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[ad_1] Tech duopoly in-fighting -- like to see it. Google dropped a number of sick burns on longtime frenemy Apple throughout its Pixel event Thursday, the place the tech behemoth unveiled its Pixel 7 lineup and long-rumored Pixel Watch and teased a forthcoming dockable Pixel tablet -- and we're right here for it. Google's event livestream started with a enjoyable little bit of adver-tainment whereby a gaggle of musicians coordinated an impromptu digital jam session with a bit of assist from their Pixel phones, watches and earbuds. As the hip quartet got here collectively to make lovely music on the identical stage Google's executives had been about to look, I assumed for a second I used to be viewing one other Apple event. Is Google "cool" now? As an individual sitting right here with a Fitbit on my left wrist and a Pixel 6 to my proper, I'll disclose my bias and say, sure, completely cool. As an individual sitting right here counting the methods Google simply pulled a "How do you do, fellow kids?" I've to say… in all probability not. There was a man in my school dorm who needed nothing greater than to have associates cease by to hang around, however for no matter motive (he was type of bizarre, I assume) nobody ever knocked on his door. "I don't understand it," he stated. "I have food. And music!" That's principally Google. The Pixel 7 (left) and the Pixel 7 Pro. Lisa Eadicicco/CNET To me, the Pixel 6 rocks, the Pixel Watch looks like a winner and Android 13 has a ton of great features to get enthusiastic about. But the Pixel brand has still only earned 2% of the North American market in comparison with the iPhone's 52%. Still, I really like an excellent underdog story, or no matter you name a software program big with a shaky hardware track record that additionally occurs to be one of many largest corporations on this planet. And I particularly get pleasure from it when that "underdog" is that this savage.Always-on show and lock display screen widgets: "We take it as a compliment when others in the industry follow our lead," Google's VP of Product Management Brian Rakowski stated on the Pixel 7 keynote, name-checking the Pixel's always-on show, lock display screen widgets and astrophotography. To paraphrase: But we have had these items for, like, ever! Apple notably simply added an always-on display to the iPhone 14 Pro and lock screen widgets in iOS 16, each previously -- checks watch -- month.Car-crash detection: Rakowski additionally identified Google introduced car-crash detection three years ago, earlier than it was cool -- earlier than it was a twinkle in the iPhone 14's eye. Major hipster vibes. The iPhone contains a flat edge.

Apple iPhone design: Google threw a bit of shade at Apple's design selections as nicely, usually subtweeting the iPhone's colors ("We don't just copy/paste one color we like across all of our products"), flat-edged slabular design ("Your phone and watch are designed to be personal, to be touched and worn … And they have smooth, rounded surfaces so they always feel right in your hand and on your wrist") and the Apple Watch's "prominent" exterior connectors ("You'll notice that the Pixel Watch doesn't have [them], like a lot of watches do").Photo Unblur: One of the Pixel 7's exciting new features is Photo Unblur, which Google says will sharpen blurry photographs, even outdated ones taken "on a phone or a camera that doesn't quite match the quality of a Pixel phone." Like, say, an iPhone? Just saying the quiet half out loud right here.RCS: The spiciest zinger got here from Google's requisite RCS plea. "RCS is the modern industry standard for messaging. And it's already been adopted by most of the industry," Rakowski stated, emphasizing fashionable and most. Note that RCS is definitely Google's personal expertise, not technically an trade commonplace (and not without its problems). Google's been attempting to make RCS occur since 2008, actually hijacking the green bubble shame story. "We hope every device-maker gets the message and adopts RCS, making texting better for every smartphone user," Rakowski added. To paraphrase: I'm as soon as once more asking you to assist Rich Communication Services! CNET This isn't the primary time Google has known as out Apple for not "getting the message." In August, Google launched an entire Android campaign devoted to the trigger, this time express in its addressee. Google announced several enhancements to its Messages app earlier in 2022, a lot of which make texting a good friend with an iPhone a bit of nicer. But Apple doubled down on its proprietary messaging app in iOS 16, releasing new features like unsending a text that will not work when your recipient is staff Android. "Buy your mom an iPhone," sniffed Tim Cook. The blue/green bubble divide lives on. So a lot drama!I'd be remiss if I did not level out this underdog story isn't with out its plot twists: Google later introduced features for the Pixel phone lineup that it copied from Apple, like Cinematic Blur (or Cinematic Mode), 2x zoom and face unlock/Face ID. For extra Google Pixel coverage, take a look at everything Google announced, our first takes on the Pixel 7, Pixel 7 Pro and Pixel Watch, and relive the expertise with CNET's live blog. [ad_2] Source link

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mysweetserpentine · 6 years

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Avalanche 01.

