wolf catching me. I do the only thing left I jump into the river. I see the wolf running towards me. I swim. The water is so cold that I am having trouble breathing. The wolf is running beside the river following me and waiting for me to come to shore. I swim faster, trying to get to the other side, but my body is cold and I am having more trouble moving my arms and legs. My teeth are chattering and I know I am not going to make it. I sink to the bottom and realize, I’m in waist-deep water, a hundred yards from where I jumped in. The wolf is there trying to decide if it is worth getting wet to come after me. I stand and struggle to make my legs carry me to the other side so I can pull myself out of the river. I stumble and fall and swim to the other side. The wolf sits down on the other side and howls. The sound hurts my ears and I cringe. I make myself crawl out of the water. I start scooching backwards and come to a stop against a tree. I look up and see my salvation. I pull myself up and grab the side of the tree and start climbing the tree. I get about twenty feet off the ground and look down. A pack of wolves have arrived. Braving the water, they now sit at the base of the tree. They try to climb the tree and fail. Finally they leave. I climb further and find a decent limb to spread out on. I close my eyes.
I hear a noise and open my eyes. The room is unfamiliar. I don’t know how I got here. A man is coming to me grinning.
“Welcome back. Sam you have done amazingly well. That was incredible how you jumped in the river. That was ingenious thinking on your part. That is the kind of thinking we need in our newest colony. You earned a seat on the next transport. You will have to sign a non disclosure agreement on everything that happened here. All you can say is that you won the money. Do you understand? We only have so many spots available in the new colony. This is how we choose the brightest minds.”
I could hear everything he said and I was reveling in my moment. I was going to the new colony that was all that mattered. Tom pushed a button on his box and the wall disappeared one last time. The audience surged the stage and his parents were up on the stage and grabbing him as he walked forward.
“I did it. Did you see? I made it.” I yelled above the crowd, as my parents joined me. I shook Tom’s hand and smiled for the camera then signed the non-disclosure agreement on the podium.
I hear a coughing noise and open my eyes. The room is unfamiliar. But I know how I got here. I am on the transport ship with my parents heading to our new lives.
What should I start doing early?
- Have as much fucking fun as possible because what’s the point of living if you never have fun? Don’t wait to have fun; life is short enough.
- Investing in the stock market, i.e., index funds. If you invest 10% of your monthly wage, you’ll be a millionaire in 30–40 years.
- Getting in the best shape possible. Socrates said, “It is a disgrace for a man to grow old without seeing the beauty and strength of which his body is capable.” Why would you not want to look and feel your best?
- Going on daily walks, even just 30 minutes per day, is the most effective stress buster I know. Aristotle, Friedrich Nietzsche, and many other great minds included daily walks in their routines.
- Speaking to friends and family, and building and maintaining relationships. Even just texting one person per day goes a long way. Isolation kills, and no man is an island, so reach out to others.
- Having a side hustle. If you’ve got a consistent job, great, but there’s no harm in putting your effort into something on the side—it may even be writing. If you’re a success, great, but if you aren’t, you’ve got a job anyway to support you, and as you’re investing, you’ll eventually be rich anyway.
- Investing in yourself. I know this is cliche, but it’s true, the more you know, the more you can do, and the more you can do, the more opportunities you’ll have to succeed. Read good literature, take courses, etc. Once you have the know-how, remember to take action.
- Travel—You want to travel when you look and feel your best. You don’t want to travel when you’re old, fragile, and frail. It’s better to travel when health isn’t an obstacle.
- Quitting bad habits ie smoking, heavy drinking and watching porn. You can cause lots of damage to your brain and body if you never break these habits. Cut yourself free of them asap.
- Cut your credit cards in half and avoid lending except when buying a house with a mortgage. You do not want to pay the extortionate interest that credit cards charge; investing that spare capital is better.