Ukrainian visitor to the Alamo says 'This is where Texas begins,' adds that the battle is 'like Ukraine'
'Remember the Alamo!' — and remember it we do in movies, TV series and myths; it's also worth rethinking
You can spend days meandering the River Walk in San Antonio.
he most famous building in Texas is smaller than you expect, and it's
about as pretty as your average California mission. In fact, it was
once a mission, though these days it stands across the street from an
unholy row of Ripley's and Guinness tourist operations. You can cover it
in about two hours.Yes, it's the Alamo. And yes, it's worth remembering — and maybe some rethinking too.
This
is where William Travis, David "Davy" Crockett, Jim Bowie and about 200
other rebels died fighting for Texas sovereignty against a Mexican
force of perhaps 1,800 soldiers, perhaps 6,000. Ever since that day in
1836, statesmen, stateswomen and storytellers have embraced the Alamo as
a symbol of doomed bravery.
The
story won over Fess Parker, who starred in a '50s Disney miniseries
about Crockett, and John Wayne, who directed and starred in a movie
version of the Alamo story in 1960. And it spoke to pop star Phil
Collins, who grew up in England watching Parker on TV. He spent a
fortune acquiring 200 artifacts of the battle and of Texas history, then
last month handed them over to the state of Texas.
The Collins
collection includes letters from Travis, a rifle of Crockett's, a knife
of Bowie's and a sword that belonged to Mexican leader Antonio López de
Santa Anna. State officials hope to build a museum to show it all off,
but no new building will displace the Alamo's facade as an emblem of the
West.
This made it a natural stop for Times photographer Mark
Boster and me on our campaign to explore some of the West's most
enduring icons. We spent three fall days in San Antonio, sifting history
and myth, nosing around mission ruins, roaming the River Walk and
admiring landmarks that turn out, like the Alamo, to be old buildings in
their second lives.
First stop was the remnants of the old Alamo compound, much of which
was gobbled up by shops and streets in San Antonio's early decades.
Nowadays, the landmark, which is free to visit, is surrounded by urban
San Antonio and dwarfed by the tall, slender Emily Morgan Hotel to the
north and the low, rambling Menger Hotel to the south.
You begin
with the Alamo's focal point, the former church with the weathered
facade that's now known as the shrine of Texas liberty. It was built by
Spanish missionaries and Coahuiltecan Indians in the 18th century as the
chapel of the Mission San Antonio de Valero. But the mission didn't
last, so the roofless building was pressed into service as a garrison
for Spanish troops, then Mexican troops and then, in 1836, a band of
rebels aiming to pry Texas from Mexico and establish a republic.
Inside
the shrine, gentlemen are instructed to remove their hats. In dim
light, visitors inspect a knife associated with Bowie, a vest that
belonged to Crockett and a row of flags that honor the dead rebels. Many
of them had recently arrived from Tennessee and elsewhere (including
former Tennessee congressman Crockett); most expected to be paid for
their services with big chunks of land; and many had not-so-heroic
histories (including the slave-trading knife-fighter Bowie, who was sick
in bed when the battle took place). But there's no denying the
extremity of their last chapter, holed up in the ruined mission compound
for 13 days as enemy troops massed nearby.
Nowadays, the shrine has a solid roof over it, a gift shop next door
(faux coonskin caps, $12.99) and a well-tended garden all around. But as
you wander through the shrine, or linger by the neighboring long
barracks building (which was closed for improvements during my visit but
houses a collection of Alamo artifacts), it's not hard to imagine the
scene.
"This
is where Texas begins," I heard somebody say with an accent I couldn't
immediately place. It was Dennis Kozinski, who had come to town from his
native Ukraine. He was sporting cowboy boots and a silver belt buckle —
but he was thinking about the Ukrainian troops, outnumbered along the
Russian border in recent months.
"It's like Ukraine," he said of
the Alamo battle. "Before this moment, they were not sure. But this
moment, being against 5,000 Mexicans, they were sure. Being against all
that, it brings them together."
"Victory or death," Travis, the
rebels' commander, wrote in a letter seeking reinforcements during the
siege. But reinforcements never came, or at least not enough to make a
difference. When Santa Anna's troops charged on March 6 — with orders to
take no prisoners — the rebels did what they could with cannons,
muskets and swords, killing as many as 600 of the attackers. But it was
over quickly.
By
most accounts, every rebel fighter was killed that morning. But the
recollections of surviving women, children, slaves and Mexican soldiers
were hazy and often conflicting, leaving historians to endlessly debate
who died when, where and how. Some people believe the Alamo defenders'
ashes are at nearby San Fernando Cathedral; many don't.
This
much is clear, though: Six weeks later, revenge-seeking rebels
prevailed in the Battle of San Jacinto, took Santa Anna prisoner and
proclaimed Texas a republic. Nine years later, the U.S. annexed Texas.
Twelve years later, in 1848, the U.S. won the Mexican-American War.
To
see what San Antonio has been up to since then, just look around Alamo
Plaza, where you'll see stately buildings from the late 19th and early
20th centuries, some of them now occupied or neighbored by Ripley's and
Guinness.
