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Post #39 (isolation #8) » Mon Apr 11, 2016 9:58 am
Postby Carambola Fruity »
I don't know any good pizza places. Wait. I remember Topper's. When you're feeling hungry and it's gotta be great remember Toppers pizza is the pizza with taste!
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Post #48 (isolation #10) » Tue Apr 12, 2016 1:09 pm
Postby Carambola Fruity »
I know that they look pretty and that's about it. I think I answered with child labour somewhere?
I only got Russia and Kidney because they seemed most likely.
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Post #63 (isolation #14) » Sun Apr 17, 2016 8:17 pm
Postby Carambola Fruity »
Star fruit has a sweet, slightly tangy flavor. Some compare it to a blend of papaya, orange, and grapefruit, while others find it comparable to a mix of pineapple and lemon. The fruit can be sliced and enjoyed on its own, but it can also be added to other dishes and drinks. Here are a few suggestions on how to prepare and eat star fruit.
1: Eat star fruit with yellow skin. Ripe star fruit is firm and has vibrant yellow skin.
The more yellow the skin is, the sweeter the fruit will be. A yellow star fruit with a bit of brown along the edges is ideal.
A star fruit has approximately 30 calories. It is also a worthwhile source of fiber, vitamin C, carbohydrates, and water.
2: Cut the star fruit in slices and eat plain. Use a sharp knife to cut the fruit across the broad side, dividing it into star-shaped slices that are roughly 1/4-inch to 1/2-inch (6.35-mm to 1.27-cm) wide.
Wash the fruit well before slicing it. Rinse it under running water, scrubbing it with your fingers until any loose dirt hiding in the crevices comes free.
The entire star fruit is edible, so you do not need to peel it or seed it before eating it.
Star fruit can be enjoyed plain and on its own without adding it to anything else.
3: Alternatively, remove the edges and seeds before eating. Even though every part of the star fruit is edible, for presentation purposes, you may want to remove any brown edges or seeds.
Wash the fruit, using your fingers to scrub away any dirt while rinsing it under cool, running water.
Hold the star fruit steady with one hand. You can either hold it in your hand or brace the bottom against a cutting board or counter.
Glide a sharp, smooth kitchen knife along the edge of the star fruit. Make the cut where the green or brown part of the edge begins and slice thinly to only remove the discolored portion of the edge.
Slice off the ends. Cut 1/2-inch (1.27-cm) off both ends of the star fruit, removing any green or brown pointed tips.
Use a sharp knife to cut the star fruit into 1/4-inch to 1/2-inch (6.35-mm to 1.27-cm) slices. Cut across the broad side of the fruit to form star shapes.
Poke through the center of the star fruit with the tip of your knife to remove any visible seeds.
4: Include star fruit in a fruit salad. Toss slices of star fruit with other tropical fruits to create a colorful blend of sweet-and-sour flavors.
Fruits that pair well with star fruit include banana, strawberry, kiwi, mango, pineapple, papaya, grapes, and passion fruits.
You can toss the fruit salad gently with a lemon vinaigrette, orange glaze, honey, or fruit cocktail syrup to add another dimension of flavor.
For an even more tropical twist, garnish the fruit salad with a sprinkling of shredded coconut.
WARNING: Avoid star fruit if you have kidney problems. The fruit contains a neurotoxin that healthy kidneys can filter out, but damaged kidneys are unable to do so.
Go to a hospital if you experience symptoms of "star fruit intoxication" after consuming the fruit. Symptoms include insomnia, hiccups, vomiting, numbness, muscle convulsions or decreased strength, and confusion. These symptoms usually manifest themselves 30 minutes to 14 hours after an individual consumes the fruit. Rarely, star fruit intoxication can even cause death.
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Post #66 (isolation #15) » Mon Apr 18, 2016 12:13 pm
Postby Carambola Fruity »
When I was young, I lived in a far away land. Close to my home, there was a tall mountain, always covered in snow at the top. Also at the top of the mountain, there was an ancient monastery where ancient monks lived.
Sometimes as I rode my tricycle around the yard,I'd look up at the monastery on the tall mountain and wonder what it was like up there.
One day, when the wind was blowing down off the mountain, the air turned quite cold and I could hear a very strange noise on the wind. It was coming from the monastery! I couldn't figure out what could possibly be making such a strange noise and I was curious.
So, I started to ride up to the monastery. It took hours and hours, but I finally made it to the top. I bravely pounded on the massive door to the monastery and the head monk opened the door.
"Hello, Mr. Monk, sir. Down at my home in the valley below, I heard a very strange noise coming from your monastery. Could you tell me what it is?"
"I'm sorry," replied the head monk, "I can't tell you. You aren't a monk."
Sadly, I got back on my tricycle and rode all the way home, in a very foul and frustrated mood. I really did want to know what was making that noise.
The wind did not blow down off the mountain again until a couple years later. I was a bit bigger and stronger now and now rode around town on my bicycle.
As luck would have it, I was out riding when the wind blew down off the mountain, the air turned quite cold, and I heard a very strange noise on the wind. It was coming from the monastery! I could not figure out what could possibly be making such a strange noise and I was curious.
