Elora, ON

1. Head northwest on Metcalfe St toward Macdonald Square
2. Continue onto Geddes St
3. Turn left to stay on Geddes St
4. Slight left at Woolwich St W
5. Take the 3rd right onto County Road 7 (signs for Alma/Teviotdale)
6. Continue onto Elora St S/Regional Road 7
7. Turn left at Peel St W/Regional Road 17
8. Continue onto County Road 17
9. Slight left at Floradale Rd
10. Turn right at Line 86/Regional Road 86
Continue to follow Regional Road 86
11. Turn left at Herrgott Rd/Regional Road 10
12. Turn right at Lobsinger Line/Regional Road 15 (signs for Crosshill)
13. Turn left at Hutchison Rd/Regional Road 5/Regional Road 7
Continue to follow Hutchison Rd/Regional Road 7
14. Continue onto Perth Line/County Road 56/County Road 7
Continue to follow County Road 56/County Road 7
15. Turn left at County Road 119
16. Slight left at Waterloo St N/County Road 119
17. Turn left to stay on Waterloo St N/County Road 119
18. Turn right at the 1st cross street onto Lakeside Dr
19. Continue onto Erie St/ON-7 W
Continue to follow ON-7 W
20. Turn right at County Road 9 (signs for Saint Marys/Perth County line )

It all started with my brother causeing drama with my mum causeing her to pull me out of bed to help her clean something up, Which she contued to yell the full time, I then left to wash and get ready for school. I was a lited fuse I avoided the world doing as little as posible to draw attencetion tomyself, then at lunch my fuse was about to blow, My dearest friend was handing around a card for a friend to sign for a nothers b-day and then she made the mistake of wishing me one I went off and yelled about the unfairness of this day and started to cry the next thing I know I’m  pulled off to the bathroom to wash up and get ready for second half. Now a thing about me is I take shop with the guys, only guys and me , So I’m a little crying mess and they have know clue what to do with me . So I suck it up and take a breath before going in I  mange to make in though the class with out balling and the teacher seems to be the one aware that I’m a little off today he asks I say I’m fine , I had some lie worked up bout alleriges or my thought but didnt want to use them , after class I stuffed a cocolate bar into my mouth  and trying to pull myself together my next and last class went fine, The bus ride home fine, once I put my bag down cry baby, I cryed for 10 mintues then sulked inmy room for 30 till my dad called me down for dinner, I got a hug and a kiss from both him and my mum and  I knew that no matter how awfull my day was going to turn out  my mum and dad were there and they cared,

I no longer feel the need of human arms around me or anything arms around me, I feel more and more like I don’t belong in this world though, and as weird as it may seem I don’t think that humans the right word to understand what I am. It feels to Fake and cheep in my mouth and ears when describing me yet a mythic monster like Werewolf or Cat/human or even witch doesn’t sound right ether. The closet I can personally think of would be human or a mythic ,but then again I wish to incorporate that I feel mythic some days some days when the sun beats down just so or the way some people act making them easier or harder to read. I assume every one is a mythic in one way or a other, Some are just cursed harder with more to fight though then others.

As I had started to write in Madilyn’s Mask Everyone has a mask and really my have 3 one for my family one for my friends and one for teachers yet only a fair few really have seen my true face, my woodworking class, my dear friend who suffered though me asking him stupid questionings and lastly myself. I really am Shy with a lack of understanding who I really am and why and what makes me feel so lost some days, Some days I put on a mask just so I don’t have to deal with the Bull shit of ever day life and others because I don’t feel to enjoy anyones company

So as I told you yesterday, I think I have no chance in hell with this wonderful man whom I’ve been crushing on since January . But Even if I’m wrong or in the worst chance I’m right I’m glad for once I’ve pulled myself into talking to him, Today alone I managed to have 20 mintues alone with him to talk things out and give him a chance to open his mind for me to read from, Cause At the moment I feel our conversations are very one side with me asking a lot of the questions. I’ve asked if he had any questions for me and he had to think about it. I hope that I’m right and like a book filled yet some how empty to the gental eyes trying to find the words, I fear June when he leaves my life only because I’m worried he will never feel the same way, But somehow I wont give up I want to know about him!

