A pepper concoction

When I were a little kid, I used to fall sick quite frequently because of one or the other infections of tonsils. Some of the well-knowledged relatives of my parents would advise them on putting me on special esoteric treatment with spices, mostly ginger, turmeric, black pepper and the likes. Naturally when I were daubed with an evil spice concoction that can cause scalding, I would protest 'loudly' even in my weak state.

But I will not deny that a spiced tea is good for soothing sore throat. So here I am, suffering another sore threat episode and I wanted ginger tea. But unfortunately I didn't have any ginger root or powder. So I ended up concocting a different tea.

This is how to concoct it. Boil less than a pinch of black pepper in a cup of water on a sauce pan over the stove top. Add a teaspoon of black leaf tea(not the pellets) to the boiling water, and allow the tea to steep for a couple of minutes. Strained the tea and pour it to a cup. Add a spoon of lemon juice(optional) and a spoon of honey. Enjoy the soothing hot pepper tea!

An ode to a dog

Everyday I come to my master, with a trick to please him, just for a pat, a sign of friendship.
Everyday he throws me a bone, and sends me on a hunt, for to him, I'm just a distraction.
I sought a soul to befriend, he found a hound to pass his time with.

But today as I breathe my last breaths, I wonder whether I won his friendship.
Aye, I did, for he threw me a bone nearly everyday when he didn't forget me.
Now that I'll be just another leaf that fall in the autumn, I say I've no regrets.

... women are like cats

One of my friend's suggested that I should write just for the sake of writing. With nothing else in mind at my current frame, rather write on a random topic and ramble on about it. Because of the resident cats at the place where I live, I am fascinated by the topics that relate to the said creature. One of the lines which I often wonder about is how it is accepted to a certain level that women are quite cat like. I stumbled upon this article from 1906 NY Times. Honestly, it made me laugh. Well, that doesn't imply that I agree with the popular(or notorious if you like to think so) notion of cats and women being alike.

If one is rather more observant, they might say that pet animals can be quite spoilt. The resident feline often reaches high levels of peskiness, but the resident dog is no different either. I often find myself in position, where I'm forced to master the arts of allurement when it comes to make the dog come out or go in his pen. Well, I must also add on, it's not just me, who has the least to deal with the said canine, but also Jack and Marsha, as well as Jeri. I would rather say, that the dogs are trained to get a reward whenever they are expected to do something. But at the same time, if one consider who draws the attention of both the feline and the canine beings, it is the one who feeds them. Obviously, when Marsha calls out, they know that treat is on the way.

However, this is only a singular case, and I can not use it to establish anything. There's not much to it, than it being a myth, for my rational mind, things like these are just a long winded expression of something else, which might have happened years ago and have lost its significance today, because the original meaning is lost. Then again, there are several weird results shown in some studies like you may get to read here.

May be, I should send out a request to Myth Busters after searching its forums if they have done an episode on it yet.