Words: 2900+

Warnings: mentions of death, guns, cursing

A/N: hello again! I’m back with a new project! This is something I’ve had written for a while and it was actually a draft for a fic I started for another fandom. I don’t think I’ve ever really seen Zabdiel written this way so I hope you all enjoy! Give it a like or reblog if you want!

Untucking my knees from my chest, I pulled the crinkled note from my pocket. The ink had been smudged by the countless tears that had fallen onto it.

Miami - Carlos Santacruz

The relentless rain pelted down onto the windows of the bus, blurring the buildings that zipped past. A highway sign reading "Welcome to Miami!" stared back at me.

Slinging my backpack and duffle bag over my shoulders for what I hoped would be the last time, I hopped up into the aisle of the bus. A feeling of nervousness creeped into my chest as the bus rolled to a stop outside a large bus station. Throwing my hood over my head, I ran into the station and made my way to the front desk.

"Excuse me. Do you think you could help me find someone?" I asked quietly.

The old lady looked at me with a bored expression, popping her gum before she spoke. "There's a telephone book over in the corner, knock yourself out."

Defeatedly, I walked over to the phone book and started flipping through the "S" section. I scanned the pages quickly until one caught my eye.

Carlos Santacruz. 1825 Dade Heights. 678-999-8212.

Ripping the page from the spine, I turned and grabbed a small map from a kiosk against the wall. I pushed open the door of the station and started my journey to find the mystery person.

The puddles on the ground blurred as I trekked my way through the streets of Miami. The ripples in the water masked my undoubtedly horrendous reflection. Jumping from bus to bus didn't allow me the time to keep up with my appearance that I once cared so much about.

Being on the run was never my first choice, nor was it a choice that I ever wanted to act upon. I considered it a last resort as the solution to the many problems that seemed to stem from the life my family chose. The life that I never wanted to be a part of.

The little stability that my family still possessed started deteriorating the day my mother passed away. A vicious car accident took her life and no one even batted an eye.

My father, who was already a workaholic, became more invested in his business. He made sure I was only told the bare minimum when it came down to it but I wasn't oblivious. I knew what my father did behind closed doors.

The final straw was when my brother got involved. I can't say I was surprised because I knew that day would eventually come. Jacob was impressionable, strong, and smart which made him perfect material for my father's business. He knew the risks of running inside operations in the business and made sure that I stayed as far away as possible. Jacob had a good heart and always made sure to look after me.

To keep myself from insanity, I occupied myself with superficial friends, designer clothes, expensive makeup, and more boyfriends than I can count on one hand. And it all worked out, up until four nights ago.

Before I knew it, I had arrived at my destination. A street sign reading “Dade Heights” hung above my head. This side of town looked much different than where I had arrived off the bus. A gloomy feeling hung in the air and everything appeared old and run-down.

Stares were thrown my way as I walked through the neighborhood. Intimidation set into my chest as I examined the people sitting outside their house.

"Looks like you've strayed off your path!" a man yelled across the way. He had shaggy brown hair and a jet black leather jacket across his torso. His persona screamed danger and I immediately wanted to turn and run. "So tell me, who are you looking for?"

I pondered for a moment wondering if I should even answer. The smarter side of me told me to keep walking. But the logic part of my brain gave me the realization that I had no idea where or who I was looking for. "I'm looking for a Carlos Santacruz," I replied back.

The man scoffed and started walking towards me slowly. "A Carlos Santacruz," he mocked in a girly tone. "Try the Carlos Santacruz." I hadn't realized how close he had gotten until we were almost standing toe to toe. "What does someone like you need to do with him?" he asked quizzically.

Realizing that I shouldn't have even stopped in the first place, I now had put myself into a compromising position. I held my ground, trying not to show the intimidation that I felt deep in my chest. "I need to see him. Can you tell me where I can find him?" I questioned in a condescending tone.

"Sure. First why don't you tell me what you're doing here. It's rare that we get to see someone like you around -"

"Leave her alone, Ricky!" a female voice shouted, cutting him off abruptly.

I turned around quickly to see a girl with long brown and pink tresses. A similar leather jacket adorning her shoulders like the others.

The man I now knew to be Ricky groaned loudly. "Aw c'mon Reyes! We were just having a little fun with the newbie."

The girl strode towards us, walking up to stand next to me. "Give her a break asshole," she sneered back. Turning to me, she examined me before speaking. "I'm actually headed to see Carlos right now if you want to tag along."

With relief flooding my system, I gave a quick nod and adjusted the hood sitting over my head.