I want him to understand that maybe his not alone in this world that I care that I want to know him That he doesn’t have to walk though this world by himself with out really thinking, A life half lived, I want him to be able to understand that I’m here for him I want him to understand that His not alone that I’m here and I care about him, I want to fulfill his life make it whole.

I understand his being nice about going on walks with  me and allowing  me to try to read him But I don’t care! if I did I would have giving up da-weeks ago But no I’m to hard head and strong to not try even if I fail I have to try not just for him but for myself.

As selfish as that sounds I believe that I can try even if the crush is just one way I’m sure I can at lest help I’m not sure how but.

I know his way to good for me but there’s something about him maybe its cause he’s to good for me but I’m not going to stop trying, I’m not going to yet him walk out of my life, Not without a try to make a difference in his, I just wish I knew what he was thinking his is the only person that I can’t seem to read to pick the mind of, I wish I could tell him all this I wish I could understand why  he hides why he tries to hide himself why he needs to block the world from his true self.

Theres still many questions I have to ask him, like why he wont take my Cell number or what his feeling towards me are but I’m sure we can get to that one day, Maybe tomorrow maybe sooner maybe later I don’t know that’s the think about him he only tells me what I ask no more no less I guess this means I’ll have to ask hard questions that cause him to answer more deeply yet still I feel like the more questions I ask the more he pulls away from me I don’t want him to pull from me I don’t want him to be alone I want him to know I care yet somehow I don’t want to scare him I want him to —- well I don’t really know what I want from him I just don’t really know I wish I did that would make this easier I think but I don’t I just don’t I’ve asked my friends and they seem to be little to no help or way to much.
oh well I’m a survivor and hard head and I wont give up because some how when I fine mister right I’ll be able to give up and stop trying but till then I’m going to try because I don’t know I may make a difference I may not I may fall and crash breaking my heart and soul into millions of pieces but I’m still going to try to I’m still going to find out who he is because I might never give up I might alway try for the quiet Handsome charming man I go for walks with at lunch smiling and talking joking trying to understand him, Yet I don’t think I’ll ever understand him fully not right now maybe never but one day who really knows what the future has in store who knows how the cards will be dealt, I for one don’t even know if the cards are deal in our favour do I care? should I? I’ll keep living even if he is never my boyfriend but at lest it was fun . Right I cant hide myself behind my broken heart and never try to love again right? one must learn and play the game if they want to ever play in the pro’s ledges.

Well that has been my two cents on love . God Bless – Melissa

“you miss them?” the deep males voice mumed  . Okay that was Eric voice I wasn’t dreaming or at lest I didn’t think I was.

I  slowly opened my eyes to the fremiler walls of my bed room and the smiling face of Erics he bend down to kiss me I expected it slowly as my hands slowly numbed I touched his face and the kiss broke  ” why are you here? aren’t you needed?” I asked in a low timed voice,

He hushed me as he pushed my hair away from my face. ” All questions will be answered in due time. ” He said as the a click sounded that some one else had joined our little party he was tall and handsome the dear sweet paper boy Steven  was standing looking extremly mad as he entered.

“How do you feel? ” he asked taking Eric spot at my side. he hummed something I didn’t understand but Eric did cause he put his hand on Steven shoulder ” keep it there and I’ll break it off Eric.” Steven said calmly as he took both my hands into his.

” Dude you the one touching my Girlfriend!” Eric yelled angeraly  Steven droped my hands and hit him in the gaw.

“Eric just because you say it so doesn’t make it soo.” He snarled before eric Bloody mouthed ran out of the room.

“Steven” I quickly said but he stoped me.

“shhh”

“what happed with Cherry and Dave?” I asked feeling anixity rise like a storm into my throught.

” my parents? there at home you scared them half to death, wondering on to the forest half froze with no jacket or nothing screaming insanely my name.”  He calmed me again by placing his hands on mine it was strange the effect he had on me.

“your parents?” I asked laughing to myself no wonder.

Just as I began  the shaddow of Dave and Cherry appeared at the door.” little snow angel!” Dave exclamed before cherry gave him a nasty look causeing both me and steven to laugh,

“Stevy were going now Maddy needs her rest. ” cherry said  walking over to the boy and I. Steven stood and joined the giant at the door.

Cherry bent over me and kissed my forhead ” get well sound mon snow Angel.” She hummed to me as I driffed slowly to a rest full sleep.