So, I made a ham and cheese sandwich, hopped on my bicycle and started to ride up to the monastery. It took hours, but I finally made it to the top. I pounded on the massive door to the monastery and the head monk opened the door.
"Hey, Mr. Monk. Down at my home in the valley below, I heard a very strange noise coming from your monastery. Could you tell me what it is?"
"I'm sorry," replied the head monk, "I can't tell you. You aren't a monk."
Sadly, I got back on the bicycle and rode all the way home, in a very foul and frustrated mood. I really did want to know what was making that noise.
The wind did not blow down off the mountain again until a couple years later. I was much older and often rode around in my new convertible sportscar.
As luck would have it, I was out riding when the wind blew down off the mountain, the air turned quite cold, and I heard a very strange noise on the wind. It was coming from the monastery! I could not figure out what could possibly be making such a strange noise and I was curious.
So, I bought a burger at a fast food place, got in my convertible sportscar, and started to ride up to the monastery. It took 20 minutes, but I finally made it to the top. I pounded on the massive door to the monastery and the head monk opened the door.
"Mr. Monk. Down at my home in the valley below, I heard a very strange noise coming from your monastery. Could you tell me what it is?"
"I'm sorry," replied the head monk, "I can't tell you. You aren't a monk."
Sadly, I got back in my convertible sportscar and rode all the way home, in a very foul and frustrated mood. I really did want to know what was making that noise.
That night, I thought and thought about the very strange noise and how I just had to know what caused it. So, I resolved to do something about it the next day.
The next day, I got in his convertible sportscar and raced up the mountain, slammed on the brakes, and skidded to a stop right in front of the massive door to the monastery.
I honked the horn of my convertible sportscar until the head monk finally opened the door.
"Alright, Mr. Monk, I want to know what is making that very strange noise coming from you monastery!"
"I'm sorry," replied the head monk, "I can't tell you. You aren't a monk."
"Well, then can I become a monk?"
"Why certainly! It is quite easy. You must travel the earth and count the number of blades of grass in every field and the number of grains of sand on every beach. When you return with your answer, then you shall be a monk."
So I left the monastery and travelled the earth. For years and years I counted the blades of grass and grains of sand, until one day I had finally finished. I made my way slowly back to the monastery and found the head monk.
"Oh, Mr. Monk, I have travelled the earth these past years, counting the blades of grass and grains of sand. I finally know that there are 123,123,123,123,123 blades of grass in the fields and 123,123,123,123,123 grains of sand on the beaches and I would like to become a monk."
So I became a monk. At last, I would now be able to find out the source of that very strange noise coming from the monastery.
"Mr. Monk, what is the noise coming from the monastery?" I asked..
The head monk replied, "The source is too complicated to describe in words. I am afraid that you must see it for yourself to truly understand it. This key will show you the answer you seek."
"Take this key to the deepest, darkest corner of the coldest, dampest room in the dirtiest, filthiest cavern under the monastery. There you will find a long corridor. At the end of the corridor is a door and through the door is the thing that makes the noise."
Well, of course I went immediately to the deepest, darkest corner of the coldest, dampest room in the dirtiest, filthiest cavern under the monastery and there I did indeed find the long corridor. I walked down the corridor until I could see the door at the end.
Unfortunately, there were three magical fires that never go out blocking me from the door. I decided to jump the fires to reach the door. I made sure the key was secure in my hand, took a running charge at the first fire and leapt!
Over the first fire I flew, but I dropped the key. I leapt back over the fire, ran all the way back down the long corridor, out of the deepest, darkest corner of the coldest, dampest room in the dirtiest, filthiest cavern under the monastery and back to the head monk.
"Oh, Mr. Monk! I am so sorry! I went to the deepest, darkest corner of the coldest, dampest room in the dirtiest, filthiest cavern under the monastery, down the long corridor to the door, but there were magical fires and I dropped the key in the first one as I leapt over it."
"Do not worry, for there is another key and you must overcome tests on your way to enlightenment. The second key, however is far, far away in Canada."
I left the monastery and travelled to Canada. It took many years because I had no money, being a monk and all.
Eventually, I arrived in Canada and managed to track down the key to the door. I then had to make the return journey equally as painstakingly, but finally I arrived back at the monastery. Down into the deepest, darkest corner of the coldest, dampest room in the dirtiest, filthiest cavern under the monastery I went, until I found the long corridor.
Over the first fire I went, quite old by this point, but key still in hand!
Over the second fire I went, key still in hand!
Over the THIRD fire I went, key still in hand!
I had made it! I'd made the jumps and here I was standing outside the door with the answer to my question. Finally, finally, after so many, many, many years of wanting to know what was making the strange noise, I would know. The answer lay through the door in front of me and I could at last be at peace with myself.
Slowly, I slid the key into the lock. Turning the key a slight 'click' was to be heard as the lock moved back allowing me to open the door. I pushed the door open and stepped inside.
Shock and amazement came over me as I finally realized the answer to my question!
Be more adventurous! Why not Passion?