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The city commission of Collegedale, Tenn., will vote today, Aug. 5, on a proposal to extend family benefits to city employees in same-sex marriages. Tennessee does not recognize same-sex marriage, so if the resolution passes, Collegedale would be the first town in the state to to offer government benefits to same-sex couples.
For one violinist on tour with the New England Symphonic Ensemble, the choicest delicacy of St. Petersburg, Russia, was pizza. “I ate a lot at Pizza Hut,” remembers Keri Tomenko, now an adjunct faculty member of Washington Adventist University who maintains a private violin studio, and is also active in the Suzuki Association. The group’s cook had become ill, and pizza was one of her favorite meals out. “I don’t think I ate pizza for years afterward,” Tomenko adds.
Now a seasoned baker, Marcus Heisler remembers his first loaf of bread: “It looked like it had warts.” The basic white bread recipe may have been specific to bread machines, but not for Heisler’s appliance that he and his college roommate, Kirk Baker, had picked up on a whim at a yard sale. Seeing the machine’s condition, a friend offered them a backup bread maker, which they accepted.
“The test kitchen was neat and precise; gleaming,” says Beverly Utt, a former nutritionist for Martha Stewart Living. Above the pristine counters, food covered the walls—the pages and glossy photos (“marvelous things,” reflects Utt) of current stories guiding the many hands at work. And of course, the kitchen had great cookware.
If one makes matzo for Passover, an 18-minute window opens. The person (or machine) that prepares it has only 1,080 seconds from the time that the flour and water are mixed together until the time that the matzo is removed from the oven, before the entire batch must be thrown away—symbolic sin, in the form of fermentation, has crept into the dough.
The Washington Post recently featured Benjamin Carson’s many roles in an article titled “Benjamin Carson, balancing healing with political activism.” Amidst speculation that Carson would consider a run for the presidency,
In a tiny room on the island of Ebeye, without chairs, couches, a dining room or a window, Tiffany dos Santos enjoyed the best Sabbath lunches of her life. Scrambled eggs were served on a small coffee table with lumpia (similar to fried spring rolls), a large fish, and other edible offerings every week. A single open door provided the only light, as dos Santos rubbed elbows and knees with the seven friends that became like family that year.
As a college student studying in Spain, Sabbath lunch favorites like haystacks and Fri-Chik were nowhere in sight. I didn’t miss them. My peers and I were too busy circling around the potluck perimeter like hungry tiburones (sharks), waiting for the chance to politely, but quickly, strike. Potluck and the community it created was the same, despite a different menu.