Saturday, April 19, 2008

Apparently I'm on to Something

From Krista Cook, PhD in Kansas:

I read your article and I'm delighted that you have discovered camel milk. Camel milk cheese is now being imported to New York City. See the following news article:

"To the Cheese Course, Prepare to Add Camel "
March 19, 2008
New York Times

Your article hit a few points, but there is a lot more to camel milk. Check out the following:

Tiviski Dairy in Mauritania -- This is the first camel milk dairy in Africa and one of the few in the world. It is where camel milk cheese was developed:

Mrs. Nancy Abeiderrahmane started Tiviski. She is an unusual woman -- a British born engineer

She won a Rolex Award for developing camel milk cheese:

An update on her:

A recent Voice of America article:

Camel milk shows incredible promise in its ability to CURE severe food allergies:

The scientific study:

An article on the scientific study

I've started my own site on camels and camel milk dairies. It is still rough. The "In The News" section is the most developed -- most articles from 2008, 2007 and 2006 can be found there.

Please write more about camel milk! It is a product that the developing world has in abundance. If a market for it could be cultivated, in the United States and elsewhere, it would give some near destitute countries a viable product to export. In addition, those purchasing it would have an incredibly healthy product to consume. It really is a win/win situation. The Al Ain dairy in the United Arab Emirates exports powdered camel milk to Austria for camel milk chocolates. Powdered camel milk could get past those pesky airline restrictions.

Also, here in the plains states, the aquifers are getting too low that irrigating crops is no longer viable and there isn't enough fodder to graze cattle. However, the area from Texas all the way to the Dakotas and Montana could sustain camels and camel milk dairies. Portable dairies exist and if farmers could be convinced to raise camels, camel milk could be produced and marketed from farmer owned co-ops in America's heartland that eliminate the middleman.

Americans need to know of the potential. The Somalis know about camel milk but the word needs to get out to everyone else.

The FAO in the United Nations has been very big on camel milk for a long time:

Friday, April 18, 2008

Today's Column--Is Camel Milk the Next Big Thing?

By Lara Bricker
April 18, 2008 6:00 AM
So I never know where a column idea is going to come from. Some weeks I have nothing to write about and others there's something that I just can't help but not write about.
Camel milk is something I must write about.
So there I was on the way to the Erma Bombeck Humor Writing Conference last week in Ohio. I had hopped a taxi from the airport and was chatting with the little foreign cab driver. Eventually the conversation turned to what I wrote about. Well, I told him, I just had a book published called "How Do You Milk a Moose Anyway?"
He was not impressed. Not by the book, but the milk source.
Camel milk is the best milk, he told me, forget about the moose milk.
I thought he was kidding. But no apparently not. You can't make this stuff up. For the next 20 minutes, I heard about the virtues of camel milk. Sorry moose milkers, but you've got nothing on the camel milk.
You see it's like a magic elixir, he told me. It will cure anything. It can regrow your hair. It can even make you smarter. It's a wonder more people aren't drinking camel milk. I mean, a shot of camel milk every day is like the Fountain of Youth and it gives all of those out of work lady camels in the world an honest way to make a living.
When men are out in the desert for weeks on end with their camels, they drink the milk. It is apparently thick and strong, so much so that you can survive on camel milk alone, he told me. The milk is highly nutritious, low in fat and lactose and has high levels of potassium, iron and Vitamin C. Who needs Ovaltine's Instant Breakfast pack of vitamins when you've got camel milk?
But wait, there's more. A mixture of camel milk and camel urine can be used to treat cirrhosis of the liver. My cabbie told me of a drunk man who drank the vile sounding mixture for 30 days and was miraculously cured. He could return to drinking something a bit more appetizing than camel milk.
But the news about camel milk wasn't all happy. You see, my cabbie couldn't get his hands on any of the delicious and miraculous milk. And it wasn't for a lack of trying. He'd been looking everywhere. The ban on liquids on airlines had put a halt to importing camel milk to the mighty state of Ohio. Like I said, you can't make this stuff up. Apparently there was a large Somalian population in central Ohio that craved the camel milk and imported it. Those looking for their camel milk fix like my cabbie could pay $150 for a gallon of milk. With the liquid ban in effect, he was desperate. He found a camel dairy farm in California. Their problem? The milk was being used to make soap, instead of for drinking.
I still wasn't buying this. So of course, I looked it up on the Internet. The results were endless. I found that some people in India are on a big campaign on YouTube to spread the word of camel milk. They believe it could cure cancer and AIDS. Meanwhile, people in Ethiopia are touting camel milk as an aphrodisiac. Some guy in Australia is thinking about producing a line of camel milk chocolates. Another woman is developing a cosmetic line with camel milk.
And yes, there is a camel farm in California called the Oasis Camel Dairy. I guess everything does start in California. Like my cabbie told me, you can't get milk but you can get the next best thing, camel milk soap. Umm, yummy. According to the farm, camel soap is the ultimate in luxurious bath experience and an "ancient" beauty secret once used by Cleopatra. The soap is a natural source of alpha-hydroxy acids, which help "plump" the skin. I wonder if that's like a natural form of collagen implants? Alas, the dairy has put a hold on orders of camel milk soap this week.
Darn, just when I found the perfect Mother's Day gift.