 A Quiet moun excaped  my lips as the pain started to set in my hands and feet feeling like a million booms bluw them apart then glued them back together, my legs and arms screamed loudly at me as everywhere else just hurt. I slowly opened my eyes to see the calm eyes of a younge nurse not even 30 stareing back at me as she dabed me.

” well someones up.” she said cheerfully ” well I’m Cherrie. My husband found you in the woods about 4 days back.” I look at her and try to get up.

” four Days?” I said trying to sit up. As cherrie taned hands push me back down

” stay still child, you’ve been though a lot. how do your hands and leg feel?” Cherrie asked lifting the blankets I looked down at my bandaged hands and feet

” Sore. ” I anwsered as Her lovely incy hair bonced up and down with her nod. ” shouldn’t I be in the hospital? do my parents know I”m here ? Where am I? who are you?” my Voice shoke but still manged to keep a ferm grip on the fear doning the wording.

Worry painted itself on to cherries face as I questioned her. she stared across the room and stood and followed her eyes, to a box she opend the top and broght something shine over to me as it got closer I saw it was a needle  what was in it I wasn’t sure and what she was going to do with it scared me even more.

“I’m Cherrie Woodburd daughter of the masucache Chef. My husband Dave Woodburd is a traper in the forest, He came across you and you were half dead and coverd in blood. I Being a nurse of the village  started to take care of you. we have no phones or cars at the moment to get you back to your home so no your folks dont know though my youngest brother jacob is going to your home to tell them by horse. once your fit anought to travel you too will go back vee aa Horse or truck.” She smiled dabbing my arm with a white cloth. ” this will take the pain away enough for you to sit up.” she stabed my with the needle as I winsed .

The medication took affected right away as the pain disappeared.  and Cherrie started to take the banding off my arms and legs, I looked down to see two nice cut on each hand running down to the mid of my forarm. My legs were fine and were for the most part just cold.

“ You really did a number on your arms  child”  Cherrie told me as she dabbed my arm with the white cloth.

 She helped  me into a seated position. I looked around the wood cabins room it was small with a chair next to the bed which was a small single  person bed with a old multipy coloured quilt on it and me init on the chair was a pillow and anoughter old blanket both looking extemely new. the walls were a oak colour like everything else in the room,  a single dresser sat  oppsite the bed  with flower picture on the wall beside it. I then looked at Cherrie in her blue skirt and green shirt , her hair black tied in a messy bun in the back looking like it had been unkep for many days.

“Cherrie, have you been looking after me this whole time? I mean have you gone to do stuff for yourself?”I asked feeling incredibly giltey.

And just on cue a tall dark man as big as a grizzy walked into the room carring a tray with 3 steming bolls of soup and some glasses with what I though was organe jusic.

“well someones looking better, with more colour and life then the last time I saw her.” he said his voice calm and caring  unnachrealy so for someone so big ” I’m Dave. and you most be our little snow angel” he walked over as Cherrie pulled a small table over for him to put the tray on. He sat it down and then placed himself in the old chair beside me.

Cherrie handed Dave his soup and drink then started to spoon some out, she brought the spoon to my lips ” open you most be starved ” she said kindly.

“may I try and fed myself, if thats alright with you.” Cherrie smiled and handed me the soup and spoon. I tasted the soup and it was delicous it was like nothing I had ever had before and it was amazing the taste and colour it was like tomato but not. I quickly finished  as well as dave he took  my boll.

” would you like some more? Angel.?”  He said and stood from the chair.

” no thank you that was wonderful though.” I said feeling tired.

cherrie who was just finishing hers handed dave the tray as well as her boll laughing at me as she did so ” did you even taste it?”  i nod and smile.

“mon cherrie. I’ll watch her tonight.” Dave said before truning to the exit the small room. Cherrie smiled and noded  truning to me ” comfy?” she asked her voice calm and tired all at the same time.

Dave took  5 mins to clean the kitchen and ready Cherries bathroom. before he was in my room and ushering her out.

Once Cherrie was out and dave was sited down into the chair and I was in a laying siting postion  dave spoke” she didn’t want to leave you till she knew you were awake, she said beside you the whole time. She- we have lost 4 of our children  and she didnt want to lose you aswell.” Dave’s voice fulled with saddness and lose as he spoke.

