Tonight meal features chicken roasted over a bed of barbecue beans in the style of the Carolinas. White meat with a texture so moist and juicy it's almost like butter! We dedicate this recipe to LGBT Hero F. Holland Day, a publisher who proved the new magic of photography could be art.
Boneless chicken breasts slathered in mustard and brown sugar cooked over barbecued beans is a dish you will love. Here slave served it with a savory side of fresh green beans.
Ingredients:
2 boneless skinless chicken breasts
Large can baked beans
1 yellow onion, chopped
2 slices bacon
Yellow mustard
½ cup brown sugar, devided
1 Tbs worchester sauce
Directions:
Pre heat oven to 400.
Do your chopping
Cut each slice of bacon in two and partialy cook in medium skillet, just until grease starts to flow. Remove to paper towels to drain.
Add ½ cup of chopped onion to skillet grease and let cook for about 6 minutes, till it starts to turn translucient.
Remove to paper towel.
Drain the can of baked beans well! Place in a large bowl with ¼ cup of brown sugar, the onions, 1 Tbs mustard and 1 Tbs Worchester sauce. Mix well.
Spray a 9 x 13 baking dish well and spoon the beans in to cover the bottom.
Now place the other ¼ cup of brown sugar on a plate.
Holding the chicken breast in one hand paint one side with a pastry brush and mustard.
Now turn that side down into the brown sugar and press in. Then paint the other side and roll to cover the piece on all sides.
Press this into the bed of beans and place two half strips of bacon on top.
Repeat with the second piece.
Roast in the 400 degree oven for atleast 45 mintes. Check with a instant-read threometer. When done it shoud read about 160. Remove from oven and let rest for 5 minutes!
Serve with a savory side of green vegetables.
So honored to be serving this to my Master Indy
socialslave
To satisfy and restore.
To nourish, support and maintain.
To gratify, spoil, comfort and please,
to nurture, assist, and sustain
…..I cook!
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Fred Holland Day
Fred Holland Day, Born during the Civil War and died during the Great Depression. A photographer and publisher. He was the first in the United States to advocate that photography should be considered fine art.
Day was born into a wealthy Boston family and lived a life of wide choices and free thinking. He refused the reticence expected of Bostonians of his class, in favor of the personal expression that made his work seem scandalous then and groundbreaking now. Still, he kept his sexuality to himself.
Day may not have wanted to make the same mistake his idol, Oscar Wilde, had made, the one that ultimately cost the playwright’s life.
While some historians have called his mother “domineering,” her unusually progressive attitudes towards immigrants and African-Americans, were carefully passed to her son. Anna took the democratic teachings of her Universalist faith seriously and her son inherited her world-view to great effect in his later work.
Instead of following most of his friends to Harvard, Day took a desk job in a book publishing company at the urging of his father, who thought his son’s artistic interests needed leveling. The working world did not alter Fred’s love of art or beauty but he did put the experience to good use when he later founded his own publishing house,Copeland and Day.
A milestone in Day's life happened upon his friendship and business partnership withHerbert Copeland, described as “a well-educated, debonair, sophisticated young bachelor,” They shared an interest in books and art. Their partnership created one of the most respected publishing houses at the time. Between 1893 and the year it folded in 1899, Copeland and Day published about a hundred books by authors that included Oscar Wilde, Aubrey Beardsley, and Robert Louis Stevenson.
Like Day, Copeland was almost certainly gay. He had relationships with men that he called “intimate.” In a letter to Day, complaining about a relationship with a married man, Copeland wrote, “I was desperately taken with him at first sight, and deliberately laid myself out to catch him…before I knew he was married.”
At 22, Day began taking photographs, mostly of the homes of local authors, thereby combining his two passions: books and photography.
He wrote extensively about photography's position as fine art and organized international photography exhibitions to further his claim. He asked: "And if it chances that a picture is beautiful, by what name shall we call it? Shall we say that it is not a work of art, because our vocabulary calls it a photograph?"
Day's life and works had long been controversial since his photographic subjects were often nude male youths. Pam Roberts, in F. Holland Day writes: "Day never married and his sexual orientation, whilst it is widely assumed that he was homosexual, because of his interests, his photographic subject matter, his general flamboyant demeanor, was, like much else about him, a very private matter."
Day was famous for befriending young men from the slums of Boston. The most famous of these was poet Kahlil Gibran. He was generous financially and by all accounts, treated Gibran well. Day was instrumental in forwarding Gibran's literary career.
Day belonged to the pictorialist movement which regarded photography as fine art and which often included symbolist imagery. As was common at the time, his photographs allude to classical antiquity in manner, composition and often in theme.
7 Words:
From 1895 to 1898 Day undertook a project that was without precedent: an extended series—some 250 negatives—showing scenes of the life of Christ, from the Annunciation to the Resurrection, in which he played the title role. For his production, Day starved himself, let his beard grow long, and imported cloth and a cross from Syria. Just prior to the reenacted Crucifixion, he made this series of close-up self-portraits—the most powerful images in his entire series—which represent Christ’s seven last words:
FATHER FORGIVE THEM; THEY KNOW NOT WHAT THEY DO.
TODAY THOU SHALT BE WITH ME IN PARADISE.
WOMAN, BEHOLD THY SON; SON, THY MOTHER
MY GOD, MY GOD, WHY HAST THOU FORSAKEN ME?
I THIRST.
INTO THY HANDS I COMMEND MY SPIRIT.
IT IS FINISHED.
For many people, Day’s self-portraits as Christ were—and remain—unsettling, as one tries to reconcile their fact and fiction. Day defended the use of photography for sacred subjects as a matter of artistic freedom.
It was written: "Few paintings contain as much that is spiritual and sacred in them as do the ‘Seven Words’ of Mr. Day. . . . If we knew not its origin or its medium how different would be the appreciation of some of us, and if we cannot place our range of vision above this prejudice the fault lies wholly with us. If there are limitations to any of the arts, they are technical; but of the motif to be chosen the limitations are dependent on the man—if he is a master he will give us great art and ever exalt himself."
Day often made only a single print from a negative. He used only the platinum process, being unsatisfied with any other, and lost interest in photography when platinum became unobtainable following the Russian Revolution.
The pictorial and symbolist photographic style went out of fashion in the face of a shift towards early modernism in the art world. Two thousand of his prints and negatives were lost in a 1904 fire. The few hundred that survived were sent to the Royal Photographic Society in the 1930s.
Was Day a gay man? We can’t know for certain but most everything points to it. He was unmarried and aside from his chaste friendship with Louise Guiney, all of his important adult relationships were with men. He used attractive young men in his photographs and befriended young men from Boston’s slums throughout his life. We know that his business partner, Herbert Copeland shared his interest in young men. His literary heroes were Oscar Wilde and Honoré de Balzac. The former carried on a public affair with a young man which was his ruin and the latter included gay characters in his realist fiction.
The 1890s were not a time for public pronouncements on sexual desire. But that didn’t mean Day was without desire. Maybe it was better, more artistic, to remain silent. After all, his hero John Keats, wrote: “Heard melodies are sweet, but those unheard are sweeter…”