Wednesday, April 16, 2008

Get In Touch

Deli Coming Soon

My sources were apparently correct when they told me that a New York Deli was coming in next to Walgreen's on Portsmouth Ave. The sign is up Gandolpf's or something like that.

Sunday, April 13, 2008

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Take Back the Living Room

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I used to have a living room. Really, I did. A place where adults could hang out and socialize. A place to relax and watch TV. A place to... well..... I can’t even remember what other purpose it served because it’s been so long since I’ve seen mine.
You see, it has taken by eminent domain.
For the toys. The post office needs land. They get it through eminent domain. Other government entities. The same thing. The Republic of the Toys. Apparently they are now on the list too.
I can practically hear the toys lobbying as they took bit by bit of all visible floor space in the living room. Toys need space too. Equal rights for toys. Toys take priority now, they whisper as one by one they came to roost. You didn’t really think you were going to keep this room for the adults, did you?
I remember vividly saying that I wouldn’t be one of those people who lost their house to the toys. The toys would have their designated spot. And they would stay there. This went along with the speech about how my child would not be inundated with toys. He would learn to be creative and didn’t need a lot of toys.
Beep, beep, beep. That’s the sound of the tractor trailer that has been parked out front of my house for the past two years, dispensing new toys on a regular basis. It has voices with it too. No I’m not hearing voices. But all grandparents, aunts, uncles, cousins, and random friends hear the voices. The voices say things like "oh he’s bored with all those old toys" or "no lead here, really, well, at least not until the scheduled recall six months from now" and "this toy is guaranteed to boost his IQ and get him early admission to Harvard."
There is now a slide in the middle of the living room. Yes, that’s right. A real live slide. You know like the ones in people’s yards. Outside. Not in their living rooms. The slide was a Christmas gift, and a nice one, but obviously in the middle of winter not one that is erected outside in its natural habitat. And so, like the geese that go south in winter, the slide went up in the middle of the living room.
It might have been due to the voices again. "Hey, Hey, he really needs to try it out, why don’t you set it up. You can take it down soon, really."
There were so many toys last week that we couldn’t even find the toys that went together. And that’s when I said enough is enough. It’s time to fight back. It’s time to take back the living room.
And so I went to Wal-Mart. I purchased an assortment of nice big plastic storage containers. I had a plan. These containers would sort and hold the toys. They would fit under the train table. Hey, I could even toss a cover over the train table to hide all toys when an adult night of entertaining was in order.
Willie had other plans. He found it was a great game to sit in the middle of plastic containers while I sorted toys into them. A fun new game. He lugged plastic containers around the house. It’s amazing that these simple, boring old containers could be so riveting for him. (This goes back to my theory about children not needing fancy toys all the time).
I eventually sorted the toys into the four containers. They each went to their designated storage spot. I almost have a living room again. (Well aside from the giant slide still there). I’m going to enjoy it while I can because somehow I fear the toys might win the next few rounds.

Friday, April 11, 2008

Divine Music

So I was zipping down Lincoln Street this afternoon on the way to Rockingham Feed, when I saw a sign in front of the Divine Cafe.
It was for an acoustic jam night Thursdays.
How cool is this? Especially in Exeter where we try, and try, and try again to get a live music venue. I know Bonnie, one of the owners, has a good music connection in her nephew Dave who plays guitar with Truffle. Perhaps he'll make a cameo?
Of course, I checked out their web site when I got home and here's the scoop:
Join us in creating a NEW music community in Exeter…a place for musicians of ALL abilities, ages and styles to RELAX, NOURISH (with both music & fare) LISTEN, SHARE, TEACH, LEARN, ENCOURAGE, IMPROV, COLLABORATE & PLAY!
Acoustic Jam Night and Dinner at Divine Café & Grille
Beginning April 3rd
Even if you don't play, stop by and enjoy some fare while listening to our local musicians!
50 Lincoln Street
Serving Dinner from 5 – 9 pm
Jam until ?
Everyone is Welcome!