She flashed me a quick smile before speaking. "Alright then. Follow me."

As we started walking away, Ricky yelled behind us. "Will I see you later, Tori?"

"In your dreams, Ricky!" she hissed over her shoulder.

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The walk to a place called “El Barrio” was short. Tori made small talk to fill the silence, telling me different things about this side of town. She asked me few questions about who I was which I was thankful for.

El Barrio was very similar to a typical bar down in Puerto Rico. People gathered around several pool tables, cheering when someone would hit a pocket. A currently vacant dance floor was situated in the middle of the room. It reminded me of home, something that I now missed.

"C'mon. I'll walk you up to Carlos's office before I get started at work." Tori shouted over the loud music, nodding her head in the direction of a staircase that led to a second floor.

It wasn't until Tori walked ahead of me that I noticed the large logo embroidered onto the back of her jacket. Espadas was written around a large red and black spade logo. Climbing to the top of the stairs, I looked over the balcony at the rest of the patrons in the bar. They too had a similar logo situated on the back of their jackets. What had I gotten myself into? I thought to myself.

Standing in front of a large wooden door, Tori rapped her knuckles against it twice before turning the door knob. With every inch the door opened further, my anxiety seemed to rise.

"Carlos, you have a visitor," Tori announced, peeking through the cracked door.

"Can it wait? I'm in the middle of something important." A deep voice I'm assuming belonged to Carlos asked.

Tori looked over her shoulder at me, as if asking if it could wait. I shook my head quickly before she turned around. "I don't think this can wait," she confirmed loudly.

There was a long pause and a deep sigh before he spoke again. "Alright. Bring them in."

Before I could prepare myself, Tori had pushed the door wide open. I couldn't move even if I wanted to, my feet feeling like they were cemented to the ground.

I got a look at the man I had been searching for, finally being able to put a face to a name. Carlos was tall and radiated power. Scruff littered his face and his hair was combed back into a gentleman's cut.

Realizing that he wasn't alone, I turned to look at the man occupying the chair in front of Carlos's desk. His dark eyes scanned my figure as he looked at me. A similar leather jacket laid over his broad frame. A scowl was set on his face, appearing angry that I had interrupted their meeting.

"Jess?” Carlos asked surprisingly, breaking me out of my thoughts.

Snapping back to reality, I quickly turned towards Carlos "You know who I am?" I questioned.

"Of course I do. Your dad is one of my very good friends," Carlos stated matter of factly. "How did you end up here?" he asked unsure.

I hesitated with my reply. How did I end up here? Where do I even start?

Sensing my hesitation, Carlos spoke again. “Zabdiel why don't you give us some privacy. We can finish this up later," he spoke, turning towards the unnamed male sitting in the room with us.

Zabdiel.

Zabdiel drew in a deep breath before letting it out again, his frustration coming out along with it. He stood to full height and brushed past me, slamming the door as he left.

"Don't worry about him. He can be a bit short-tempered," Carlos excused.

Nodding my head, I took a seat in front of Carlos's desk.

"Well there can't be any good reason that you're here. So why don't you tell me what happened," he started solemnly, rubbing his hands over his face.

"I was sitting downstairs at the safe house in Pasadena when the front window shattered. My brother rushed me upstairs and pulled a backpack and a duffle bag of clothes out from the closet. He said that everything I needed would be in here," I recalled, grabbing my backpack that was over my shoulder. "Once I got far enough away from the house, I got a cab and headed to the bus station. The only thing I had to go off of was this," I said, pulling the note out of my backpack and pushing it towards him on the desk.

Carlos scanned over the note, thinking before he spoke.

“Carajo,” he muttered to himself.

By the look on his face, I could tell that this already difficult situation had just gotten ten times worse. How is one to react when someone shows up looking for you based off of a note with a name?

"Does anyone know you're here?" Carlos questioned.

"No," I answered quickly. "I left through a hidden exit in the safe house undetected. The only person who knows I'm here is you."

Carlos seemed to hesitate before asking his next question. "What about your dad and Jacob?"

I opened my mouth to speak but no words came out. Squeezing my eyes shut, I chose my words carefully before speaking. "I don't know. Once I finally got out of the house, I heard lots of yelling and gunshots. Jacob told me not to turn back, no matter what," I said with a quiet voice, opening my eyes that had started to sting with tears.

Carlos took a deep breath before standing. "Okay. Until I can figure out what to do we need to get you to the safe house," he said sternly, walking out from behind the desk to stand next to me. "The others are on a run right now so Zabdiel will have to take you. He's the only other one who knows how to get in."