“I’m sorry.” I mudder feeling increadible bad.

 Dave grab my pillow and carefully fluft it for me ” well not till your well  at lest . But for now you most sleep.” he hummed as he placed the pillow back behid my head  I laid back and was suddenly fast asleep.

Types of Poultry: Cornish game hens   

Broiler-Fyers   

Roasters   

Capons   

Stewing chickens   

Duck   

Turkey   

A closer look on three types of poutry   

Cornish game hens weigh 1 to 2 pounds and have tender, bland-tasting meat.   

Broiler-Fyers are matured a bit longer, to about 3 to 4 months, and weighs 3 to 4 pounds.   

Roasters and Capons are matured at least twice as long, weigh 4 to 5 pounds and have more well-developed, flavorful meat.
 
Stewing chickens are matured up to 18 months and develop even more flavorful meat, but its toughness makes stewing chickens best for moist cooking   

Water chilled is mostly found in north America. After plucking and Eviscerated the Bird is then dropped into a bath of freezing water, making it absorb up to 12% of their weight in water, which slightly dilutes the Flavor of the meat and bumps the profit per pound up.   

In Europe most of the Birds after plucking are Air chilled in a freezing room. Air chilled makes the birds skin crispy and brown more easily, Also it give the meat slightly more Flavorful.   

Factory farming.   

Factory farming is the practice of raising livestock in close small high stocking density, Where the farm becomes more for like a factory, This Practic is mostly found in industery Farms.   

Concerns about factory Farming:  

Ethics
The large concentration of animals, animal waste, and the potential for dead animals in a small space poses ethical issues 
Human health impact
According to the U.S. Centers for Disease Control and Prevention (CDC), farms on which animals are intensively reared can cause adverse health reactions in farm workers. Workers may develop acute and chronic lung disease, musculoskeletal injuries, and may catch infections that transmit from animals to human beings 

Environmental impact
Concentrating large numbers of animals in factory farms is a major contribution to global environmental degradation, through the need to grow feed (often by intensive methods using excessive fertiliser and pesticides), pollution of water, soil and air by agrochemicals and manure waste, and use of limited resources (water, energy).

Animal welfare impacts of factory farming can include: 

Close confinement systems (cages, crates) or lifetime confinement in indoor sheds
Discomfort and injuries caused by inappropriate flooring and housing
Restriction or prevention of normal exercise and most of natural foraging or exploratory behaviour
Restriction or prevention of natural maternal nesting behaviour
Lack of daylight or fresh air and poor air quality in animal sheds
Social stress and injuries caused by overcrowding
Health problems caused by extreme selective breeding and management for fast growth and high productivity
Reduced lifetime (longevity) of breeding animals (dairy cows, breeding sows)
Fast-spreading infections encouraged by crowding and stress in intensive conditions[54]
Male chicks, which are too scrawny for meat and incapable of laying eggs, may be liquidated as inventory 

Alternative to Factory farming  

Free-Range
Free-Roaming
Organic chickens 

Vegetarianism

 Major vegetarian categories include:

ovo-vegetarian: eats eggs; no meat
lacto-ovo vegetarian: eats dairy and egg products; no meat
lacto-vegetarian: eats dairy products; no eggs or meat
vegan: eats only food from plant sources
And many other people are semi-vegetarians who have eliminated red meat, but may eat poultry or fish.

different Cultures that practice of eating a Vegetarian Diet.

Rastafari

Hinduism

Jainism

Buddhism

] Sikhism

Judaism

Classical Greek and Roman Thought

Christianity

  Alternative ingredients that offer the same kinds of protein

milk

eggs

and soy.

 Bad for the planet?

To much unheathly chickens causeing chicken illness to speard rapidly

 Recpie with chicken

Chicken, Pickles, and Potatoes,

Roast Chicken with Rosemary

Chicken Casseroles

Oh-So-Good Chicken Casserole 

 olive oil ,

sour cream ,

shredded Cheddar cheese ,

fresh sliced mushrooms ,

salsa ,

cooked white rice,

boneless chicken breast halves Cooked and diced.

1. In a skillet, heat oil over medium heat. Saute mushrooms.
2. Combine mushrooms, sour cream, cheese, salsa, rice, and chicken. Place in a greased casserole dish.
3. Bake at 350 degrees F (175 degrees C) for 25 to 35 minutes.

