Shai
Holzharts Curried Chicken
(I knew
Shai back in the '60s. She was a Jewish Indian dancer and wonderful
woman....She served this with rice and vegetables and was gracious enough to
share the recipe. - Joan Meijer, Author)
12
pieces skinless chicken breast
1 pint sour cream
1 cup heavy cream
1 stick butter
1 cup slivered almonds
4 tablespoons curry powder
1 teaspoon white pepper
2 teaspoons salt
1 pint sour cream
1 cup heavy cream
1 stick butter
1 cup slivered almonds
4 tablespoons curry powder
1 teaspoon white pepper
2 teaspoons salt
Stew all
together until the chicken is completely cooked all the way through and falling
apart about one hour.
Thicken
gravy with
1
tablespoon corn starchmixed in 3 tablespoons cold water.
Serve on large platter of white rice decorated with lightly steamed broccoli....Serves 6
The President Has Aids – Review by Martha A. Cheves, Author of Stir, Laugh, Repeat; Think With Your Taste Buds; A Book and A Dish
Sure glad nothing bad happened to you, Sir,” Metcalfe
said, easing the older man back against the comfort of the leather seat.
“Press’ll eat it up,” Ripley laughed. “I bet it’ll help my poll numbers.” He
coughed and a gout of frothy, bright red blood spilled down his chin and a
spread in a widening stain over the front of his light blue shirt. The look, on
Metcalfe’s face was that of pure horror. He rapped on the window between the
front and back of the limo, “Bill! Eagle is down. Eagle is down.” The
President looked confused. Even though he was aware of the codes in which his
Secret Service spoke, he could not figure out what was happening. He knew he
was Eagle, but he wasn’t down. Down meant trouble and he wasn’t in trouble.
“Hand me a tissue would you Joel?” Harris Ripley said, preoccupied with the
fact that he could feel something like spittle running down and tickling his
chin. Annoyed at being soiled, he dabbed at his chin with the tissue. Blood
smeared across his jaw, but he was still unaware that he had been shot.
Harris Ripley is the president of the United States. While
leaving a the Washington Hilton Hotel after giving a speech to the UAW, a lone
gunman opens fire at Ripley as well as several others within the group
protecting him. Secret Service Agent Joel Metcalfe literally throws Ripley into
the limo and lays on top of him acting as a human shield. But unknown to Metcalfe
nor the President, it’s too late. The President has been shot and neither
realize this until after the limo pulls out heading for the Whitehouse.
Political reporter David McLaughlin was at the Hilton for
this disastrous event in history but instead of being in a position to report he
was in the nearest bar and had no idea as to what was taking place right before
him. Instead of firing him, McLaughlin’s publisher moved one of his most
brilliant reporters to the Obit section where he runs into Dr. Reginald
Hotchkiss. Dr. Hotchkiss is not only the husband of McLaughlin’s ex-wife and
step-father to his daughter but also a doctor of hematology. He has requested
that McLaughlin call him later. He has some disturbing news that he feels must
be made public. The meeting never takes place. Someone gets to Hotchkiss
before McLaughlin.
The name The President Has Aids is a giveaway as to what the
story builds up to but… the build-up is worth the read even if the title does
give it away. The events and actions that take place to cover up the fact that
The President Has Aids keep the pages turning. But who is behind this action?
Is it the Vice President? The Surgeon General hopeful? The President’s wife?
Or is it the President himself? And how did the President contract Aids? I had
my own suspicions and couldn’t wait to see if I was right.
The President Has Aids is a very well written book that kept
me hanging on to every word.