Today's dish features white meat chicken bolstered with pastrami and bacon. This dish requires some effort to construct so save it for when you really want to create and build something special. It is named in honor of those special areas in big city parks where young men often get lost in nature to express their God given sexual urges. Areas that provide both calming relief from big city pressures along with elements of danger and fresh air excitement. Areas like “The Rambles” of New York City's Central Park.
This is a great dish for a larger group. Presented on a bed of egg noodles and a creamy sauce of mixed vegetables baked right in. Serve it alone or along with a strong green vegetable and some fresh fruit for desert. You will find it's comfort taste hides how truly healthy it is.
Ingredients:
8 skinless, boneless chicken tenders
½ lbs deli sliced pastrami
8 slices bacon
8 pieces of laughing cow cheese
½ cup ricotta cheese
1 can cream of onion soup
1 can evaporated milk
3 TBS all purpose flour
1 bag frozen mixed vegetables.
Egg noodles
Directions
Preheat oven to 375 degrees F. Line a large baking pan with foil and spray.
Note: if concerned about the bacon, cook it first just until it releases grease but still bendable.
Lay out wax paper on counter. Distribute the pieces of pastrami evenly, top each with a raw chicken tender. Cut each wedge of Laughing Cow in half and lay along side of the chicken.
Proceed until all eight are done.
Sprinkle the frozen mixed vegetables over the casserole.
In a large bowl, mix together the ricotta and the can of soup. Mix the flour into the milk until smooth and whisk into the soup cheese mixture. This will help keep the cheese from separating while baking. Spread this over the top of the mixed vegetables with a spatula.
Bake in the preheated oven for 1 hour. Check with a thermometer for a temp of 160 degrees.
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If you wish to cook this in a slow cooker, just create layers of the chicken wraps and top with soup mixture. Cook on low for 6 – 8 hours. Check with a thermometer for 160 degrees. I also like to top it off with a few fresh mushrooms near the end of the cooking process.
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The Rambles
In nearly every major city park across the country, there is an area designed to isolate you in nature. A place you can forget that you are in a city. A place of natural surroundings, sights, smells and sounds.
Almost since the parks first opened these have been areas where young men congregate in search of some “natural expressions” of their God given sex drive. This is nothing new. It is in the nature of the male to do this in response to the blasphemous anti-sex teachings and sex shaming of the society's superstitions.
In each park it may be called something different: The Nature Trails, Woodlands, or as is the case of Central Park in New York City: The Rambles.
Due to the nature of “conventional wisdom” we have no way of knowing for sure how long these activities have been going on. We do find a reference to it in Cole Porter's 1935 song: “Picture Central Park without its “sailors”.
The Ramble's invitingly open lawn at the northern end —was called “the Fruited Plain” back in the twenties by those who frequented it and by those who lived near it.
Unfortunately most of these actives occur under the cover of darkness which invites a great amount of danger.
Gay-Bashers
Central Park at night—any part—is dangerous, the gay ghetto of the Ramble is perhaps the section most fear-ridden. Gangs of toughs—teenagers and the macho middle-aged, usually drunk, including a couple of off-duty cops—roam the Ramble at night, engaging in an old American pastime: fag bashing.
You don’t have to be gay. You don’t have to be exposing yourself. You don’t have to be doing anything except walking through the tangled darkness to be abused, shoved, threatened at knife point, kicked, and beaten.
It’s a reflection of what is called the ‘heterosexual presumption,’ If you are straight and meet some girl casually, say, at work, your sexual advances might get a turn down, possibly a slap in the face if you are crude about it. But gay men can’t approach other men they encounter in their day-to-day lives without risking a serious beating, risking their jobs, even risking death.
The discrimination, the fear and hatred of homosexuals ingrained in the culture eliminate most of the opportunities for socialization that exist in the straight world. The openness of the park encourages openness among people,. It’s one of the few places this society allows us to meet each other.
Dr. Money, a pediatrician and past president of the Society for the Scientific Study of Sex, is professor of medical psychology at Johns Hopkins University, chief of its Gender Identity Clinic, and co-editor of the five-volume Handbook of Sexology.
“The folkways of our culture fill our young people with images of homosexuals as sick, evil, less than human. There are so many signals from the home, the school, the church—and from the media—which make homosexuality the daily butt of television humor. They have given such publicity to gays-are-child-molesters campaigns as to legitimize those views in the eyes of our youth.” The law itself epitomizes this attitude. The very fact that our laws make homosexuality a crime validates the idea that ‘queers’ are animals.
“So,” says the doctor, “when teenagers see something evil about themselves, one way to get rid of the evil is to destroy it. It’s an old story, isn’t it?”
As part of their vision of the Park as a refuge, the Park’s designers created a variety of landscapes, included densely planted and wooded areas. Spending time in nature, the designers believed, would help city dwellers relax, benefiting their mental as well as physical health, something that scientists have now proven to be true.
But the shadowy dangers are in sharp contrast to the serenity of the sun-drenched mecca the Ramble becomes for thousands of gay men throughout each day. The sun, the strolling, even the solitude, and the natural beauty of the park—more than the opportunity for a casual sexual encounter in the bushes—are the magnets that have made the Ramble the city’s best-known outdoor gathering place for gays.
