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Deck up your home

The Hindu Metro Plus Home Décor exhibition till October 2

Time once again to shop for your house. The Hindu MetroPlus Home Decor – 2012 exhibition is on at the Chennai Trade Centre till October 2. It features furniture, furnishing, kitchen accessories, bathroom fittings, art and handicraft items and various other interior decoration products. At the show, you can get to see the latest styles and materials in home décor.

Spread over a sprawling air conditioned area of over 4,000 sq. mt., the exhibition also offers discounts on various products.

Entry ticket is Rs. 40 per person. The fair will be on from 10 a.m. to 8.30 p.m.

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Craigslist Highlights for Johnston: Sept. 30 Edition

We all have to go back to work tomorrow, right?

Why not relax a little and see what’s been happening on Craigslist?

Tree, Tree, Tree
Out with the old, in with the new

There are three trees in our yard, we want to replace them with different trees. We willing to give away those three trees for free but you need to turn them down.(one pine tree, one cranberry and one I am not sure.All of them is middle size). Let me know if you need the pictures.

Mint Collection
Valuable Coins

We have several US Mint proof sets, and uncirculated coin sets,
Several different years to choose from the 50’s to current,
All SALE PRICED and starting at just $4.00
We also have Silver Eagle sets, and Morgan dollar sets,
We take Trades, Visa/Mastercard Discover accepted.

Kick of Caffeine
Trade for Cowboy Style Guns

I have a Like new Kitchenaid Pro Line espresso machine, Model KPES100PM,
It is pearl gray, this unit sold for over $1000 new, Used very very little and is in like new condition,
This is a top of the line unit with dual boilers and plenty of pressure, it will not disappoint you.

Side of Love with your coffee
Lighting up the room

I go to this Starbucks just to get a glimpse of you. Tall, thin, reddish longer hair. Your smile lights up the room. You are usually there with a friend. Not sure if you are married. Would like to find out more. Please tell me what you always order so I know it’s you.

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‘Resturante’ serves up a first-rate experience

There’s a new restaurant at America’s Best Value hotel on Arsenal Street.

Resturante de Ricardo has replaced India Palace restaurant. It’s an Italian sit-down restaurant, the brainstorm of Dick Alexander (Dick equals Richard equals Ricardo … get it?).

Dick owned and operated Carriage House Best Western in downtown Watertown from 1995 to 2010. At age 79, Dick just couldn’t face getting out of the restaurant business, so he opened Ricardo’s a few months ago.

We should clear one thing up right away. Dick’s restaurant is in no way affiliated with Riccardo’s Market, the hometown favorite offering homemade Italian take-out since 1983 from their Holcomb Street location. It’s a little misleading — not like Dick didn’t know about Riccardo’s. It’s less than a mile from the Best Western he owned for 15 years.

Another thing. Let’s get the name straight. The sign on the outside of the building says Resturante de Ricardo. On their menus it’s Restaurante de Riccardo’s.

Now that I’m done venting, let me say that we had a very nice experience at Ricardo’s. The remodeled room is comfortable with a nice layout and flow to it. There’s a full bar to the left as you enter with an island to catch the overflow while waiting for a table.

Our server, John, was polite and professional with excellent timing throughout the evening. He answered questions we had about menu items with ease and made some good recommendations.

He started us out with a couple of small, crusty-on-the-outside, warm-on-the-inside loaves of bread supplied with garlic-parsley butter on the side. At John’s suggestion, we tried a glass of house-made Sangria (red wine mixed with fruit and some kind of soda). For $6.99 it was just OK, nothing special.

We shared three appetizers among the four of us: Utica greens ($8.95), shrimp ala casa ($8.95) and their flatbread pizza ($7.95).

The Utica greens were nicely done, escarole sauted with fresh garlic, sweet and hot peppers and prosciutto and finished with seasoned bread crumbs and grated cheese. They were tasty, with that distinctive bite you expect from them.

The shrimp were noticeably small, and only four of them, served in a bath of garlic and olive oil. The shrimp disappeared in an instant, but the garlic oil left behind was perfect for dunking the great crusty bread left on the table.