Carlos led me back down the stairs from his office and onto the main floor of the bar. Stares were thrown my way as I followed behind.

"Zabdiel!" Carlos yelled in the direction of the pool tables.

Zabdiel was leaned over one of the tables, about to make a shot, when Carlos's yell caught him off guard. His cue went right over the ball, causing him to miss his shot. The others snickered around him, causing Zabdiel to throw a glare their way.

"You know, if you're going to ruin my shot, can you give me a heads up first?" Zabdiel sneered, passing his pool cue to a guy next to him. I had this feeling that he was one of the only ones who could speak to Carlos like that.

"I got a job for you," Carlos started, walking towards him to shake his hand.

"I need to you take new blood here over to the safe house. I've got some things I need to figure out," he ordered, nodding his head over his shoulder in my direction.

Zabdiel gave Carlos a confused look "The safe house? Why-"

"I'll explain more later. Meet me back in the office when you get back," Carlos cut him off.

Zabdiel gave a slow nod. "Alright, let's go," he said sharply before heading towards the doors of the bar.

I caught up with Zabdiel, following him out to the parking lot. Not seeing very many cars, I started to wonder how we were getting there. He stopped in front of a shiny black motorcycle, taking one of the helmets off and handing it to me.

"You're joking right?" I asked with a serious tone.

"Do I look like I'm joking?" He replied back with a bored expression.

I looked between the helmet and Zabdiel, debating my options. I had no idea where I was, no place to stay, and no idea what I was doing here. Getting on this bike with him really was my only option.

Snatching the helmet from his outstretched hand, I slid the helmet over my head. "Let's make this quick. I don't want to be on this thing any longer than I have to," I whined.

"Oh don't worry, it'll be quick," he quipped back.

Zabdiel swung his leg over the bike and sat down, kicking the stand up before balancing t the bike out. He slid the other helmet over his head, flicking the mask up to speak.

"You coming?"

Much to my dismay, I anchored my foot on the foot rest and swung my leg over. Situating myself on the seat, I slid right in behind Zabdiel. I tried not to show the fear that I was feeling deep down but with our close proximity, I was sure that he could feel my heart beating out of my chest.

Wrapping my arms around his midsection, Zabdiel cranked the engine to life. Revving the engine a few times, we dashed off towards the safe house.

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The safe house was small which I expected. I knew my father was smarter than to build a large and elaborate safe house on this side of town. It would draw too much attention.

Zabdiel turned the bike off and walked up the small steps to the front door. He lifted a small panel in the wood exterior and revealed a glowing pad with numbers. After punching in a series of numbers, the door made a loud click. Zabdiel pushed the handle, opening the door and leading the way into the house.

"Make yourself at home. Bedroom is down the hall. Kitchen is through there," he said, pointing towards the living room to our left.

I nodded my head, walking into the living room and looking around. "What is the password to get in? You know, in case I need to get back in," I asked carefully.

Zabdiel hesitated before speaking. "I'll have to make sure with Carlos before I can give you that. It's confidential infor-"

"You mean so confidential that not even Alberto Diaz’s daughter could know?" I cut him off.

A look of surprise crossed his face, letting me know that he hadn't yet figured out who he was talking to.

"And I'm guessing by the look on your face you know who my father is?" I questioned, plopping myself down on one of the couches.

"You're Alberto Diaz’s daughter?" He asked slowly, putting the pieces together as he spoke.

"Unfortunately," I sighed. I pushed myself up from the couch and walked over towards him. "Look. I don't know what business you have with my father, quite frankly I could care less. But if you want to stay alive, I'd get out while you can."

"You don't know anything about me," he said through gritted teeth.

"You're right, I don't. But I do know that I've had to deal with more collateral damage than I would like and I don't need anymore."

Zabdiel stood tall, squinted eyes glaring at me. He turned on his toes, headed towards the front door. "I'll be here to pick you up at eight tomorrow morning. Don't keep me waiting," he ordered before opening the door and slamming it behind him.

I gathered my bags from the floor and trudged to the bedroom. Dropping them down on the bed, I grabbed one of my brother's old t-shirts from the bag and headed to the bathroom.

Turning the shower dial to the hottest it would go, I stripped off my clothes and stepped under the steaming water. The exhaustion that my body had been fighting finally set in. Sliding my back down the wall, I sunk to the bottom of the shower. I felt tears start to prick the backs of my eyes, sliding down my face before I could stop them. Drawing my knees to my chest, I let the sobs rack my body and I realized how fucked up this situation actually was.

What was I going to do?

