Joe, Mud, Java, Cuppa, Go Juice, Cupped Lightning, C8H10N4O2. These are just a few names for the world’s most popular morning beverage: Coffee.
If you’re like me, you’re useless in the morning before that first cup of coffee, but as soon as that sweet and savory bean juice hits your tongue, all systems are GO. But coffee isn’t just an energy boost for me in the morning; it represents something much bigger than that.
Cast-iron is just about as intimidating a piece of cookware can get. It frightens children, strikes fear into the hearts of brave men and bashes the faces of burglars the world over. Despite the obvious heft of a cast-iron pan, it IS actually more than just a weapon.
Cast-iron pans have many attributes that make them special. They are the absolute best piece of cookware for searing meat, fish, vegetables, fruit, anything. They simply rock at making things crispy, crusty and crunchy. Continue reading “The Culture of Cast-Iron Cooking”
Visitors attended the Wheels of the Southwest car show in Prague Saturday where a 1971 Fastback Mustang took home the top prize.
According to event coordinator Marilyn Davis, Judges evaluated 53 vehicle classes, which is more than most car shows. The show’s popularity has grown in recent months, as Davis has already organized eight shows this year with several more planned down the line.
“I’m very excited to see so many people enjoying a taste of Oklahoma car culture,” Davis said. The range of vehicles competing at this event would satisfy even the most dedicated car lover. From several iterations of classic American muscle cars, to a trio of restored Chevrolet Bel Airs; nearly every segment of car culture was represented.
I arrived at the Korean Roman Catholic Church at 10:50 a.m., 10 minutes prior to the start of Mass. The small building looked unimpressive compared to the monstrous Assembly of God megachurch just across the street. However, as soon as I opened the front door, I felt as if I had stepped into an entirely new world.
The entrance hall was dark, dank and abandoned. I stood around awkwardly for a few minutes, fingering through the pamphlets on a table, all of which were in Korean. At this point, I was sure that I was at the wrong church, but then I saw someone around the corner in a small kitchen preparing vegetables. This person, a woman, shouted something at me in Korean and then hurriedly ushered me into the chapel.