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On Food. On Life.Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger611125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31286960.post-75476905249011338192019-01-09T15:19:00.001-08:002019-01-09T15:19:32.618-08:00I am backI could not remember how to post to my blog. Sad, eh?<div>
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Not sure if I will be writing more on food..or on life. A lot has happened since my last post.</div>
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<a href="http://September 25, 26 & 27 Melody Elliott Koontz's Compilation of Jewish Food from Africa, Europe and North America Visit Melody's popular food blog; "Cooking Schmooking". You'll find it to be brilliant! She has researched Jewish food the world round and put together this menu with her own recipes as well as those from her grandmother, Lydia Rosenberg Tolliver, Marlena Spieler and Michael Twitty. Black-eyed Pea Hummus and Chopped Liver, Rye Crostini or Fragrant Beetroot Soup with Spicy Lamb Kubbeh Holishkes, Boiled White Potatoes, Parsley or Turkey Schnitzel, Sweet Potato Latkes, Bahaart Spices Poppy Seed Cake, Ice Cream or Toubkal Delight "> September 25, 26 & 27 Melody Elliott Koontz's Compilation of Jewish Food from Africa, Europe and North America Visit Melody's popular food blog; "Cooking Schmooking". You'll find it to be brilliant! She has researched Jewish food the world round and put together this menu with her own recipes as well as those from her grandmother, Lydia Rosenberg Tolliver, Marlena Spieler and Michael Twitty. Black-eyed Pea Hummus and Chopped Liver, Rye Crostini or Fragrant Beetroot Soup with Spicy Lamb Kubbeh Holishkes, Boiled White Potatoes, Parsley or Turkey Schnitzel, Sweet Potato Latkes, Bahaart Spices Poppy Seed Cake, Ice Cream or Toubkal Delight </a><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">When one google's the word "homeless" photos of mostly men show up. Dirty, no shoes, raggedy clothes..living on the streets, storing worldly belongings in precious shopping carts</span>.<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">One can become homeless overnight if you are living paycheck to paycheck. If you don't have a permanent address, you are homeless. So, you are sleeping in the back room of a friends house? If it is not permanent, you are homeless. It feels like shit. It feels like you are invisible...doesn't it? Don't make waves...sneak here, sneak there. Have lunch with old friends and choose a salad only...make it up as you go along. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">You could be just out of high school or still in elementary school.. or just entering retirement where at one time you dreamed of leisure, at last. Nobody can tell. You feel shame about it and it is your biggest secret. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">You've done everything right..except be born to parents who lost their jobs or were into drugs so you got out of the house as soon as possible. Maybe you got really sick and it took all of your life savings to fight to stay alive..only to wish you were dead. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Your car is filled with what you have left..your furniture is in storage until you find a place but you are behind on the rent there. You carry with you your most beloved "stuff". A few cookbooks, a couple of well worn cast iron pans, a grate from your oven, a rolling pin, layers of clothing but you don't wear them all at once. Thinking about it makes you laugh. At least you can still laugh. You have good underwear too..very important in case you end up in the ER.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">You wander through the sunny farmers market in your good jeans and Talbot sweater, Marc Jacobs sunglasses, and that hat you bought in Spain eons ago. You have just enough gas in your old car (sold the Acura for money over a year ago) to get to the room you rented for 3 weeks. "I'll buy some tomatoes and peppers.. serve it over microwavable rice". </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"> "Well, I survived cancer"....and you begin to laugh until warm tears roll down those rosey cheeks.</span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31286960.post-7324457471707587222013-07-31T14:34:00.001-07:002013-08-30T12:44:16.583-07:00Designing Menus<span style="font-size: large;">It was so nice to be asked to do a "Jewish" menu <b>again</b> for next fall for <i><a href="http://www.arc.losrios.edu/Programs_of_Study/FAA/Hospitality_Management/OAK_CAFE.htm">Oak Cafe at American River College</a></i>. After blogging through <a href="http://marlenaspieler.com/"><i>Marlena Spieler</i>'</a>s Jewish Cooking a few years ago (with lots of help from my *<i>co-bloggers</i>), I was asked to do a menu for them. What a blast.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">If you've never been to the Oak Cafe you MUST go. All of their menus are excellent. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I decided to honor my grandmother and use several of her recipes that we grew up eating. Of course, we didn't know it was traditional "Jewish" fare...as it was quite the secret that her folks were Jews. My grandmother came from Romania at age two..through Canada and then down to the Dakotas. Her folks (my great-grandparents) came from Poland, through Western Russia and then onto a slow boat from Romania. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">We had the holishkes, the fish fritters, the matzoh ball soup...sometimes with noodles. We had the brisket, the cholent, the challah, chopped liver, and lot's of fermented stuff. Did I mention the rugelach?</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">So..coming up with a menu is fun and a challenge too. I have to come up with several..so the instructor and students can choose what they want to make. No dairy with meat? I admit, I don't know all the rules as we surely were not Kosher. I learn. I learn. What else am I gonna do? I hope I don't plotz over it.</span><br />