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beat-weightlosstips · 8 years

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Our Week in Meals #17

Satisfied Sunday, pals! I&#8217m checking in right now with yet another roundup of Our Week in Meals!

For individuals of you who are new all around here, this is in which I share a tiny bit about what we’ve been up to over the past week — as it relates to our meals every single night. I hope that this series gives you a glimpse “behind the scenes” at some highlights from our lifestyle, shows you how I stability a occupied schedule with feeding my family, and gives a couple of new ideas for your very own weekly meal program.

It wasn&#8217t our finest week close to right here &#8212 from a case of the flu to a week-lengthy business trip, there had been some days that felt like comprehensive chaos. But hey, we all survived, every person would seem to be healthier now (knock on wood!), and I even have a few delicious meals to share with you. Be sure to scroll down to the bottom of the submit for a new seafood recipe that we enjoyed for dinner final night &#8212 it was a large hit (and SO simple)! But very first, allow&#8217s back up to final weekend&#8230

Gibbs woke up with a fever of 102 on Sunday morning, so needless to say, we stayed shut to residence that day. A smoothie sounded great to the sick patient, so all 3 of the boys had Chunky Monkey Protein Smoothies for breakfast. I have even been able to sneak in a couple of handfuls of infant spinach when creating this smoothie not too long ago, and the boys don&#8217t even recognize. WIN!

If you adhere to me on Instagram, you also watched me make some healthful snacks that morning! I wished one thing that we could keep in the fridge for the duration of the week to just grab and go. Because I&#8217ve had a bag of dried blueberries in the pantry from Costco for ages, these No-Bake Blueberry Almond Power Snacks were born. And significantly&#8230they are SO excellent. Keith and the boys all gave them two thumbs up&#8230and then proceeded to consume virtually the whole batch in one day! They need only five elements and no baking, so I can assure you that these will be a staple in our kitchen. This week I&#8217m going to try out a peanut butter chocolate chip edition (per Gibbs&#8217s request)! You can see the total recipe Here.

The weather was warm and sunny, so the younger two played with water guns although Keith washed his car and Gibbs observed from the sidelines!

There was some Frisbee-throwing involved later that afternoon&#8230

For dinner Keith grilled a range of sausages that I picked up at Complete Food items, which I served with cornbread and roasted veggies. Hit the spot!

And then Monday morning rolled around and Keith jetted off on an international enterprise journey for the week. The boys were off from college for the President&#8217s Day holiday, but our only outing that day was a trip to Charlottesville for an appointment at the pediatrician&#8217s. Gibbs went to bed with a fever of 104 on Sunday evening and a hacking cough, so I wished him checked just to be confident he didn&#8217t want any special therapy.

Bad guy was so embarrassed by the mask!

While Gibbs rested within for most of the afternoon (binge-viewing previous Indiana Jones motion pictures on Amazon Tv!), Casey and Spence spent just about every waking hour outdoors.

Developing &#8220bug houses.&#8221

Mining for Gold.

I served five-Ingredient Dump-and-Bake Chicken Teriyaki with rice and steamed veggies for dinner (recipe coming soon), which was great!

Gibbs stayed home from school on Tuesday, but I knew he was feeling much better when he requested this combo for snack (and proceeded to eat about three servings). He loved becoming an only child for a couple of hours that morning, as well &#8212 with total handle in excess of the Tv remote and my undivided focus.

Justin&#8217s Chocolate Hazelnut Butter + Pretzel Crisps

We had been a handful of minutes early to pick up Spencer from preschool at lunchtime, so I wandered by way of this tiny vintage store on Principal Street named Indigo Gypsy. I left empty handed, but they had a good deal of fun furniture, vintage garments, and antique decor.

Dinner was a new recipe that I&#8217m so excited to share with you guys! This Dump-and-Bake Cajun Chicken Pasta is critically gooooood. Recipe coming soon!

On Wednesday Spence and I made a Costco run and then picked up a grocery buy at Harris Teeter. Tip: to keep squirmy preschoolers quiet in a shopping cart, feed them lunch! I packed Spencer&#8217s peanut butter sandwich and timed our journey so that he could eat even though I piled stuff into the cart about him. It stored us each happy!

I made a batch of my Cheddar, Chive &amp Bacon Biscuits that evening, which I stashed in the freezer for a later brunch. Have you attempted these nevertheless? They&#8217re based mostly on my dad&#8217s biscuits that I grew up with. Such a part of my childhood (and the biscuits only get about 15 minutes to prep)!

For dinner we had one of the youngsters&#8217 favorite meals: quesadillas. The boys ate plain cheese quesadillas, while I stuffed mine with sauteed bell peppers, onion, and leftover chicken. Served with avocado, constantly!