Activists at http://www.alamoplazaproject.com
would like to replace these businesses with a replica of the Alamo's
western wall, which once stood there. Richard Bruce Winders, historian
and curator of the Alamo, told me the block "presents a sort of problem
for the Alamo." But, he continued, "This is America. Do we drive people
out of buildings just because we want the buildings? I'm not comfortable
with that." (Earlier this year, the San Antonio City Council named an
Alamo Plaza advisory committee to wrestle with the issue.)
I
sidestepped the sideshow businesses because I wanted more time with a
San Antonio tourist attraction far bigger than I expected — the River
Walk.
Conceived in 1929 by architect Robert H. H. Hugman and
completed (or so it seemed) in 1941, the River Walk was a simple idea:
Put walkways along the banks of the San Antonio River as it loops
through downtown and make them a thoroughfare for tourists.
It
worked. Then the system got a boost in the 1960s, when San Antonio
hosted HemisFair '68. Further boosts followed, and the walkways now line
15 miles of the river. Scores of restaurants and hotels stand alongside
the river, as do the city's glittering new Tobin Center for the
Performing Arts (which incorporates the facade of the old municipal
auditorium); the San Antonio Museum of Art (built in the 1980s on the
site of the old Lone Star Brewery) and the restaurants and shops of the
not-quite-completed Pearl (another brewery redevelopment project).
As
many a conventioneer has discovered, you can spend three days
meandering the River Walk and scarcely set foot on the grittier downtown
streets where locals tread.
My plan was to rent a bike and pedal
to the four other missions along the river within an easy ride of the
Alamo — but rain came. So we drove mission to mission, walking grounds
maintained by the National Park Service and interiors where Catholic
priests still say Mass.
If history had happened a bit differently,
I thought, any one of these ruins might be a shrine to Texas liberty.
The Alamo might be a working church or a brewery. Or part of Mexico.
Later
that night, when I doubled back downtown and found the old Alamo shrine
bathed in floodlights, backed by storm clouds, surrounded by rain
puddles, it didn't look so small after all.
:: A timeline of the Alamo and Texas history 1521
Spain sets about claiming much of North America, including land that is now Texas.
Spain sets about claiming much of North America, including land that is now Texas. 1744
Spanish
Catholic missionaries lay a foundation stone for Mission San Antonio de
Valero, later known as the Alamo. The church and neighboring buildings
stand near the San Antonio River in what is now downtown San Antonio. 1773
San Antonio becomes capital of Spanish Texas. 1793
The padres give up at Mission San Antonio de Valero, and the complex is secularized. The convento, a long building neighboring the church, becomes a barracks for Spanish troops. 1803
New
troops occupy the mission site and stay for decades, first as soldiers
for Spain, later as soldiers for Mexico. The landmark becomes known as
the Pueblo de la Compañia del Alamo. But people eventually start calling
it the Alamo. 1821
Texas becomes part of the Mexican state of Coahuila y Tejas. 1823
Mexican
leaders, eager to boost the area's population, encourage white settlers
to start a colony in the San Antonio area. Over five years, more than
25,000 settlers show up. 1835
Texas
colonists — mostly whites from the United States — launch a War of
Independence against Mexico. San Antonio (population about 2,500)
becomes a key location. The rebelling colonists, known as Texians, take
control of the Alamo and the town. February 1836
Mexican
leader Antonio López de Santa Anna and thousands of troops arrive. The
Texas rebels take over the Alamo while Mexican forces mass across the
river.
March 1836
About
200 troops dig in at the Alamo, including William Travis, James Bowie
and David "Davy" Crockett, along with some women, children and slaves.
After a 13-day siege, Mexican troops attack on the morning of March 6,
overwhelm the Texas rebels and kill almost all the men. April 1836
About
220 miles east of San Antonio, Gen. Sam Houston leads Texas rebel
forces into the Battle of San Jacinto, with shouts of "Remember the
Alamo!" resounding. The rebels kill more than 600 Mexican soldiers and
capture more than 700, including Santa Anna. 1845
Congress authorizes a resolution to bring Texas into the U.S. as the 28th state. Soon after, the Mexican-American War begins. 1848
The
Treaty of Guadalupe Hidalgo ends the Mexican-American War, gives the
U.S. about half of Mexico's territory and makes Texas an uncontested
American state for the first time. 1850
The
U.S. Army leases the Alamo, rebuilds its stone church and adds a roof
for the first time. The new roof requires addition of a curved parapet —
the birth of the Alamo's hump. 1870s
The Alamo compound is divided up and sold. Some of the property reverts to the Catholic Church. 1883
Texas buys the Alamo church from the Catholic Church for $20,000. The long barracks is a general store. 1903
As
plans are laid to level the long barracks and build a hotel, local
teacher and preservationist Adina de Zavala starts a campaign to save
the building and enlists wealthy rancher Clara Driscoll. They buy the
Alamo church and the long barracks building and hand it over to the
Daughters of the Republic of Texas. 1905
The
Daughters hand ownership of the site to the state. The state entrusts
the Daughters to be caretakers of the church and long barracks as "a
shrine to Texas liberty." 1911
The first movie about the Alamo, "The Immortal Alamo," is released. No known copies remain.