Thursday, April 10, 2008

Breaking News at the Bandstand

It's 8:50 p.m. on Thursday night and there is breaking news on the scanner.
Stop the presses.
A beaver is meandering around by the bandstand.
The police are all responding to "the scene"
The first update went like this from a police officer:
"I don't think he's sick, I think he's lost."
"He's got traffic all messed up."
"Now he's going toward the String Bridge."

So apparently it's not only cows that stop traffic in New Hampshire.
Stay tuned for updates from the front lines of the beaver story

Eight is Enough

Why would you want more kids when one came out so cute??

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Two of my husband’s co-workers took him aside recently to tell him they saw "the look" on my face when they’d recently seen me. This "look" was apparently the look of a woman crazed to get pregnant for a second time.
What are they smoking, I asked as soon as he told me this. I mean really, don’t people ever just let you alone to decide when, and if, you want to look like a giant watermelon for nine months? As soon as you announce your plans to get married, the first thing people ask is "so when will you try for children?" Before your doctor can snip the umbilical cord, those same people are on the "so, when will you start trying for your second one?"
I won’t, I respond.
This answer is apparently the same as announcing that you plan to jump out of a plane, dye your hair green or something similarly crazy. Or so I have deduced from the look on people’s faces when I say, "I’m happy with one.’
But who will take care of you when you get old?
Because you know at the age of 31, I am already plotting my escape to the nursing home.
Oh, I don’t know, maybe by then I will have become a famous author and take care of myself. Maybe I’ll just drop dead at the age of 65 so that I don’t have to worry about it.
But come on already, what’s up with this incessant need for women to get pregnant right away after they’ve just had a baby? I couldn’t believe how soon some of the mommies I know started getting that hushed tone as they confided to each other "we’re trying" or "we hope to be pregnant again in two months."
I meanwhile was taking my birth control pills like candy. Hey I’m not against taking two at a time, you know just as a precautionary measure. (I’m kidding of course).
It’s hard enough having one child, I can’t imagine having two. More power to those people who have signed up for the breeding bonanza, but I think I’d go nuts with two. With one child, there are levels of getting back up to speed. In my case, we’re approaching the two year birthday in July, and I am almost feeling like I might be up to half speed. I lost the baby weight (a year after the baby), I finally got him to sleep through the night, I have a line up of babysitters so that I can go out and be an adult. And thank goodness I can have a glass of wine again. (Of course due to said pregnancy and baby, my body chemistry has decided that one glass is okay, two might pass but three means instantaneous headache). But I’m starting to feel like I can at least have a balance again of baby, work, home, husband. I fear that the husband time component of that list might be knocked out due to lack of time if I added another baby.
So yes, I guess you could say I’m missing the female gene that causes me to think about the going through that all over again. Apparently this was part of the same gene that instills in women the knowledge of how to apply make up or style their hair. This is twice as unfortunate since now I will have no one to style my hair when I am old and in the nursing home.. Maybe there is something to be said for having another child.

Lawyer Turns Author in Retirement

So I've been a bit out of the loop in terms of blogging for the past week or so. I went to a writer's conference and then had to catch up on everything that was on my desk..

Here's an interesting local story. Page Brown, formerly a lawyer at Brown and LaPointe out on Hampton Road (you know the one that now has a fancy new office building) in his retirement has written a book. He'll be at Water Street Bookstore Tuesday, April 15 at 7 p.m. to celebrate his book "The Unrequited." Brown's novel takes place as the Second World War has ended and the Japanese no longer control Vietnam, it carries the reader through those postwar years as the French attempt to reoccupy the country before the American involvement.

