You needn’t know anything about horses, nor horse racing, nor even the damn Kentucky Derby to get sucked into “Breakdown,” a horrifying New York Times investigation into horse injuries and deaths at race tracks across America.
Award-winning reporters Joe Drape and Walt Bogdanich spent months analyzing three years of race reports — 150,000 in all — and their findings, laid bare in the ongoing, multi-story series, have prompted at least one state to take a closer look at its lack of law and order regarding horse doping.
Not to be missed.
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Following a different sleep schedule on weekdays and weekends disrupts circadian rhythms and could lead to weight gain. A recent study found that people with different weekday and weekend sleep schedules were significantly more likely to be overweight. There was also a correlation between the magnitude of sleep schedule discrepancy and body mass index. Sleep researchers are calling the discrepancy between the demands of one’s social schedule and the desires of the body’s internal clock “social jet lag” and compare the effects of irregular weekend sleep patterns to flying from Paris to New York on Friday nights only to make the return trip on Monday mornings. More …
“Doc” says Steve “I want to be castrated”.
“What on earth for?” asks the doctor in amazement.
“It’s something I’ve been thinking about for a long time and I want to have it done” replies Steve.
“But have you thought it through properly?” asks the doctor “It’s a very serious operation and once it’s done, there’s no going back. It will change your life forever!”
“I’m aware of that and you’re not going to change my mind so either you book me in to be castrated or I’ll simply go to another doctor”.
“Okay okay” says the doctor “But it’s against my better judgment!”
So Steve has his operation, and the next day he is up and walking very slowly, legs apart, down the hospital corridor with his drip stand. Heading towards him is another patient, who is walking exactly the same way.
“Hi there” says Steve “It looks as if you’ve just had the same operation as me”.
“Well”, said the patient “I finally decided after 37 years of life that I would like to be circumcised”.
Steve stared at him in horror and screamed, “Shit! THAT’S the word!”
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Muffin tins are great for lots of things, not just making muffins, and the folks at America’s Test Kitchen have one more use for them that we love: pop in your muffin papers, and serve out single scoops of ice cream into each cup before covering them with wrap and putting them in the freezer. This way you have quick, single-scoops of ice cream ready to go when you want one, without waiting for a whole tub of ice cream to warm up enough to scoop some out.
We’ve talked about using muffin tins to make taco bowls, make cookie cups, and store stock, but this trick hits that instant gratification spot when it’s warm outside and some ice cream would hit the spot. When you want a scoop, just take a liner out of the tin, cover it back over, and put the ice cream into a bowl. No scooping, no fuss, no waiting.
Before you cry “this is why people are fat,” you might also consider using this tip to manage portions of ice cream—when you only have six scoops in one container, it’s easier to go and eat one scoop at a time, instead of serve a ton of ice cream out of a large container just because you’ve been waiting for it to get soft enough to scoop.