(Michael Ashley, if you mean the no-milk-with-meat thing, that is about separating life from death. Milk is for new life, meat is dead, obviously. The rule only applies to Jews. No gentile is a bad puppy for eating a cheeseburger. Happy Hannukah and congrats to your Mom. At least you have a Mom who cooks. Pretty good.)

Mia, it is so easy it’s a joke. You don’t even need sugar and like Sarah said add the cinnamon later. And if you make a small batch and stay on top of the cooking you can let it cook down a lot until the natural sugar carmelizes a little bit but before it burns. Yum. And it’s so healthy too.

Homemade apple sauce? If shipping didn’t cost an arm and a leg, I’d send you bucketloads of that. My mother’s got property with a few apple trees, and some years we’ve got up to 2,000 kg of apples (about 500 kg this year). Anyhow, it’s not so difficult to make; if you want a “whiter” apple sauce, you need to peel the apples. If you don’t peel them, you get the goldish-brown colour. Chop the apples and put them into a pot with some water, steam the chunks till soft, stir occasionally. Remove the pot from the cooker. Then either mash the apple chunks (the peeled ones) or strain them through a colander (if you make a lot of purreed stuff, it pays to get a special straining colander). Sweeten and add cinnamon if desired. Don’t add the cinnamon before boiling as it might turn bitter. Also, if you cook for kids, make sure to get Ceylon cinnamon (e.g. from a pharmacy). Other varieties were shown last year to possibly cause liver inflammations that can be lethal for kids. Just make sure the base of the pot is always covered with water so while boiling so the apples won’t get burnt (that’s a big mess to clean). And if you want to sock up on some apple sauce without giving away freezer space, fill the hot apple sauce into jars with twist-off lids. Close the lids and turn the jars upside down on a wet towel. Let the jars cool. When turning the jars around again, you’ll see that the lids look ‘sucked in’; that way you can tell the jar is well-sealed. You can easily store that apple sauce in a dark, dry place for more than a year.

November 7th, 2007 by ck

Pardon me while I gag.

Quick! Drink this.

I don’t need to shoot up Heroin to know that it’s bad. I don’t dispute the yumminess of Slyders – anything with that much saturated fat had better be damned tasty. But it’s just crap Noah. Crap food, crap for your health, crap for the environment and ultimately not so good for the Jews, or anyone else for that matter.

As for Harold and Kumar go to White Castle, Kal Penn, who plays Kumar, is a vegetarian and they had to make fake vegetarian Slyders for him.

1. You may have deemed this post as an attack against your dear Mother. Nothing could be further from the truth. I’m sure Leslye Louis is a lovely woman and I have no reason to believe otherwise.

2. I am however opposed to anything that packs the whopping 150 calories and 7 grams of fat (before condiments) found in your typical mini square shaped burger known as the White Castle Slyder. The long term damage that such a “food” item does to you, in tandem with the well documented VERY short term gastrointestinal discomfort it causes is enough to merit disparagement. Sorry.

3. I never said God favors me more than anyone else. We are all God’s children.

4. As for my “antiquated collection of superstitutions (sic.) that suggest certain foods should never go together” well, those are my “antiquated notions” and to whatever extent they prevent me from eating crap like White Castle Slyders, they seem rather relevant and timely actually.

5. Celebrating Hannukah with your “Jew” friends by eating crave latkes is funny. Do you know about the story of Hannukah? Look it up. Go beyond the miracle of the oil thing and see why the Jews were in revolt, and how some chose to die in defense of the “antiquated notions” you speak of.

Yes Michael, we live in difficult times. But I wasn’t advocating suicide bomber attacks against White Castle. I was just suggesting that the combination of unkosher burgers with a traditional Jewish food is disturbing on a certain level. Go suggest to Muslims that they eat Bacon couscous and see how well that goes down. Invite your Buddhist friends over for some 100% beef (ha ha, as if) crave latkes, great idea! And get pissed at your vegetarian buddies who don’t want to share in the greasy yumminess of your Mom’s recipe.

Eat whatever you like Michael. Just make sure you have a lot of toilet paper handy.

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Anyways, it was picked up and moved across town years ago and is now a jewelry store. Okay – it wasn’t the first White Castle… but it’s the most famous. It’s the only other thing we show our out of town friends other than the Mall Of America and the place where “Purple Rain” was filmed.

Mr. Ashley… assuming you are who you say you are, kudos. If you are not who you say you are, a pox on you.

If not for that “antiquated collection of superstitions that suggest certain foods should never go together”, latkes may never have become popular among Jews, may never have made it to the US and hence may never have enabled your mother to win in that contest. As for the appreciation of accomplishments, I think everybody on here knows and admires the one or the other highly accomplished person, many of them are extremely accomplished and successful in their own right. I’ve partaken and won in several contests myself (mostly arts / design) and was well-aware there must have been people that didn’t like my entries and would comment on them accordingly. If I had minded people to comment negatively / unappreciatingly on my contest entries, I wouldn’t have partaken in those contest.

It’s a fun recipe meant to make people happy and have a good time. Why don’t you do something better with your time instead of weighing to hate on other people who accomplish something?

I’m looking forward to celebrate Hannukah with crave latkes and my Jew and gentile friends. We live in difficult times, surely there is a worthier topic of your ire than what other people to choose to eat in the sanctity of their own homes.

—Michael Ashley