-cook quickly together great for lunch or geting rid of left overs

Swanson® Rosemary Chicken and Roasted Vegetables

 whole chicken,

butter, 

 medium red potatoes,

 whole baby carrots ,

celery,

small white onions,

 fresh rosemary leaves,

1 cup Swanson® Chicken Stock ,

orange juice

Brush the chicken with the butter. Place the chicken and vegetables into a roasting pan. Season with the rosemary. Mix the stock and orange juice in a small bowl and pour half the stock mixture over the chicken and vegetables.
Roast at 375 degrees F for 45 minutes.
Stir the vegetables. Add the remaining stock mixture to the pan. Roast for 30 minutes or until the chicken is cooked
through.

Chicken, Pickles, and Potatoes

 all-purpose flour
 salt and black pepper to taste
 garlic powder to taste

 skinless chicken thighs
 olive oil
chicken broth
 potatoes,
petite pickles (such as Mt. Olive®),
baby carrots,
 black olives
 pickle juice

1. Place the flour in a shallow dish and season lightly with salt, pepper, and garlic powder. Season the chicken thighs with salt and pepper, and dredge in the flour. Heat the olive oil in a large skillet over medium-high heat.Cook the chicken in the hot oil until golden, about 3 minutes. Flip chicken and brown on the other side, 3 additional minutes. Pour in the chicken broth.
2. Stir in the potatoes, pickles, carrots, black olives with juice, and pickle juice. Reduce heat to medium, cover, and cook until the potatoes are tender and the chicken thighs are no longer pink at the bone and the juices run clear, about 40 minutes. An instant-read thermometer inserted near the bone should read 165 degrees F (74 degrees C).

*ta da theres the report*

I felt my feet sending me run to the door  my hand opening it and runing down the stairs and out the front door in a fit. I needed  Steven not Eric why was I so stupid not to see.

I ran   to the park he and his mates played ball at  hoping to see him. I looked around the woods and though the park, consuming my self in fear that I’d find his life less corpes lieing dead with a cut deep into his skin or a gun in his hand. My body soon became cold as I huged myself to try to keep the cold from reaching my body , my thin sweater bearly kep me warm as I ran though the snow till I was deeply swormed but mountainest trees, and rocks unable to fight the cold that now incompased me I dropped to my knees and looked around unable to see any way out my mind raced.

‘Why didn’t I call him first? , Why did I run to him? ,  what was I trying to prove or do? ‘ Thoughts swarmed my mind racing around my head.

I breathed in the cold winter air it had to be six by now, my mother would be calling me to the table only to fine me not in my room  my shoe and jacket in place  by  the door placed with care, everything in place  exeped me. But she is smarter than me she’ll call the cops and with in a few hours she’d be yelling and screaming at the top of her lungs to get and keep everyone in line and get them to help with the search. Would she be too late would the cold winter winds and snow take me as a victim like they had many other.

Steven what would become of him would he to in the haste run out to find me or would he surge it off saying it was Eric bussince.

Eric the boy who had tried with my heart and keep me hopping he was the one that I’d marry and call my husband while he sleep in a nought girls bed.

What would Sahar and the other at school think if I disappeared into the night, would they miss me would they hold a burial for my lifeless corpse? what would they say? She died realising that everything she did was wrong or not sane, She was deeply hurt many times so freezing to death was ‘suitible’ way for her to go.

Thoughs ran though my mind as the cold wind bluw me down closer to the ground, I was taught how to be a lady but my mother forgot to teach me how to save myself from the cold, My face touched the cold ground and burned imditly after. My hands and feet numb and turning blue and purple  my body shaking villently from cold my hands blue with cold cover my face as my legs bought my knees to my chest for more warmth. My eyes slowly closed as the wind bluw into them  and it was soon dark.

I heard vague noise as I lay almost lifeless my brain still raceing, the Crunching of the ice and snow a voice I think males, then a grunt, Then I was off the ground. I felt the warmth of the  person body and something bigger being wrapped over me. my eyes still closed trying to open but the pain was to unbearible, I’d later find out my eye lids had frozen shut. the voice was muddering something, to me as  we walked I was still unable to hear or make out the words or voice of the male, In stead I rested my body in his arms alowing myself to sleep.

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