Both the greens and the shrimp were uniquely served (and cooked, we assumed) in little six-inch cast iron skillets. A nice touch, we thought.

The restaurant only offers one flatbread, spinach and artichoke. It’s made with tomatoes, roasted garlic, EVOO, fresh basil, spinach, artichoke and mozzarella, finished with a drizzle of balsamic vinegar. Not much different from a flatbread you’d get anywhere else, but nonetheless enjoyable.

Entrees do not come with a salad. John astutely suggested we share an antipasto salad, but we decided to head directly to the main course.

There are only nine items to choose from. The short list begins with a make-up-your-own pasta dish for $10.95. You pick your pasta (linguini, penne, cavatelli or gnocchi) and pick your sauce (marinara, bolognaise or their “house specialty”).

But when we found out you can get any of the pastas and sauces as a side, we decided against ordering one as an entre.

Haddock Oreganata ($12.95) was a real surprise — so simple yet so flavorful. A nice piece of fresh haddock was topped with seasoned, buttered bread crumbs and dried oregano. The fish was baked in a lovely sauce of butter, white wine and lemon. It was delicious.

We ordered a side of gnocchi with their house specialty sauce — tomatoes, garlic, basil, butter and white wine). The gnocchi were good, but the sauce — excellent!

Chicken Piedmontese ($12.95) was a real winner. A large boneless breast of chicken was topped with a generous amount of prosciutto, dipped in an egg wash and sauted in butter, garlic and parsley, finished with chicken stock to make a delicious sauce. The chicken itself was moist and flavorful.

Cavatelli pasta (small shells that look like miniature hot dog buns) was the side of choice, drenched in a meaty bolognaise sauce. The scrumptious sauce is the owner’s own recipe, simmered for hours using top-quality canned plum tomatoes, onions garlic, ground beef, sausage, basil, cheese and a touch of Cabernet.

Another winner — Frutti di Mare ($16.95), which translated means “fruits of the sea,” was a bowlful of shrimp, scallops, clams, garlic, basil, sun dried tomatoes, white wine, butter and tomato sauce tossed with imported linguini.

It was an ample portion with enough to share among all of us. The sauce was flavorful; the seafood and pasta were cooked just right. We’d get this dish again in a heartbeat.

Pork tenderloin is one of my favorite meats, and Ricardo’s preparation ($12.95) was a great one, wrapped with smoked bacon, skillet seared then oven baked, finished with a wine reduction sauce. The meat was cut into medallions, still moist and totally flavorful. A side of penne with marinara, made with prestige Alta Cucina brand tomatoes, fresh basil and garlic, was a great complement.

For dessert, we shared miniature cannolis (tubes of fried pastry dough with a sweet ricotta filling) and a dish of spumoni (Italian ice cream made with layers of flavors), both perfectly acceptable commercially-made confections.

Dinner for four (three appetizers, four entrees, two desserts and a glass of Sangria) cost $107.33 with tax but before tip.

Owner Dick Alexander was in the house, dining with friends at a nearby table. He took the time to visit with his customers, introducing himself and conversing with them.

At our table, he was eager to tell us about some of his original recipes and some that were “stolen” from other people, he said with a chuckle. He offered us a glass of his favorite “Italian” wine, a Cabernet from a vineyard in Chile. In true Italian style after the meal, he offered us a nightcap of Limoncello or Sambuca.

Several observations:

■ It was refreshing to see a menu that boasts “fresh garlic” and “fresh basil” or “prosciutto” you actually get just that, and plenty of it. Kudos to chef Tom Gladle for executing a menu with attention to detail.

■ Other than our table and the owner’s, there were only two other tables occupied the night we were there. A sparse crowd, considering what we thought was a pleasurable evening of dining out.

■ While the restaurant is attached to a hotel, the food is far from what we associate with “hotel food.” It was first-rate. One of my guests summed it up best, saying “I was totally surprised with the experience. Honestly, I was expecting much less and got much more.”

You can contact restaurant reviewer Walter Siebel via email: wsiebel@wdt.net.

Info for box on jump page….

Resturante de Ricardo

at America’s Best Value hotel

1196 Arsenal St.

Watertown, N.Y.