Here's a review from local freelance writer Dean Merchant:
Linger upon the characters in Page Brown's 'The Unrequited'. Slowly savor the dimension and depth of each ethnicity across a broad spectrum of human nature. The Unrequited is meant to be read slowly and then re-read. Brown is a thoughtful writer who provocatively and carefully chooses each adjective, crafting a landscape he knows well - Vietnam. His efforts akin to Hemingway sweating out his personal experiences in Spain onto the written page. Brown is a keen observer and a meticulous, voracious historian who writes to his own strengths. The author knows well the geopolitics and mind set of the "warrior", being a much decorated war hero himself. Still, he is able to follow his peripheral subjects with an intellectual and emotional understanding of a people and soil his soul has adopted. He shows sensitivity and perspective on native peoples confronted with brutal foreign interlopers. It's all here-the sights, sounds, smells and textures, the fabric of daily living in Southeast Asia at war with callous international designs. Destinies are played out-Hope is not lost. Those who enjoy a full meal read will find 'The Unrequited' satiates their intellectual hunger. All in all a damn good read!

Tuesday, April 8, 2008

Exeter River Watershed Talk

Spotlight on the Exeter River Watershed” is the subject of a free public presentation on the health and future of the river as well as its effect on the communities located along the watershed. It will be held Friday April 18 from 7:00 – 9:00 pm at The Congregational Church in Exeter, 21 Front St., Exeter, NH. The public is invited and the building is handicapped accessible. Three presenters, Don Clement – Chair, Exeter River Local Advisory Committee (ERLAC)Sally Soule – NH Department of Environmental Services, WatershedRuss Dean – Exeter Town Manager,each with a special knowledge of the river, will give their views followed by an open question and answer session. Come and learn more about the health of the river, what we are drinking, flood control and care of the watershed. “We the People” is a series of free public presentations on crucial issues facing our society. The series is sponsored by the Congregational, Unitarian-Universalist and Episcopal churches of Exeter in cooperation with Phillips Exeter Academy. For further information call We the People at (603) 777-0940

Thursday, April 3, 2008

Whack Whack Whack

This just crossed my email and sounds kind of interesting:

Join the Exeter Historical Society and Exeter Public Library on Thursday, April 10 at 6:30 pm, at the Exeter Historical Society, 47 Front Street, for an interactive performance of Lizzie Borden and the 40 Whacks, by the Delvena Theatre Company. This production is recommended for ages 12 and older.

On a scorching hot day in Fall River, Massachusetts, in August 1892, a heinous crime occurred. Spinster Lizzie Borden was accused, tried and acquitted for the vicious ax murders of her father and stepmother. This true unsolved mystery has fascinated people for over 100 years. Two people died on that day in 1892, but Lizzie continues to live on in American folklore.

An edutainment production, the show will feature Lynne Moulton and Joseph Zamparelli, Jr., in multiple roles. The performance includes a mock trial that invites the audience to participate by questioning Lizzie, deciding her guilt or innocence, and imparting a sentence, if appropriate. Did she or didn’t she? You be the judge on April 10th at the Exeter Historical Society.

Lynne Moulton has performed several roles for the Delvena Theatre Company including her IRNE nominated Martha in Who’s Afraid of Virginia Woolf? and Sissy in Piece of My Heart, and also for numerous other theatre companies in the New England area. She received her acting training at the Royal Academy of Dramatic Art under the direction of Sir Robert Palmer and at Trinity Rep Conservatory.

Joseph Zamparelli, Jr., is an actor, director and producer. A graduate of Boston College, he went on to the professional training program at Circle in the Square Theater School in New York. In addition to commercial film and television work, he is Producing/Artistic Director of BostonAlive.

The Delvena Theatre Company was founded in 1992 and has performed at various venues, most often at the Boston Center for the Arts. The company was nominated for five Independent Reviewers of New England awards. Its production of Who’s Afraid of Virginia Woolf? was on Theatre Mirror’s Best List for acting, directing and production. Presentations of Anna Weiss and Beyond Therapy were included on Theatre Mirror’s best play list and Blue Heart was placed on Aisle Say’s best list.

For more information, please contact Laura Martin Gowing, program manager, at the Exeter Historical Society at 603-778-2335 or by email, The Exeter Historical Society is a non-profit organization dedicated to the research and preservation of Exeter’s past. The Historical Society is open to the public on a weekly basis, Tuesdays and Thursdays from 2 – 4:30 pm, and on Saturdays from 9:30 am to noon. Exeter Historical Society, 47 Front Street, PO Box 924, Exeter, New Hampshire, 03833, 603-778-2335,,

Tuesday, April 1, 2008

Stop Leaving Me MAMA

This is the face that greeted out sweet, wonderful babysitter Melanie Sunday night. Seems we're having another bout of separation anxiety. For the full column, go to