1914
Release of “The Siege and Fall of the Alamo,” a silent feature film shot on site with 2,000 extras. 1935
As
the battle’s centennial nears, the Alamo complex is renovated and
expanded, including a gift shop. Later in the decade, a 60-cenotaph is
added in front of the Alamo site, honoring those who died in the battle. 1954
“Davy Crockett,” a five-part Disney miniseries, airs on TV. Fess Parker stars. 1960
“The Alamo,” a film directed by and starring John Wayne, is released to wide acclaim despite historical accuracies.
That
same year, hoping to quietly slip away from the landmark during a
presidential campaign stop, John F. Kennedy asks to be steered to the
rear exit. “There is no back door,” San Antonio attorney Maury Maverick
Jr., replied. “That’s why they were all heroes.” 1968
The daughters of the Republic of Texas open a museum in the Long Barracks building. 1985
Acting
on a psychic’s tip that his stolen bicycle is in the Alamo basement,
Pee-wee Herman takes a tour in the film “Pee-wee’s Big Adventure” --only
to be humiliated by the tour guide’s reply that there is no basement. 2004
"The Alamo," directed by John Lee Hancock with Billy Bob Thornton as Crockett, is slammed by critics. 2011-12
A
state investigation finds that the Daughters of the Republic of Texas
have "failed to adequately preserve and maintain the Alamo," misused
state funds and failed to follow their own rules. The Legislature gives
the Texas General Land Office greater control of the landmark, though
the Daughters remain in charge of daily operations. 2014
English
musician Phil Collins donates more than 200 Alamo-related artifacts and
documents to Texas. It's billed as the largest collection of its kind.
Sources: The Alamo, thealamo.org; the National Register of Historic Places Travel Itinerary, http://www.1.usa.gov/1qmi9TC; San Antonio Mission National Historical Park, http://www.nps.gov/saan; Texas State Historical Assn., http://www.bit.ly/10jWV1O; Internet Movie Database, http://www.imdb.com
:: 24 hours in Austin? Tex-Mex, music and history
Three facts about Austin, Texas:
— It's 80 miles from San Antonio.
— LAX-Austin flights are often cheaper than LAX-San Antonio flights.
— Austin is fun.
OK,
maybe that's two facts and one widely held opinion. If you can get to
Austin when the city's prices and population are not inflated by the
annual South by Southwest festival of music, film and interactive media
(March 13-22, http://www.sxsw.com),
you'll see, hear and taste plenty of rewards. Live music. Tex-Mex and
barbecue. All the energy that comes with a 52,000-student University of
Texas campus.
I capped my September trip to San Antonio with about 24 hours in Austin, so I can recommend these spots: Güero's Taco Bar (1412 S. Congress Ave.; [512] 447-7688, http://www.guerostacobar.com),
a bric-a-brac-filled Tex-Mex restaurant, seems as casual, smart and
rowdy as Austin itself. The weathered wood floor dates to the building's
days as a 19th century seed and feed store (with dice games in back and
bookies on the porch, it is said). Dinner main courses $7.99-$12.99.
The Continental Club (1315 S. Congress Ave.; [512] 441-2444, http://www.continentalclub.com)
is the granddaddy of live-music joints in the city, dating to 1957. In
the dim confines, you'll see an endless parade of live musical acts —
typically three or more per night, every night. Cover prices vary.
If
you can't afford the hippest, priciest most central hotels (for
instance, Hotel Saint Cecilia, Hotel San José, Kimber Modern), you can
still find style on the brink of suburbia. The Lone Star Court (10901 Domain Drive; [512] 814-2625, http://www.lonestarcourt.com),
which opened in 2013 about 12 miles north of South Congress Avenue, is
full of playful flourishes from fire rings to farm equipment. Also live
music Wednesdays through Sundays. Doubles generally $169-$249.
The LBJ Presidential Library (2313 Red River St.; [512] 721-02000, http://www.lbjlibrary.org),
housed in a brutal minimalist building on the UT campus, tells the
story of Lyndon Baines Johnson (1908-1973) and serves up an interesting
slice of the '60s. (LBJ was president from late 1963 to early 1969.) On
the gift shop wall, don't miss the great 1968 photo of the dog-loving
president howling along with his mutt, Yuki, while his toddler grandson,
Patrick, watches in wonder. Adult admission $8.
If I'd had four more hours, I would have headed for Franklin Barbecue (900 E. 11th St.; http://www.franklinbarbecue.com),
whose praises have been sung by Texas Monthly and Bon Appétit
magazines, among others. Then I'd have jumped into the Barton Springs
Pool, the city's favorite swimming hole, in Zilker Metropolitan Park.
:: Separating the fiction from the fact at the Alamo
You
thought the fighting was over at the Alamo. But only now, 178 years
after the last cannon blast, is Richard Bruce Winders gaining the upper
hand.
Winders,
61, has been historian and curator of the Alamo since 1996. From the
start, his job has been complicated by the legacies of Fess Parker and
John Wayne, who each played Davy Crockett in not strictly accurate
stories of the Old West.
When he started in the job, Winders
recalled, separating fact from fiction "was much more difficult" because
"the majority of visitors had seen Fess Parker's portrayal of David
Crockett [on television in the 1950s] or had seen John Wayne's movie,"
which was released in 1960.
Nowadays, Winders said, fewer visitors
have seen those Hollywood treatments. And that gives him a better
chance of gently guiding them toward a more historical version of the
story.