Thursday was relatively uneventful. I walked with four of my girlfriends in the morning although the tiny ones have been in preschool, acquired some function accomplished, and completely LOVED the 75 degree weather! Alternatively of my typical sizzling tea or coffee to preserve me warm in February, I was sipping on this new-to-me vanilla seltzer. It may possibly sound odd, but this was SO excellent &#8212 it reminded me a good deal of a classic cream soda (minus the sugar)!

For dinner I tried a recipe that Aunt Bee not too long ago sent to me. We loved this 20-Minute Chicken Cacciatore with Rice, so I&#8217ll be sharing it on the blog in the coming weeks! Very best of all, the chicken, rice, and veggies all cook collectively in the identical skillet (which indicates easy clean-up). And thank goodness it was straightforward, because by Thursday evening my children had been seriously unraveling. I don&#8217t know if it was the truth that Keith had been gone all week, if they have been exhausted, or if they had a situation of Spring Fever. Whatever the cause, I just know that there have been a whole lot of tantrums, fighting, arguing, and a poor headache for me by bedtime.

Luckily Keith created it back late on Thursday night, so he was residence all day Friday to aid with Spence. I had an early morning appointment at the Chiropractor/Acupuncturist to finally deal with my migraines and some persistent discomfort in my back from a pinched nerve. This was my initial knowledge with acupuncture and I was SO impressed! It was not painful at all, and I noticed some relief proper away. I&#8217ll be going back for normal therapies, so I&#8217m excited to see if it assists.

On my way property from the appointment, I stopped at Mollie&#8217s farm to go for a stroll and to get some physical exercise in the sunshine. The climate was lovely, and so was our scenery!

That evening I took Casey to a birthday party while Keith grabbed pizza with the other two boys. I adore a night off from the kitchen on Fridays!

Pokemon cupcakes!

We tried to go for a hike at Grelen on Saturday afternoon, but the walk was very quick-lived. The storm clouds rolled in as quickly as we left the residence, so we hightailed it out of there as soon as we saw lightning.

As an alternative, we made a fast end at the Somerset Center Shop on the way home&#8230

for some ice cream treats at the indoor picnic table!

We were arranging to grill fish outdoors for supper, but the climate turned out to be cooler and windier than I expected. Keith wasn&#8217t as well thrilled with the concept of cooking outdoors, so I handled the dinner within rather.

We had fish sandwiches with Margeaux&#8217s Coleslaw (&lt&#8211 my go-to recipe) and baked potatoes.

I marinated and then broiled cod for the sandwiches. Gibbs was grumpy and didn&#8217t consume considerably dinner, but Casey, Spencer, Keith and I all imagined that the fish was tasty! Right here&#8217s what I did:

Broiled Cod Fish Sandwiches

Author:&nbspThe Seasoned Mom

Prep time:&nbsp 15 mins

Cook time:&nbsp 10 mins

Total time:&nbsp 25 mins

Serves:&nbspfour

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Elements

1-2 lbs. cod fillets

&frac14 cup further virgin olive oil

1 tablespoon red wine vinegar

one tablespoon fresh lemon juice

one teaspoon minced garlic

one teaspoon honey

one teaspoon dried minced parsley

&frac14 teaspoon salt

Pinch of pepper

Sandwich rolls and coleslaw for serving

Directions

In a modest bowl, whisk together olive oil and up coming 7 ingredients (via pepper). Pour the marinade into a massive Ziploc bag. Add fish to the bag, gently toss to coat, and refrigerate for at least 10 minutes (but not far more than 1-two hrs).

When ready to cook the fish, preheat broiler.

Location fillets on a greased rack of a broiler pan discard remaining marinade. Broil three-4 in. from heat until finally fish just commences to flake very easily with a fork, 10-twelve minutes.

Serve fish on sandwich buns top with coleslaw!

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Keith&#8217s plate, with the fish on a toasted roll from Yoder&#8217s (baked this morning by our neighbors)!

And my plate: with some spinach extra, a sweet potato, and no bun. I loooooove the combo of fish with slaw!

We spent the rest of the night watching basketball and relaxing, and I&#8217m searching forward to yet another fairly quiet day today ahead of the crazy week commences again. I&#8217ll be back with a total report subsequent Sunday. Have a superb week!

The publish Our Week in Meals #17 appeared 1st on The Seasoned Mom.

