Monthly Topics - Nov 2017
Veterans Day - Lest We Forget
Here are some tips on flag etiquette to make sure your tribute is a respectful one:
- Display the flag only between sunrise and sunset on buildings and stationary flagstaffs. The flag may be displayed for twenty-four hours if illuminated in darkness.
- Do not display the flag in inclement weather.
- Whether displaying the flag vertically or horizontally, make sure the canton of stars is visible on the upper left-hand side.
- Do not let the flag touch the ground.
- An unusable flag that is damaged and worn and can no longer be displayed should be destroyed in a dignified way by burning.
- When not on display, the flag should be respectfully folded into a triangle, symbolizing the tricorn hats worn by colonial soldiers in the Revolutionary War.
To Our Veterans
St. Tropez Ocean Condo would like to give a salute to al of our veterans who unselfishly gave of their time and their lives to serve our great nation. Thank you for your dedication and courage. We salute you!
Ice Cream Pumpkin Pie
- 1 package (9 ounces) prepared graham cracker pie crust
- 1 pint vanilla ice cream softened
- 1 can (16 ounces) pumpkin
- 1 cup whipped cream
- 3/4 cup sugar
- 2 teaspoons pumpkin pie spice
- 1/2 teaspoon salt
- Fill piecrust with ice cream; freeze until solid.
- In medium bowl, combine pumpkin, whipped cream, sugar, pumpkin pie spice and salt.
- Spoon mixture over frozen layer of ice cream in crust; freeze until solid.
- To serve, remove pie from freezer and place in refrigerator one hour before serving. Slice and serve with additional whipped cream, if desired.
- Cooking tip: Frozen non-fat yogurt and fat-free whipped topping may be used in place of ice cream and whipped cream.
At the 11th hour of the 11th day of the 11th month, the Armistice treaty ending WWI was signed. This day has become know as our Veteran’s Day. This day we honor the veterans of all the American wars. We’d like to thank all St. Tropez Ocean COndo veterans for your unselfish service to our country.
The St. Tropez Ocean Condoboard and management would like to offer our best wishes for a juicy turkey, a splendid gathering of friends and family, and triumphant victories for your favorite football teams this Thanksgiving Day. We hope you have the happiest of Thanksgivings.
- The staff at St. Tropez Ocean Condo would like to extend warm wishes for a Happy Thanksgiving to all of our residents. We are thankful to have such wonderful residents as you.
Turkey Breast Braised with Garlic and Rice
- 1 Cup long-grain rice
- 1 Can (14-1/2 ounces) chicken broth
- 1/2 Cup white wine
- 2 Teaspoons dried parsley
- 1/2 Teaspoon each dried rosemary, thyme and sage
- 1 Bay leaf
- 1 BONE-IN TURKEY BREAST (5-6 pounds)
- 3 Cloves garlic
- Preheat oven to 350.
- In 5-quart Dutch oven combine rice, broth, wine, parsley, rosemary, thyme, sage and bay leaf. Place turkey over rice mixture and sprinkle turkey generously with paprika.
- Cut off root ends of garlic cloves. Place whole garlic bulbs, cut-end-up, in rice around turkey breast.
- Cover top of Dutch oven with foil and lid.
- Bake at 350 degrees F. 2-1/2 to 3 hours or until meat thermometer inserted in thickest part of breast registers 170-175 degrees F.
- Allow to stand 10 to 15 minutes before serving.
- To serve, carve turkey into slices and place on platter.
- Spoon rice mixture into serving bowl.
- Squeeze garlic from skins onto turkey and rice.
A Letter From A Christmas Turkey by Laura E. Richards
Dear Little Ones:
A very suspicious-looking man came into the barnyard the other day. He looked all around among my brothers and cousins. Then he pointed at me and said I was a nice, big fellow. This made me feel very proud.
When he put his hand into his pocket, I supposed he was going to give me some corn. Instead he counted out money to my master. Then I knew he would take me away, and I began gobbling good-bye to my relatives and friends of the barnyard.
Now I am alone in the little pen he brought me to. I have been thinking of all this fuss over me, and having so many good things to eat must mean something. I gobbled to some other fowls running about in a yard, and found out from them that it was almost Christmas-time.
Now let me ease your tender little hearts about my career being so suddenly cut short. I want to tell you that in Turkeydom it is considered a great glory to be the center of attraction at a Christmas dinner-table; to be dressed up in a nice brown coat; to be surrounded by sparkling jellies, rich cranberry sauce, and all the other good things; to hear the children cry, "Oh! Oh!" and the papas and mamas say, "What a fine turkey!" This is 'what we live for, my little dears. So, when I have gobbled my last gobble, don't be sorry for me.
Yours, when fat,
Richards, Laura E. (1850-1943) "Four Feet, Two Feet and No Feet; or Furry and Feathery Pets, and How They Live" Boston: Page, 1886
For the hay and the corn and the wheat that is reaped,
For the labor well done, and the barns that are heaped,
For the sun and the dew and the sweet honeycomb,
For the rose and the song and the harvest brought home –
For the trade and the skill and the wealth in our land,
For the cunning and strength of the workingman’s hand,
For the good that our artists and poets have taught,
For the friendship that hope and affection have brought –
For the homes that with purest affection are blest,
For the season of plenty and well-deserved rest,
For our country extending from sea unto sea;
The land that is known as the “Land of the Free” –
Sandwich Day, November 3rd
John Montague, born in 1718, was an English nobleman who loved to play cards. Once in 1762 he played cards at a men’s club in London for 24 hours straight. He didn’t want to risk his luck by leaving the table to eat, so he asked that some roasted meats and cheeses be brought to him between 2 slices of bread so that he could hold his food in one hand and his cards in the other. The new food, the sandwich, was named for him, the Earl of Sandwich. Montague’s timesaving nourishment idea caught on quickly and changed the eating habits of people forever.
In Flanders Fields
by Major John McCrae
In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below
We are the dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved, and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields.
Take up our quarrel with the foe
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.