Since earning a doctorate in history from Texas Christian
University in 1994, Winders has written several books about 19th century
Mexico and the Republic of Texas, which declared itself in 1836 and was
absorbed by the United States in 1845.
In
"Sacrificed at the Alamo: Tragedy and Triumph in the Texas Revolution"
(State House Press, 2004), Winders thinks that infighting among
revolutionary troops was a key reason that reinforcements never arrived
to aid the Alamo.
In daily conversations at the landmark, he likes
to point out that "the Texas Republic is something that happened in the
course of a long Mexican Civil War."
Winders, who spent many
years as a classroom teacher, is not above donning period attire to
dramatize the story in living history presentations at the shrine. And
he knows he's playing to a broad audience, including Texans who studied
their state's history in seventh grade, other Americans who know only
the broad outlines of the tale, and foreigners who "often know more
about the story of the Alamo than Americans or native Texans."
Still,
a big chunk of the Alamo's 3 million annual visitors arrive certain
that the landmark's facade had its distinctive hump, or parapet, in 1836
and, of course, a roof too. They often imagine that the final battle
happened in daylight and that it was all Americans on one side and all
Mexicans on the other. And they may assume that with 189 confirmed rebel
deaths, the Alamo battle must have been the deadliest day Texas troops
suffered in their fight for independence.
No, no, no and no, Winders tells them gently.
The
U.S. Army added the Alamo church's roof and hump in 1850. The battle
began before dawn and was probably over in about 90 minutes. Alongside
the scores of doomed defenders of the Alamo who had come from other
places (many from Tennessee), several were native Texans (Tejanos) with
names such as Abamillo, Badillo, Espalier and Esparza. And three weeks
after the Alamo battle, Mexican troops executed more than 300 prisoners
in the Goliad Massacre.
In fact, when the Texas troops got their
revenge at the Battle of San Jacinto in April 1836, many sources say
they were hollering both "Remember the Alamo!" and "Remember Goliad!"
Said Winders: "The worst way to educate somebody is to say, 'Everything you know is old, everything you know is stupid.'
Master the turkey primer for a delicious Thanksgiving dinner
Some tips to allow for a simply delicious Thanksgiving meal
A Thanksgiving dinner is rooted in American harvest classics, and at the center is a simply but deliciously roasted turkey.
WEST PALM BEACH, Fla. – The Thanksgiving feast is perhaps the most overplanned, overhyped, overfussed meal of the year.
In
our annual attempt to balance tradition with newfangled ideas, we tend
to overthink our Thanksgiving spread. We experiment with turkey rubs and
cooking methods, our efforts sometimes bordering on the hazardous
(hello, turkey fryer!).
But at the core of it, perhaps the best
Thanksgiving meals are the ones that take us home, in body and memory.
These are the meals rooted in American harvest classics, and at their
center is a simply but deliciously roasted turkey.
Sure, there are
many ways to cook a turkey – roast it whole or in parts, braise it, fry
it or smoke it. But our arsenal of holiday recipes always holds a
special place for a classic roasted bird.
The following recipe for
roasted turkey with sage butter carries the fragrance of sage, bay
leaves and onions, a hint of smoke from bacon and the rich, round notes
of butter and chicken stock.
As an alternative, you can make this recipe with a boneless turkey breast. (That recipe appears as well.)
Roast Turkey with Sage Butter
8 slices bacon
1 cup unsalted butter, room temperature
3 tablespoons fresh sage, finely chopped
Salt and pepper, to season
One 16-pound turkey
3 cups chopped onion
8 large fresh sage sprigs
3 bay leaves, crumbled
4 cups low-salt chicken or turkey broth
Fresh sage sprigs, to garnish
Fresh parsley sprigs, to garnish
In
large, heavy skillet over medium heat, cook bacon until brown and
crisp. Transfer bacon to paper towels and drain. Crumble bacon finely.
In a medium bowl, mix butter, chopped sage and crumbled bacon. Season lightly with salt and pepper.
Pat turkey dry with paper towels. Season cavity
with salt and pepper. Place onion, 8 sage sprigs and crumbled bay
leaves in cavity.
Slide hand under skin of turkey breast to loosen
skin. Spread ∑ cup sage butter over breast meat under skin. Place
turkey on rack set in large roasting pan. Rub 2 tablespoons sage butter
over outside of turkey. Set aside 1/3 cup butter for gravy; reserve
remainder for basting.
Position rack in bottom third of oven and
preheat to 350 degrees. Pour ½ cup broth over turkey. Roast turkey until
thermometer inserted into thickest part of inner thigh registers 175
degrees. (Internal breast temperature should reach 160 degrees.) Baste
every 30 minutes with ½ cup broth and occasionally brush turkey with
sage butter, about 3 hours.
Transfer turkey to platter, tent with foil. Let stand 30 minutes.
Serves 8 to 12 (with leftovers).
Turkey Gravy
Pan juices, de-fatted
4 cups turkey broth
2 tablespoons flour
2 tablespoons butter
Freshly ground pepper, to season
Pour pan juices into large glass measuring cup. Spoon off fat; discard fat. Pour juices back into turkey pan.
Place
pan over 2 burners set on high heat. Add 4 cups broth. Boil until
liquid is reduced to 2 cups, scraping up browned bits, about 10 minutes.