Read More Recipes At http://naturallycurvy.com/our-week-in-meals-17/

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jodyedgarus · 6 years

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Byron Buxton Is Teasing Twins Fans Again

The Minnesota Twins were one of the best stories of the 2017 MLB season: Coming off a 59-win campaign in 2016, they won 85 games and made the playoffs seemingly out of nowhere. Minnesota even spotted itself an early three-run lead against the Yankees in the American League wild-card game (before promptly giving it away in the bottom of the first and ultimately losing). With one of baseball’s youngest lineups, this seemed like a team on the rise, and its best all-around player — 23-year-old center fielder Byron Buxton — had a lot to do with that, putting together a breakout season of his own.

By the same token, when Buxton faltered in 2018, so did the Twins. In an injury-plagued lost season, Buxton managed just 94 plate appearances and graded as below replacement level, according to whichever metric you choose to consult. Minnesota, in turn, dipped from 85 wins to 78 and wasn’t really in the playoff picture after the All-Star break. Buxton wasn’t the only Twin to suffer a miserable 2018 decline,1 but it is fair to say his absence played as big a role in Minnesota’s downfall as anything else.

This spring, Buxton and the Twins are looking to recapture the spirit of 2017 — and the early returns are encouraging. Last week, the former No. 1 prospect in all of baseball hit what was already his fourth home run of spring training:

It’s been part of a tear that has Buxton looking like the best hitter in baseball during the spring so far. Although spring training results are easy to scoff at, they aren’t completely devoid of meaning — and that’s something the Twins will hang on to if it means there’s a chance Buxton rebounds and helps them close the gap in the AL Central.

According to my research from a few years ago, massive spring outlier performances do carry some predictive value going forward. It just takes a lot of improvement to signal real breakout potential: You need a weighted on-base average (wOBA) in the spring 17 points above projected — using the simple-yet-effective Marcel projection system — just to predict a 1-point increase in wOBA (relative to projection) during the regular season. So for most players, they’ll never hit well enough in the spring to move the needle of their season expectations very much either way.

But Buxton is hitting so well that it might actually be a much-needed sign of hope for his performance this season. When we compare players’ spring wOBA with their preseason Marcel projections, no player2 has exceeded expectations more than the Twins’ center fielder:

Buxton is tearing it up this spring

MLB players by difference in weighted on-base average (wOBA) between 2019 preseason Marcel projections and spring training performance

wOBA Player Team Age Games PA SPRING Projected Diff Byron Buxton MIN 25 11 30 .579 .297 +.282 Peter Bourjos LAA 31 12 32 .548 .285 .262 Jose Pirela SD 29 15 31 .562 .303 .258 Chance Sisco BAL 24 10 29 .560 .304 .256 Cristhian Adames CHC 27 15 36 .533 .286 .247 Lewis Brinson MIA 24 13 34 .517 .274 .243 Brandon Lowe TB 24 10 32 .560 .321 .240 Francisco Mejia SD 23 11 31 .541 .309 .232 Domingo Santana SEA 26 10 28 .575 .344 .231 Greg Allen CLE 26 10 28 .532 .302 .230

Minimum 25 spring plate appearances for players who have already made their regular-season MLB debuts. Stats are through Friday, March 15.

Source: Baseball-Reference.com

That 282-point difference in wOBA would imply a 17-point increase over projected during the regular season, good for a .314 mark when applied to Buxton’s on-base projection. That’s essentially the same wOBA Buxton had during his breakout 2017 campaign — a number that still wasn’t quite league average but was good enough to combine with his stellar defense to make him worth 4.3 wins above replacement (WAR),3 as opposed to the -0.4 number he produced last season. And for a Twins team that we currently project to win 84 games with a 37 percent chance of making the playoffs, even incremental improvements from a key player like Buxton could pay massive dividends in terms of postseason odds. My former colleague Rob Arthur estimated that, in the era of two wild cards, an 86-win team would generally increase its playoff probability by about 10 to 15 percentage points over an 84-win one. (The mid-80s win range is basically the steepest area for adding playoff odds with an extra win.)

Now, to pump the brakes a little on Buxton’s spring: 30 plate appearances is a very small sample, and most of them have come against sub-AAA quality pitchers, according to Baseball-Reference.com’s estimation. Buxton currently has a batting average on balls in play of .368, much higher than his regular-season career average of .320. His biggest action items as a hitter — plate patience and strike-zone judgment — have shown some signs of life this spring, but he’ll have to sustain them all season to convince skeptics that his skills have truly improved. And Minnesota can only hope those spring homers are merely a sign that Buxton will be an average power hitter again (like in 2017) rather than the guy who didn’t hit a single home run in 90 MLB at-bats last season.4

It really does just comes down to health and hitting for Buxton — defensively, on a per-inning basis, he was just as great last year as in 2017; he was also the fastest player in baseball. If Buxton can recapture a version of his 2017 production at the plate, it would be very good for the Twins in their quest to return to the American League Division Series for the first time since 2010. Minnesota added some impact free agents over the offseason (Marwin Gonzalez, Nelson Cruz, Blake Parker), while the division-favorite Cleveland Indians spent the winter shopping around their stars and generally resting on their laurels. Maybe the Twins are still longshots to truly knock the Indians off of their three-year perch as AL Central champs, but a healthy, star-caliber 2019 season from Buxton would make that task a lot easier.