788-6800

Resturante de Ricardo has replaced India Palace restaurant on Arsenal Street. It’s an Italian sit-down restaurant, the brainstorm of noted Watertown entrepreneur Dick Alexander.

HOURS: 4:30 to 9:30 p.m. Tuesdays through Saturdays.

OUR FAVORITES: Haddock Oreganata, Frutti di Mare, Chicken Piedmontese.

Be sure to try any of their pastas and sauces as a side.

RATING: 4 forks

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Requiem for a home appliance

In a moment I’ll share a few words about the sad departure of a long-time Buffalo Bills player. But first, it’s time for a confession. I certainly don’t write this with pride. In fact, the feeling is more like a mixture of shame and regret. Sort of like you might feel after wasting away an afternoon watching several episodes of “Here Comes Honey Boo Boo.”

Oh well, here it goes: I have not cleaned a dirty dish since sometime before the Fourth of July.

There, I wrote it. Say what you will, but first afford me the courtesy of at least reading my explanation.

First of all, the Simons are not slobs. The girls are getting to the age where they can help mom and dad with housework.
They are more than capable of doing a few dishes and putting the leftovers away after dinner.

More to the point, my wife is pure magic when it comes to housekeeping. Like Michael Jordan on a basketball court, she was born with a gift, and she has not let it go to waste. God gave her the ability to clean and clean well — and she can do it in half the time it takes mere mortal males to accomplish the same task.

I usually just stand back so I don’t get hurt. I watch with admiration as she attacks one of the children’s messy rooms. A transformation that truly astounds takes place. Where was once there was chaos, now there is order.

So, the kitchen remains a respectable place to gather and entertain guests, despite no help from me. There is no pyramid of dirty glasses balancing atop a pile of food-encrusted plates, floating in brown-stained water that is pooling in a clogged kitchen sink. The dishes are getting done, just without my help.

I quit doing the dishes ?when our dishwasher, a 1970s-era, avocado green, KitchenAid “hurricane in a box” dishwasher, rinsed its last coffee cup and expired from old age a few months ago. If there was such a thing as classic appliance shows like there are classic car shows, this baby would have won best of show every time. It was a front-loading portable model with a nine-position adjustable top rack and automatic Soak Cycle. Two coats of porcelain enamel plus an overglaze on the inside ensured long-lasting beauty. An American-made marvel, it even included a hard maple cutting board top. What a machine. Its demise is a tragedy. All that is left are some great memories.

The dishwasher came with the house, and as it turns out, it was one of its best features. Although it was a portable, a previous owner had shimmied it into a space beside the stove and plumbed in its hoses. At first, we looked at with some doubt. It appeared out of date and not capable of cleaning much of anything. Boy, what a surprise. All that was required was a little monkeying with the plumbing. Before long, we were in business. Scrape, rinse, load’er up! It did the job, and then some.
I think I took the dishwasher for granted over the last six or seven years. The kitchen has not felt the same since it completed its last rinse cycle. We might replace it, but I’ll always have a special respect for that old KitchenAid. Home appliance just aren’t made to last that long anymore.

I’ll probably have a similar depressed feeling later today when someone other than Brian Moorman punts for the Bills for the first time in more than a decade. Moorman signed with the Bills as a free agent in 2001 and held down the team’s punting duties until last week. He made two Pro Bowls and he holds nearly every Bills punting record, including highest career average (43.9 yards) and punts inside the opposing 20 (245).

I doubt any of those fancy new dishwashers on sale today will still be getting plates clean 40 years from now and I doubt the young fella the Bills signed to do the punting will have a career in Buffalo comparable to Moorman’s. They don’t make dishwashers and punters like they used to.

Neal Simon is an Evening Tribune staff writer.
 

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Music, food and fun at the South Shore Heritage Quilt Festival

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Wayne Allen | Daily Times

Members of the Poverty String Band as the perform at the South Shore Quilt Festival on Saturday.

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WAYNE ALLEN

PDT Staff Writer

The South Shore Heritage Quilt Festival is taking place this weekend in South Shore Rotary Park in South Shore, Ky.