Whisk in flour and butter. Season with pepper.
Serves 12.
Turkey Breast with Sage Butter
Ask your butcher to roll and tie a large turkey breast, leaving the skin on.
For the turkey:
One 7-pound boneless turkey breast, with skin on
1 cup of chicken or turkey broth
¼ cup white wine
For the rub:
Bacon, 4 slices, cooked and crumbled
1 tablespoon fresh sage, finely chopped
2 tablespoons unsalted butter
1 teaspoon kosher salt
½ teaspoon pepper
Make rub:
In
a bowl, combine bacon, sage, butter, salt and pepper and mix well to
make a compound butter. (Make ahead: The sage butter can be made ahead
and frozen for later use.)
Roast turkey:
1. Preheat oven to 375 degrees.
2. Rub sage butter mixture on all sides of the turkey breast.
3. Place breast in a roasting pan. Pour broth and wine into pan.
4. Bake uncovered for 1 hour, until thermometer registers 160F degrees.
5.
Remove pan from oven. Remove turkey breast from pan and place in a
rimmed sheet or board with a deep trench. (Reserve drippings to make
gravy, or for serving.)
6. Let turkey breast rest for at least 15 minutes.
7. Remove butcher string and slice breast.
– All recipes are by chef and test kitchen consultant Lenore Pinello, of In the Kitchen cook space, Tequesta, Fla.
Turkey Safety Tips
When handling raw poultry:
Use hot, soapy water to wash hands,
utensils, cutting boards, counters and anything that’s touched the raw
bird, its juices or your unwashed hands.
Do not let the raw bird, raw poultry juices or unwashed hands touch ingredients that will be eaten raw.
Avoid
touching the salt shaker or pepper mill with unwashed hands. Instead,
set aside the seasoning you’ll need for cooking before touching the
bird.
Do not rinse poultry – the USDA warns against washing raw
poultry. The splashing water can spread bacteria in the sink and
counter.
When cooking your bird:
Cook your turkey to an
internal temperature of 160 degrees to make sure it’s rid of bacteria.
For better flavor and texture, cook thigh meat to 175 degrees.
Refrigerate leftover cooked turkey and consume within three days.
When thawing a frozen turkey:
Defrost your bird in the fridge, allowing 1 day of defrosting for every 4 pounds of turkey.
If you are brining your turkey, begin the thawing process one day earlier.
Forgot to thaw the bird?
Relax.
Here’s a quick-thaw method: Place tur key (in its original wrapper) in a
bucket of cold tap water. Let it thaw for 30 minutes per pound. (For
example, a 12-pound turkey should take 6 to 8 hours.) Replace the cold
tap water every half hour to prevent spread of bacteria.
– Source: “The New Family Cookbook” (America’s Test Kitchen, October 2014).
Carve your cooked bird
Carving your turkey in this fashion will prevent waste and ensure ample portions.
1. Start with leg quarters.
If you remove the leg quarters first, it makes it easier to carve the breast.
2. Remove the leg quarters.
Pull the quarters away from the carcass. Carefully cut through the joint.
3. Separate the drumsticks from the thighs.
Since the leg quarters are large, it’s best to cut them for equal sharing.
4. Remove the wings.
This step gives you open access to the breast meat.
5. Remove the breast meat.
Slide your carving knife along one side of the breastbone, following the bone’s arch. Pull away the meat as you cut.
6. Slice the breast meat.
Cut the breast meat crosswise for neater slices.
– Source: “The New Family Cookbook” (America’s Test Kitchen, October 2014)
Before roasting:
To
ensure juicy results, allow your Thanksgiving turkey to sit for about
an hour at room temperature before roasting. This allows the flesh to
relax, in turn yielding a more tender bird.
The sitting period
also ensures the turkey’s internal temperature reaches 160 degrees more
quickly while roasting, without drying out the surface.
After roasting:
Rest
the bird before carving to allow its juices to flow back into the meat.
(The roasting heat forces the juices into the center of the turkey.)
To
rest the roasted bird, place it on a rimmed pan or board or with a deep
trench to catch some inevitable drippings. Or ring the bottom of the
turkey with a twisted length of paper towels to soak up the juices.
– Source: “Fine Cooking Roasting” book (Taunton, October 2014)
Local
Butterball Hotline Experts Offer Tips For Cooking Perfect Turkey
(CBS) — It’s crunch time for the experts who staff the Butterball Turkey Talk-Line, reports from WBBM’s Regine Schlesinger.
“Truly, the turkey is the easiest part of the dinner.” So says
Phyllis Kramer,one of the experts taking calls from nervous cooks,
worried about their Thanksgiving meal. The vast majority of questions,
she says, involve how to thaw a frozen turkey. “People have no concept
of a 20-pound piece of meat that they put in the refrigerator overnight
or two days in advance and think it will be thawed by Thanksgiving.”
The proper way to thaw the bird: put the turkey, breast-down, in a
sinkful of water and change the water every half hour. You need to
allow half-an-hour in the water for every pound. For a 24-pound turkey,
you’d keep it in the water for 12 hours. She says it doesn’t have to be
12 hours straight. You could soak it for a few hours today, put it back
in the fridge and then, soak it again the next day and the day after.