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Alexander Zverev (left) and Nick Kyrgios have been touted as gamers to guide the following era

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There are unfamiliar names within the Wimbledon males’s semi-final line-up, however there stays a well-known theme – an absence of younger gamers.

The look forward to a Grand Slam winner born within the 1990s goes on, with Rafael Nadal, 32, Novak Djokovic, 31, Kevin Anderson, 32 and John Isner, 33 flying the flag for the previous brigade on Friday.

Wanting on the document books, Swiss participant Stan Wawrinka is the one participant since 2001 who was older than 25 when he gained his first Grand Slam. Roger Federer, Nadal and Djokovic have been beneath 22 after they gained their first majors. World quantity seven Dominic Thiem, 24, got here shut in Could when he misplaced to ‘King of Clay’ Nadal within the French Open remaining.

Kyrgios received all of the expertise on the planet, however has to enhance the opposite issues

2003 Wimbledon finalist Mark Philippoussis

So why have the following era not damaged by? Do they apply themselves just like the extra skilled gamers? Are we experiencing a freak interval in males’s tennis?

‘Zverev may very well be the one’

Richard Krajicek was a promising younger expertise who did realise his potential, successful Wimbledon in 1996 on the age of 24.

The 6ft 5in Dutchman, who fired down serves over 120mph, advised BBC Sport that prime 20 gamers like German Alexander Zverev, Austrian Thiem and Australian Nick Kyrgios might need to attend till the dominant pack lay down their racquets.

“The highest canines nonetheless play nice tennis,” mentioned the 46-year-old, who gained 17 ATP titles throughout a 14-year profession.

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“I hope for the sake of Zverev and Kyrgios that they provide up – the previous guys are enjoying wonderful tennis, particularly within the Slams.

“After he reached this yr’s Rome Masters remaining, I believed that Zverev may do it on the French Open, however sadly three five-set matches took it out of him at Roland Garros.

“That have will assist him sooner or later although. Zverev may win a Slam, however within the close to future it is the present three or 4 common winners who will proceed to rule.”

‘Kyrgios has to step up’

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ATP’s 2015 Star of Tomorrow, Zverev, is its large younger star of right now, now third on the planet rankings. Apart from Krajicek, former gamers Mark Philippoussis and Fabrice Santoro additionally advised BBC Sport that they assume the German is the most probably to interrupt previous the previous guard.

Australian Philippoussis was much less sanguine concerning the prospects of his compatriot Kyrgios.

The 23-year-old world quantity 18 was just lately labelled as “pathetic” by former Wimbledon girls’s singles champion Marion Bartoli, who added that he had not grown up. In response, Kyrgios advised the Frenchwoman to “cease assuming”.

Kyrgios has gained 4 senior titles, but in addition has a listing of misdemeanours – final month he was fined 15,000 euros (£13,278) for making a lewd gesture whereas sat courtside on the Fever-Tree Championships at Queen’s Membership. He was knocked out on the last-32 stage at Wimbledon, and has but to go additional than the final eight at a Grand Slam.

Philippoussis, 41, mentioned: “He is a part of the following era, however he’ll must step up.

“He is received all of the expertise on the planet, however has to enhance the opposite issues. Somebody like Zverev has the entire package deal.

“The thoughts is essential – he must be robust mentally and bodily after which get on the pathway.”

‘The extent above is only a lot higher’

Dominic Thiem, who this yr reached his first Grand Slam remaining, is just one of two gamers beneath the age of 25 within the ATP prime 10

Might or not it’s the case that the following era don’t apply themselves in the identical method because the a number of Grand Slam winners?

“The kids are coming however it’ll take some time,” mentioned former top-20 participant Santoro, who has coached two-time Wimbledon semi-finalist Richard Gasquet.

“Now we have some good younger gamers – however they’re but to win an enormous title. There isn’t a particular clarification, it is simply that the most effective 4 or 5 gamers are too good.

“Gamers like Thiem and Zverev, they wish to win Slams. It isn’t a query of their mentality and ambition, it is simply the extent above is so much higher.”

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