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Cooking Schools In Utah
- (Cooking school) A cooking school or culinary school is an institution devoted to education in the art and science of food preparation. It also awards degrees which indicate that a student has undergone a particular curriculum and therefore displays a certain level of competency.
- A state in the western US; pop. 2,233,169; capital, Salt Lake City; statehood, Jan. 4, 1896 (45). The region, a part of Mexico from 1821, was ceded to the US in 1848. The first permanent settlers, who arrived in 1847, were Mormons fleeing persecution. Statehood was refused until the Mormons renounced polygamy—a dispute that led to the Utah War 1857–58
- a state in the western United States; settled in 1847 by Mormons led by Brigham Young
- Utah ( or ) is a western state of the United States. It was the 45th state admitted to the Union, on January 4, 1896. Approximately 80% of Utah's 2,784,572 people live along the Wasatch Front, centering on Salt Lake City.
- The Utah Railway is a class III railroad operating in Utah and Colorado, and owned by Genesee & Wyoming Inc..
Foods that Alkalinize and Heal 1939 : internal sanitation
Internal Sanitation and a Clue for Health Seekers
In cases where constipation is not too well-established, a few simple rules will often suffice. First, reduce the intake of food and give the body a chance to catch up on elimination. In the beginning an enema may be taken to facilitate the unloading of waste. A twelve ounce glass of grapefruit juice first thing in the morning or a quart of lemonade, sweetened with honey, during the afternoon are good laxatives. A very powerful natural laxative consists of soaked sun-dried peaches or figs taken in the morning and again at noon, with very little, if any, other food. The liberal use of fruit and vegetable juices, with a diet otherwise sufficiently high in bulk requirements, will generally keep elimination regular.
But even though one can keep freshly ingested food moving on schedule, mere regular movements - although a good sign - are not complete evidence that all is as it should be. Cumulative constipation, a condition in which fecal matter collects over a period of years in folds or pockets of the colon, may nevertheless be present.
The retention of this waste is complicated by the action of the myriads of bacteria which are present in the body and which take advantage of congestion, slishness, or enervation to establish beds of infection. From these bacteria beds organisms are constantly escaping, polluting the blood stream and setting up additional points of infection.
Much can be done by the individual to put harmful bacteria at a disadvantage and prevent them from establishing themselves in dangerous concentrations. Dr. Thurman B. Rice in his "Bacteriology," a standard text used in modern medical schools, says: "The dilution factor is an extremely important one in all sanitary procedure. We do not exterminate germs but merely reduce their number. Rarely do enough germs get into the body to produce disease at once. They must grow and reproduce themselves many times. The resources of the body destroy many organisms and many are eliminated through natural processes." The key to the situation is to keep, through internal cleanliness, the numbers of the pathogens or disease-provoking microcytes below the point of danger.
You will recall the statement of the surgeon, Dr. Arbuthnot Lane, that he never would have cancer and that what he was doing to prevent it anyone could do. There is but one disease, says Lane, deficient drainage, and from this deficient drainage all disorders, cancer included, arise. So, concludes this authority, if natural elimination is maintained, disease will be averted.
The back of the tongue, as all physicians know, is a good index to intestinal condition. If the tongue is slime-coated and dark brown, one may suspect that food waste has found lodgement somewhere in the bowels and that the body is subjected to some degree of continuous contamination from the befouled sewer.
There are a number of methods employed to bring about complete intestinal cleanliness in such conditions. One of the most common is the fast, although I do not recommend a long complete fast. A partial or modified fast, in which the body is supplied with vitamins and minerals while withholding residue foods, is to be preferred. The fruit fast, or the fruit juice and vegetable juice fast, are good examples.
One of the simplest yet most effective methods of cleansing and detoxicating is through the lemon juice and water fast. The period may be from two to three days to a week or more. The juice of two lemons for each quart of water is used and a glass of this liquid taken warm each hour of the day. Morning and night an enema - one quart of water - should be taken. To break this lemon juice fast one can eat oranges or other fresh fruit the first day, and continue thereafter with fruits, cooked vegetables, cottage cheese, milk and buttermilk and fruit and vegetable juices.
Then there are the popular eliminative diets which are not so much a fast as a program for flushing, cleansing and detoxifying the system by concentrating on eliminative foods - natural foods, both fruit and vegetables, that are wholesome and laxative and very low in residue. The principal food in such diets is a vegetable broth, of which there are several varieties. (Page 21.) There is still another most effective means of removing the handicap of these disease-provoking masses. This particular method, although a strenuous program, is warranted to effect a complete evacuation of all the colon accruements and collections. Used with great success by one of the most skillful physicians in America, it can be employed by anyone who will take the time and trouble to follow out the regime. Here it is:
Abstain from all solid food and take only the following nourishment: A small cupful of liquor from boiled unsalted vegetables - no meat stock - at twenty-minute intervals throughout the day. Use a small enema of luke-warm water each evening. The best vegetables to use are the
Reading How To Write - 30/365
I really need to get serious about finishing things I start, ie stories. I can think of a million things to write about when I haven't got the time to do so, and I rarely write more than once a month (except for the two or three months a year where I get hypergraphic and can't stop writing).
This book had something about dreams in the title, and I had a pretty memorable dream last night: I was trying to get a ride to San Francisco to go to a show with Shereen (maybe because I am trying to figure out whether I should take the train or drive when I go up there in two weeks), but I was on a high school campus/winery in Los Gatos and there was a hippie dude walking around going, "You gotta try the hemp wine, dude !". Then I was ambushed by a track team from Utah running their little blonde butts off and asking me where to find a Steak n' Shake. I told them we didn't have those in California, and tried to ride a bike down 280 (at the El Monte exit in Los Altos) to get to my dad's shop so he could take me to the train station. On the way, I got a phone call from a friend and he told me he was going to die. Not that he was suicidal (thanks again, "The Bridge"), but that he was sick and was going to die soon. He was on the floor of an empty apartment, a blanket covering his legs and propped up against the dirty wall behind him. He looked fine but when I ran over and held him in my arms, he started to die. He got skinny and sweaty and shrunk. I started crying and kissing his forehead, then his breathing slowed until it stopped. I sobbed and sobbed, then laid his body down and ran away, thinking I would be blamed for his death. I found a bike at a convenience store nearby, biked to a friend's awful bedsit and watched her try to deep fry some corn tortillas, then threw one at her face when she made me angry with her awful cooking and complete lack of sensibility. I left and ran through a little patch of an idyllic European seaside town (that looked like Lawrence between 10th and 15th). There were signs that said "English" and "Francais" and each one led to a different part of town. I ran down the French one before I woke up.
I know where a lot of these elements came from (I really am stressed about whether to drive or take the train on the 14th; I was thinking about my pretend family in LG that afternoon; Bennigans is going bankrupt and it reminded me of Steak n' Shake; I saw an empty apartment on TV before bed; I just read that SF Chronicle series on Golden Gate Bridge suicides; I want a bike; I went to bed hungry; I thought about Guernsey's Anglo-Frenchiness, etc). The feeling of the dream was anxiety, about wanting something. Like good food or a bike or to run (I haven't since Thursday). Not that I want my friend to die either, but I guess I just wanted to be there for him when he needed someone. I wanted to be needed.
Weird. Anyway, what did you dream about last night ?
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