Kramer also says the most important utensil you need is a meat
thermometer to check that the turkey is cooked throughout, reaching 180
degrees in the middle part. Unless you’re cooking the stuffing separately, you also have to check to make sure the stuffing is at least 165 degrees.
Over the years she’s gotten some unforgettable calls like the woman
who called from a hot tub and wanted to know if she could thaw the
turkey in the tub or the young frantic bride. “She’s whispering. She
says ‘My mother
and my mother-in-law are here and my mother says the turkey’s done and
my mother-in-law said it’s not done. I don’t know what to do.'”
The Butterball Turkey Talk Line runs through Christmas Eve at 1-800 BUTTERBALL. It will be operating from 6 a.m. to 6 p.m. on Thanksgiving day.
Submissive, just the word piques my eros into my zone. A place that
is grounded in my soul. The longing for desired treasure and sweet
surrender. A continual lust-filled thirst, never really quenched, but
at times satiated in wonder. Wanton diversions always at the door,
urging me to seek and to harness. A continual ache when dormant. And a
loss of desire when submission is absent. And enter a willingness and a wonder. Where did she come from? With
song and gesture, words beautified in prose, and a hunger in her own
right. Coveting a thirst for direction and longed for discipline.
Needed diversions and lusty thoughts of submission. Aching to feel the
pain of her soul’s desire. Needful of tethered embrace. And at a loss
when left without dominance. And at year’s end, two souls united in quest will enter Into Perpetuity, bonded
in will. Tethered in relationship and meaning. And forever changed in
their aching coveted quest. Moving as one now and pointed at a destined
life of desired Dominance and submission. Two as one forever drawn into
each other’s embrace. Moving as one and sharing their soul-mated life
of quested diversion, and their combined spirit is quenched in satiety .
Pain &;
torture is most effective when the subject is mired in the very very
protracted sense of time. Being suspended in this passion of mental
anxiety, the anguish of fear, the expectation of anticipation, and
having the wondering of the doubt in the ability to physically
endure---weighs so heavy on every moment of consciousness. There is
such curiosity in the deliberate actions, and the lack thereof, of the
torturer; to allow such anticipation to become so troubling. As the
minutes sit in suspended animation to creep into hours and hours of
bewilderment; the subject starts to mentally construct and envision what
possibly may be administered, what devices may be used to bring about
the horrific results deemed suitable by its administration.
Will these actions, will these blows, will these devices inflict
excruciating pain?? Will the torture sessions inflict subtle but
effective doses of pain to start with?? Enough pain to get moans and
howls emitted from a delicate throat whose mouth and lips have now
reacted in a wantonly wider opening to allow the tone of the howls to
bare witness to the levels of pain now realized.
Ultimately, will the mental and physical characteristics of the tortured
subject stay strong enough to prove that she is worthy kajira-slave to
be betrothed as the soulful possession to her King, her Master, her
Maestro???
Such grueling experiences, while troubling to be subjected
to---especially over the long and drawn-out period of the passion; the
mental anguish & cruelty, allows herself to prove, demonstrate, and
give testimony---To True Love.
Being TRUE---is not an idol term. It cannot be. Only a woman who has
pledged the consummation of kajira; has given of herself
unconditionally---gives herself over to: TRUE LOVE.
The tortures will be excruciating. They will take you to levels of
awareness that you heretofore had never been taken to. The bowels of
the abyss will be the solitary dungeon to torment you. You will be
stretched to the extent that terrifying screams will forcibly bellow
from your larynx and throat in such a voluminous heave that your mouth
and jaws will have opened enough to fit two enlarged
mandingo-warrior-cocks into the cavern that your mouth and sensuous lips
have now become. Whips, birch-branches, riding-crops, and the
cat-of-nine-tails will have christened you torso, your buttocks, and the
back-side of your thighs to where yours screams have now become
intermittently laced with the murmuring of a whispered 'mercy'.
THere is nothing more stimulating to the visual senses than to see you,
in the resigned mental and physical condition that you now how morphed
into---resigned, defeated; having given yourself over to a state of
catatonic suspected-animation, you are now placed strappado. Being so
suspended; being given over to unequivocal vulnerability, I as the
administrator, is most pleased by the visual.
The only thing remaining to do at this point is to place you onto the
Judas Cradle. You are to be tied, suspended, and fastened in such a
manner that as you further succumb to your own weakness, your inability
to fight the laws of nature; the laws of gravity, your buttocks opening,
your access to your very bowels will be placed onto the four-cornered
pointed-edge of the Judas-Cradle. And there leidy, you will stay
strappado suspended while the Judas-Cradle is slowing and excruciatingly
impaling your bowels.
The pain is now such---that you are now mad. Your madness is to the
degree of near insanity. You can no longer even recall that you knew
life. You are now so close to a state of being rendered unconscious.
But the Judas Cradle is still there, it is still entering more of your
bowels, it is having you bleed to where the red badge of courage is now
flowing and settling into to the ground just below you.
Your torturer; your Lou is not ceasing and desisting any of the torture intentions.
He is intent on seeing you still pledge your love and devotion---under such life & death circumstances.
You are now~~~within a inch of your life.
Your breathing is now almost unable to be detected.