“We have a lot of entertainment at this year’s festival. We have a lot of homemade crafters and food vendors,” said Bonnie Warner, President of the South Shore Quilt Festival. “We have a motorcycle show scheduled for this year, we have inflatables for the kids. There is a lot going on this year. It’s our hope the festival will bring the community together.”

Saturday’s schedule included a flag raising by Boy Scout Troop No. 98 and a Flag Retirement Ceremony Troop No. 98.

“This is a ceremony in which the boy scouts retire tattered flags. People come in from all over to see this ceremony. They play taps and the national anthem is sung,” Warner said.

Other activities for Saturday included a water balloon toss, a dog show, a frog jumping contest, a performance by the Poverty String Band with Dana Romanello, a performance by Kyle Fields, a skillet throwing contest, a performance by the Josh Stewart Band, a performance by Puddin Howell and a performance by Larry Pancake.

“During the skillet we see who (man or a woman) can throw an iron skillet the furthest. The winner will get a blue ribbon. Most of the times it’s the women who win, that’s just because they are used to throwing iron skillets at their husbands,” Warner said.

She said there are about 71 vendors who are set up at the festival.

On Sunday (today) the festival opens at noon with gospel music on the main stage. Performers include Prisoners of Hope, TRINU, Spoken For and Lori Shonkwiler. The last scheduled event for the festival is the drawling for raffle items that include a tent, Kindle Fire and a quilt in sewing basket.

Wayne Allen may be reached at 740-353-3101, ext. 208, or wallen@heartlandpublications.com.

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A tummy rumble in the jungle

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Travel


Postcard

Jungle path … the Amazon River, Peru. Photo: Alamy

SOME people have cast-iron skillets; I have a cast-iron stomach. A childhood aversion to bath time, coupled with a series of spectacularly unhygienic university share-houses, has left me with an unusually high tolerance to germs – a valuable weapon in the travel writer’s arsenal.

Montezuma’s Revenge? He didn’t avenge me. Delhi Belly? No problem for Mr Vincent. I’ve eaten street food that dumpster divers wouldn’t touch and gone back for seconds; I’ve stayed in youth hostels unfit for fleas and not even sneezed. But then I went to Peru.

I’ve eaten food dumpster divers wouldn’t touch. 

It started the night before, when, as the MV Aria cruised down the Amazon River, I experienced in my cabin the worst two nightmares since childhood. In the first, my family was harmed; in the second my beloved Geelong Cats lost the 2012 AFL grand final (don’t laugh – for me that’s a nightmare, though as it turns out they would be eliminated from the finals in week one).

The next morning I awake with an equally unfamiliar feeling: nausea. I manage to keep down my breakfast but the meal only makes me feel worse. The Aria is a luxury ship with a menu to match – it’s hardly the recipe for a tummy rumble in the jungle. So why do I feel so dreadful?

As we are scheduled to visit a village onshore straight after breakfast, I’ve no time to think what could be the culprit while I quickly wash my face and swallow the daily dose of anti-malarial pills I started taking the day before. But once ashore and in full view of the Aria’s other passengers, I am soon emptying the contents of my stomach with all the decorum of a Saturday night binge-drinker.

While the rest of my party take a jungle path the kilometre to the village, I stay in the forest and continue to be sick. The Aria’s paramedic is summoned and when he learns of my nightmares he immediately surmises I’ve had a reaction to the anti-malarials, a view I share given my rapid downfall since popping another few pills in the morning.

The air suddenly feels heavy and the paramedic’s voice becomes hard to follow. I’m struggling to walk but insist on pressing on. In the village, a thatched affair of dozing dogs and corn crops, snotty-nosed kids tease me in Spanish (a native speaker would later tell me they were telling me to pull up my pants – not my first priority at the time).

When I lose the ability to walk I am lifted into a wheelbarrow and pushed the kilometre back to the boat, where I start to recover once I stop taking the anti-malarials.

Despite my predicament I can’t help chuckling. On the Aria I had been reading Tracks, Robyn Davidson’s legendary account of a solo camel trek through the West Australian desert; I couldn’t even manage a kilometre in the Amazon before being loaded into a contraption designed to ferry bricks around building sites.

They sure don’t make travel writers like they used to.



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