D.U.N. dun with American culture

I get so sick of how people think if you do something you need a label or if or if you call yourself a Christian, you look a certain way and have a certain political view. I've had all I can take of political and cultural Christianity. I hate stereotypes. I am into motorcycle riding and cooking. Stereotype that.

I don't have a favourite food or a favourite place because I haven't tried all the foods or been to everywhere in the world. From now on I'm finished conforming to "Christian" or "political" culture.
I no longer want to be a "Christian" by standards of the world or of American Culture. I want to be a follower of Christ be the standards of the Bible.

This has next to nothing to do with food but this is a much bigger issue than food. Food is a great thing and a gift from God but is sadly irrelevant too to the subject at hand.

I live not for food, not for school, not for Janine though I love her very much, and not for family, but for God, and to spread his love to the world. Though all the things I listed are good things, they are all worthless when placed next to God.

My life since school has been an on going battle. My attention is spread thin between school friends, Janine, and God. Sadly I give school most of my time, friends most of what's left, and push the 2 people I care for most, Janine and God to the side and give them only what's left. For this I am sorry. God blesses my day after day and I only give him leftovers in return.

As I said before I'm finished looking like other Christians and fitting their stereotypes. No longer will I be Christian by culture. I will look different from other Christians, so as not to be confused with those who fallow the culture, and to the best of my ability I'll act the way that Christ would.

Thank God for food

Do you ever get a craving for a food and it just won't go away? Some times I get the bigest craving for sushi.

Man I'll ever forget the first time I eat sushi. I was on a plane headed to Papua New Guinea from Singapore. The flight attendant woke me up and set a small little plastic plate like sectioned container, and a cup of instant noodles on my flip down tray-table. I looked at it and saw and thought to my self.

"This is weird food, but I'm hungry."

I knew exactly what the noodles were. The sectional plate however seemed to have a few slices of raw salmon and some sticky rice. I had some idea what it was but the idea of sushi was still so odd, and kinda gross to an 11 year old boy. Me being who I am though just had to try it.

At first I was like, yeah its kinda gross but something inside compeled me to continue to eat it. By the time I was finished with it I felt so accomplished that I wanted more of it. This of course was not a possibility at the time but ever since then I can't get enough sushi. Man good stuff that.

I really believe that opening my mind to different food really helped me to open my mind to other cultures and people that might otherwise seem strange and or undesirable. Thank God for food.

Just think if it weren't for that time eating sushi on the plane to PNG I might have never cared to meet different people. If it weren't for sushi and I might never have met Janine, my lovely Philippina girl friend. What fun would life be if I never met her?

Hi my name is Nathan Freeze.

In My life I've been all over the world. When I was 11 years old my family and I moved to Papua New Guinea where we were missionaries for several years. In between there and here I was able to see all over Asia and was instantly inspired to try and to cook all kinds of food. I've eaten everything I could get my hands or should I say mouth on, from sushi to grub worms.

I am not a Chef nor do I have any kinda of formal culinary training. I just love to cook. There are very few things I love more than cooking. Than would be God, my girl friend Janine, my other family and friends and motorcycles, in that order. sometimes though I just have to cook something.

One of my most favourite things to eat is HOT WINGS. Were I to make hot wings right now I'd start by cuting about 10 or 15 wings. I'd cut the "leglet" from the rest of the wing. I would then proceed to drying the winds of with a paper towel (this makes them crisp when cooked), after drying the wings spread then out on a cooling rack, on a cookie sheet. After all of that, I'd place the seemingly precarious assembly of pans and such in the oven, witch should be set to 400 degrees feren-hight and only bake until crispy, 15 minutes. I try not to over cook the wings. Nobody likes dry wings.

When the wings come out of the oven I let them cool for a few minutes before handling them (they will be hot). After they cool I'd take about a cup and a half of rice-flour in a bowl mix in 1.5 tsp, salt .5 tsp cayenne pepper, and just a pinch of paprika for color. I'd then Dip each wing piece in the flour mixture and drop them into hot peanut oil, and let them cook just until golden brown.

Now for the fun part THE SAUCE. Everyone knows that Hot Wings sauce is best when made with you know that one sauce with the guy with the lasso from Texas, I can't for the life of me think of the trade marked name of it but you know what I mean. Any way you need that stuff, about half a cup of it and just about 1 Tbl spoon of garlic powder, a third of a stick of butter, and just a little squeeze of lemon juice not much about a half a tsp. This mixture needs microwaving just for the butter in the mix to melt. when this is finished melting drop the wings into the bowl of saucy goodness cover the wings from tip to tip with the hot wing sauce. When all that hard work was stick a fork in it done, I eat every last one of those wings.