You whisper: "Lou, I love you," Lou, please---take my life. "My life
is yours---to take" "Please---I beg you Lou, I can no longer endure
this"
With your last breath----You, Liedy, are about to mutter~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
when the 6AM alarm-clock goes off~~~waking you in a delirious
nightmarish state---now recognizing that you have to shower, and get
ready---for Work!!!
Don’t go far off, not even for a day, because —
because — I don’t know how to say it: a day is long
and I will be waiting for you, as in an empty station
when the trains are parked off somewhere else, asleep.
Don’t leave me, even for an hour, because
then the little drops of anguish will all run together,
the smoke that roams looking for a home will drift
into me, choking my lost heart.
Oh, may your silhouette never dissolve on the beach;
may your eyelids never flutter into the empty distance.
Don’t leave me for a second, my dearest,
because in that moment you’ll have gone so far
I’ll wander mazily over all the earth, asking,
Will you come back? Will you leave me here, dying?
The feel of my skin as my fingertips linger
Momentarily stopping to feel the moist heat
Before deciding just what is my pleasure tonight
And where should I begin ~ where do I ache
The most
My breasts start to throb
While my sweet spot tingles
And wetness trickles down my thighs
Where do I begin
To touch myself
~
“Then at certain moments I remember one of his words and I suddenly
feel the sensual woman flaring up, as if violently caressed. I say the
word to myself, with joy. It is at such a moment that my true body
lives.”
~Anais Nin
“Man can never know the loneliness a woman knows. Man lies in the
woman’s womb only to gather strength, he nourishes himself from this
fusion, and then he rises and goes into the world, into his work, into
battle, into art. He is not lonely. He is busy. The memory of the swim
in amniotic fluid gives him energy, completion. Woman may be busy too,
but she feels empty. Sensuality for her is not only a wave of pleasure
in which she is bathed, and a charge of electric joy at contact with
another. When man lies in her womb, she is fulfilled, each act of love a
taking of man within her, an act of birth and rebirth, of child rearing
and man bearing. Man lies in her womb and is reborn each time anew with
a desire to act, to be. But for woman, the climax is not in the birth, but in the moment man rests inside of her.”
― Anaïs Nin, The Diary of Anaïs Nin, Vol. 1: 1931-1934
“I don’t want to repeat my innocence. I want the pleasure of losing it again.”
F. Scott Fitzgerald, This Side of Paradise
~ my innocence is truly not lost ….. sometimes i am
the innocent green eyed child ….i enjoy not being jaded by touch
taste and scent….. i adore being pleasantly surprised….by my body not
being used to every crevice and crease explored by strong hands and
lips……teeth bite into my flesh and its something i have never felt
before…..like freshly fallen snow on a winters day….delicately
splattered paint on an empty canvas….i want the pleasure of feeling my
innocence in the dark.. ~ k
With pain comes a sense of freedom and a level of pleasure…Your
limits are raised beyond any expectations you set for yourself but you
don’t have to go so fast. Set your limits low. There’s plenty of time to
grow. And just because pain isn’t what you’re into DOES NOT mean you’re
weak. It just means you’re not into it. Be sure you as a submissive
know what the Dominant is into before you submit to Him. Know what His
punishments consists of. Do your homework. Don’t be afraid to ask Him
questions. If He is for real He will be more than happy to answer any
questions you have. Ask Him if you may talk or contact any former or
recent subs (most of the time this isn’t a problem at all).
Punishment is a must in any form of BDSM relationship…..no matter how
light Y/yiou play. How else as submissives are we to be corrected?
Whether it be a spanking, whipping, put in the corner, forbidden to
touch ourselves, withheld from orgasm,…our Owners can correct us
endlessly, however they choose. And in the adverse, when we’ve pleased
them and satisfied their needs and their requests and tasks, and done as
they have asked; we are devoured and pleasured to no end. Till our
bodies and our minds are trembling with ecstasy like we have never
known. Like I have never known. Not sure if I want to close my body
around Him and hold Him and take Him as close as I can get Him or throw
my legs and arms wide open and give Him space to ram and pound me…leave
me bruised inside and out…You have to talk this through with
your prospective Doms to make sure what they do as punishment is what
you can take as a submissive who might need to be corrected at times.
After-care for me is a must. I want a Dominant who takes this as a
priority. I don’t want to just fuck and run. I need the cuddling,
holding, hugging, bonding with my Dom. I need to hear His voice
afterwards calming me down. Relaxing me. Soothing my senses. I want to
feel His arms holding me and His skin against mine…His heart beating…I
need those things. I keep saying need and want and basically the truth
is…..I must have these things…whether I need them or want them…I am not
complete unless I have them…I HAVE to have them. They are a MUST have.
You have to know what you want. you can’t go by what others tell you to
want. Even as a submissive you have desires and needs. You’re not going
into this blind.
If I could choose, I would have a Dominant that lived In my town, but
I can’t choose. And let’s face it, in this day and age long distance
relationships are as common as cellphones. My last Master was long
distance. It was a difficult thing to work on but W/we managed. So, to
say that it’s a hard-limit is a lie. I rather have someone close but I’m
not holding my breath and neither should you. Don’t limit yourself.
