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News & Views of Phillips Since 1976
Monday September 30th 2024

Food Obsession: B.S.T.P.

by Jane Thomson

Bring Something To Pass ”“ a potluck.

The first recipe is from my daughter Rose. Some years ago, when she was a teenager, I was out of the kitchen for long periods of time, and not hanging over her telling what to do. She made some cookies that won a prize at the Sherburne County Fair (we lived in Elk River at the time). Of course, I have kidded her endlessly about the time she made pancakes on a warming tray and wondered why they were taking so long to get done.

This recipe is from her fairly recently, in her adult years. These days I have more to learn from Rose than to teach her.

CURRIED TUNA SALAD – about 8 or 10 potluck side-dish servings
2 cans tuna packed in water
1 red bell pepper
¾ of a purple onion
1 apple
2 stalks celery
2 cloves garlic
2 tablespoons of curry powder
1 teaspoon of salt
1 tsp. black pepper
1 teaspoon honey or sugar
½ teaspoon dried dill
¼ cup mayonnaise
¼ teaspoon cinnamon
1 tablespoon vinegar, preferably balsamic
dash of cumin

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Searching ”“ A Serial Novelle Chapter 26: “Little Do We Know”

By Patrick Cabello Hansel

Little did Angel know that the man driving the delivery van was not the flower lady”'s son. He did not know what her son looked like, and he could not have known that he had been carjacked a few minutes before. And so when the man honked the horn in front of the shop and motioned impatiently for Angel to climb in, Angel did exactly that.

“So you need a ride, huh?” the man asked. He was crouched over the steering wheel, his hooded grey sweatshirt pulled tight over his ears.  Angel thought he smelled something strange in the man.

“Yes, thank you so much,” Angel replied. He noticed that although the heater was on full blast, he still felt chilled. Down to his bones cold. The van turned onto 28th Street and headed west, the snow seeming to blow in from all directions of the compass at once.

“Is that a present for your lady?” he asked.

“No, it”'s for my parents,” Angel said

“What”'d you get ”˜em?” the man asked.

“Poinsettias.”

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