Online Doms are hard to get used to. I’ll admit that. There are a lot
fakes/wanna-be’s…please please be careful. Ask tons and tons of
questions. Even the best of them can out answer you. And no matter how
many websites I send you to none of them can prepare you for the one
dick that might come along and take advantage of you being a new
submissive. But there are a lot of real Doms and subs I’ve come across
who are genuinely concerned for the well beings of the ones trying to
find their way and always offered me and others advice along our way…the
one thing I’ve always found is don’t be afraid to ask. Even if it seems
like a silly or dumb or not even having to do with the lifestyle
question…just ask…it opens the door. You need to feel welcomed and you
are.
Now training…omg…training…well. There’s a topic I could go on for
days about…. instead of trying to fill this out I’ll copy the link here
and you can check it out…. there’s so much you can be trained in and so
many different things the kink level goes to…. and again just because
you’re not into it just means it’s not your thing…
He
never knew how much He longed for her until He found her. She was a
dream He had had since He was a child and yet she was real. He could
hold her. Touch her. Smell her. Kiss her. Love her. And one day…dominate
her. No amount of time was enough so He cherished every moment. Every
breath they took together was magic. There was a fire about her that
ignited something deep inside of Him. He wanted to claim her as His,
control her mind, mark her body, and unite her soul with His…..
He never knew how much He longed for her until He found her. She was a
dream He had had since He was a child and yet she was real. He could
hold her. Touch her. Smell her. Kiss her. Love her. And one day…dominate
her. No amount of time was enough so He cherished every moment. Every
breath they took together was magic. There was a fire about her that
ignited something deep inside of Him. He wanted to claim her as His,
control her mind, mark her body, and unite her soul with His…..
She had been broken for so long. Lost and not knowing what she wanted
anymore. Lies and being hurt was all there was; until she found Him. He
calmed the turmoil that raged inside of her. She slowly began to open
her mind. To accept His guidance and trust His control. She began to
obey Him and offering herself to be His to be used for His pleasure. But
He wanted not just her body…He wanted ALL of her. Every time she knelt
before Him and begged Him to take her, His response was always the
same…..”Show me your dark, girl.”…She would tremble and reply; “You may
not like what You see, Wolf.”….” Show Me your dark, girl, I won’t leave
you.”
He commanded her to show Him her dark. He just didn’t know how dark she
was. The folklore of the cobalt-indigo black-haired ravenous woman. She was His demon made
flesh….before she was through with Him she would own His soul. Her fiery dark hair were the reflections of Hades. Her touch burned hotter than those
flames. And her deep blue soul-less eyes drove Him insane with maddening
visions each time He peered deep into them…and He knew soon her sweet
angelic voice would hearken unto Him and call Him to be by her side…her
Master to Dominate her in hell…what better place to control His little wanton surrendered soul of his pain & torturing lust. He had envisioned a lifetime with her. And now He would spend
an eternity~~~Into Perpetuity.
You
must understand; you must come to terms with this REALITY. By you very
core essence, your very primal existence you, My Precious Thing, have
been pre-determined---pre-ordained---through a glorious covenant to have
your body, your mind, your soul, and your psyche fused into perpetuity
with Your Daddy. This covenant has been pre-ordained since the origins
of the Universe. You therefore simply recognize and thereby Accept,
under the recognition that reneging on this covenant results in the pain
& torture and other severe modifier extreme disciplines, this
overwhelming blessing---and acquiesce; yield to its Eden.
It is
this Pre-ordained glorious covenant that will have you immersed into the
depths of the abyss of Daddy's soul. Deep in its recesses lurk Daddy's
needs. These needs include having to effect modifier extremes because
Needs to hear the moans, the screams, the wretched snapping of the whip
against your tender soft succulent flesh. These screams emanating from
the pain & torture reassure to me what you are willing to endure so
that I KNOW Your Love is eternal. It is the glory of your pre-ordained
covenant that requires your discipline to go through the recesses of the
abyss of Daddy's soul and purge his Need to beat you senseless. Daddy's
true Love is To Love Daddy's Precious Thing Eternally. The Love Should
Be Pure, and Passionate.
Precious Thing will endeavor toward
sustaining this purge. In the mean time Daddy is possessed with these
hard-wired primal cravings. My Loving Daughter must stay TRUE; stay
devoted, stay disciplined to love Daddy, even as My Precious Thing will
be ushered into HIS WORLD---for yet another Session. Daddy
Will you breathe spring into me?
Possessing this winter-worn soul
So I may awaken once more
To soft hues and pastel laden tones
Still wet
From freshly coated paint
Covering over canvas stark and bare
Of all that laid dormant under drifts of ashen snow
Gray upon darker gray frost upon frozen earth
Awaiting its time to arrive in rebirth ~
Colors will burst to the envy of sunlight
April winds will whisper through uncovered trees
As buds now begin to blossom and bloom
I long to feel warmth covering my skin and
The flowing caress of the breeze
As it wisps through my hair
Embracing my body as it gently seduces my senses
With gold skies of morning and crisp air of night
I feel spring enter me as I take another breath
~With lips freshly kissed
From the passion of the sun
I smile with my heart
A new season has begun~
The flower is the poetry of reproduction. It is an example of the eternal seductiveness of life. ~Jean Giraudoux
“A Life without surrender is a life without commitment.” – J Rubin
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