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When I was a child, maybe 4 or 5, my mom would take us to rivers and lakes to swim. She was a strong swimmer. We would sometimes go with friends to "dead man's bend" on the Musselshell River outside of Roundup, MT..where we lived. One hot summer's day, the 4 of us Elliott kids were with some of the Harper kids. We had all been swimming along the shore with my mom and Mrs. Harper..and they admonished us NOT to go under the water. Mom must have been in her late 20's at the time.<br />
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Suddenly we heard a cry for help...in the middle of the river. It was Pam Harper..about age 7. It was a blur but my mom threw off her robe and jumped into the river with her cat-eye glasses on. I recall that...like I was worried about her losing her glasses.. at first. We watched her swim toward Pam and then the current which had taken Pam quickly, took them both downstream. We watched them bob up and down...Pam was screaming but I never heard my mom yell.<br />
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All of us kids ran along the banks of the river...we were crying for mommy is all I know. It was about 2 blocks down that mom finally drug Pam up on the shore...falling next to her amid tall grass. Pam was blue and mom's lips were blue..but she had those glasses on...that I loved so much. I will never forget.<br />
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We drove up...mom asked everyone what they wanted. When Pam did not get what she wanted she said.."I wish I would have drowned"...and my mom's arm came around from the front seat in a rush and her hand smacked Pam across the face. Not another sound was heard as we took the Harper family back to their house.<br />
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The story ended up in the local newspaper...Mrs. Harper called it in. When we showed up on Sunday (at church) everyone was telling my mom she was a saint...and her cheeks turned the same red as her lipstick, but she remained very humble. That's when I knew..no matter what my mom ever did, she'd always be my hero. (and we all learned to swim..very well).<br />
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P.S. I still will not swim in a river. Underwater currents scare me.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31286960.post-33427501768525392562013-07-05T12:48:00.001-07:002013-07-05T13:00:12.831-07:00The Heat is Off<span style="font-size: large;">Sacramento just saw 7 days of triple digit heat. I got sick on day 5 and I betcha the heat was partially to blame.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Today, it felt great to pull back our heavy thermal drapes and let the sun shine in. I don't know about you, but I NEED sunshine in my house. Let there be light! The cats are sitting in the windows...a breeze is coming in and all is right with the world once again.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I did not test my blood sugar at all last week but I did weigh and have lost 4 lbs. I probably threw up most of what I ate...plus, we didn't feel like cooking or eating. Dave was recovering from knee surgery and is back to work today..but is on limited movement.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">So, am happy to be feeling much better and am headed to my fave store to buy a few things that will be good for us to eat.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">We are having friends over Sunday for lunch..and I will be attempting my version of Indian food. I might "chicken out" though and make Vietnamese...maybe do an all veggie meal. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I love Pho..it is my favorite. I could live on it. But..won't be good if it is 100 degrees out! Maybe some lettuce wraps or rice paper spring rolls. Hmmmm.</span><br />
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<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31286960.post-71298767371228022982013-06-29T22:43:00.000-07:002013-06-29T22:48:04.813-07:00This Enlightened me, Educated me, and Changed meThis is so worth the read. Be good to yourself and take the time. Michael Witty is a super human being. I hope Ms. Deen takes him up on his offer.<br />
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I made a salad like this to last 4 days. I guess I'll have to pick out all of the Feta, and those olives too. Feta first...test next.. then I'll determine how to proceed. ~photo from food network because mine turned out like crap<br />
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(oh..did I tell ya? I gained 3 lbs. Not to worry lovies... me left foot probably weighs that much. I'll stop watching my glucose and it will fall off..eventually)Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31286960.post-58102748027044085782013-06-10T11:00:00.000-07:002013-06-10T11:01:15.266-07:00Need a lift?<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I always always have matzoh balls in in the freezer..for days like this when I need a lift. I feel a bit queasy for some reason and a hot bowl of soup always helps. I also keep chicken soup in the freezer. I recommend it.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31286960.post-2139586014194672382013-06-09T11:37:00.003-07:002013-06-09T11:44:03.034-07:00My Super Power<span style="font-size: large;">I had NO idea that I had super <strike>hero</strike> powers. Not until about 1:30 a.m. It actually woke me up from a deep sleep.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I hurried into the bathroom to investigate this feeling I was having...I never turn on the light as not to disturb my husband.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">So the second I sat down I farted like I never knew possible, SO LOUD...and the neighbor's bathroom light went on instantly! I am not kidding. It was immediate. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">How to harness such power..such energy? For good..or for bad?</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">My dear husband suggested I light The White House Christmas Tree every year.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">So, most people who know me KNOW that I am not into sweets. I never have been. I AM, or was, into carbs as in pasta, potatoes, and bread. Also love eggs and cheese. I love me a martini every now and again..but no booze since Jenn and I shared one at the coast!</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I counted carbs like crazy this week. I exercised. Did not focus on weight. Took my glucose readings. Coffee makes my sugar go up by 20 points! My fasting glucose on Wednesday was too high but was lower than a month ago.140.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I did weigh yesterday even though I said I was not going to focus on pounds lost..just on glucose readings. Guess what? <u>(<strike><i>chickenbutt</i>)</strike></u></span><br />
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I gained two pounds and fasting glucose was 160! Normal is 100 or below. I'm going back to Paleo and I will take fenugreek (thanks Shankari). I lost weight doing Paleo and that has to make a difference. I know it. Perhaps my cardiologist was right..no wheat of any kind for me. Dr. Shah said.."apple people like you cannot lose eating wheat or legumes. No grains. PERIOD.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I will find what works for me. For me. I'll tell ya this though..I was so fricken' careful this week and I gained two pounds AND my fasting is UP....not gonna do it. </span><br />
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31286960.post-32090452958534900422013-05-19T13:45:00.000-07:002013-05-19T16:31:29.607-07:00100 and 145 or bust!<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">My goal is to reduce my blood glucose to 100 and my weight to 145. I look great at 145. So got the diabetes diagnoses ..finally. I have been working to stay away from it but not hard enough. I gain, I lose. I gain. I lose.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I am not on medication for diabetes II, and I don't want to be.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I am going to classes on how to manage it..well, they start next week. I hate going to classes. I really do. I think it was all those years in college..and working full time. All schooled out. But I'll go..or I will give it a shot. I have been studying online as well. This link on <a href="http://www.diabetes.org/food-and-fitness/food/planning-meals/carb-counting/">carb counting</a> was very helpful.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">So, went to the dr. in early May and weighed a whopping 211 lbs. I weighed yesterday... 202. Our scales are a lb apart. My fasting glucose was high...145. Heck I'd be thrilled to lose 45 glucose points and 45 lbs! That would be awesome. A lb. at a time. Will weigh weekly..on Sat. I get my glucose meter on Tuesday so will be sharing those numbers too. I'll be able to see which foods are best for me.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I am thrilled for the media coverage, as the co-authors will be here April 3, 4, and 5th..very soon!</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Of course, I am absolutely gorgeous in<a href="http://www.sacbee.com/2013/03/25/5292102/local-cook-answers-the-call.html"> the photos</a> (camera adds 40 lbs). I had a blast with the photographer and the journalist....who I enjoyed in my kitchen for 4 hours the other day!</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">The article says I am an AVID blogger...so I best start blogging again, eh?</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">The beautiful photos of the food...which I didn't know I'd be making until Manny arrived and said, "so what are we eating?", are beautiful online. I was making "fake stuff" for photos...ya know, onions and peppers in a hot saute pan for the photos. Good thing I can think fast on my feet and had a FEW of the REAL ingredients to make the seafood gumbo from the cookbook!</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Refer to article about their schedule. They will be on TV Thursday morning, Good Day Sacramento/channel 31 with Chef Jon Clemmons of The Porch...9 a.m. hour.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">So..FED EX is here to deliver the 75 copies of Mastering the Art of Southern Cooking. Luckily, American River College is getting their own shipment today! <a href="http://www.capradio.org/about/bios/elaine-corn">Elaine Corn</a> and I will be merrily <strike>schlepping</strike> escorting books and authors around town soon. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">P.S.S. I used to watch Nathalie on PBS all the time. Nathalie and Julia. Cynthia produced the shows! I still use Nathalie's advice when it comes to big dinners. Fill a very large cooler (or two) with soapy hot water, hide em, and throw the dirty pots and pans in there ...so you can enjoy company and do em later! If you read her recipes, you will notice that she often mentions things like.."why dirty another pot?" She also admits to hating to empty the dishwasher...I do too, and so does my DIL. Sisters from another mister.</span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31286960.post-38751166005320872682013-02-20T12:49:00.000-08:002013-02-20T13:03:27.410-08:00Retro Kitchen "Re-model" Continues....<span style="color: #38761d;"><span style="font-size: large;">By the time I finish my kitchen/diningroom, retro will be out-of-fashion. Oh well, I seem to be behind the curve most of the time. La-d<span style="font-size: large;">i</span>-da.</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #38761d;"><span style="font-size: large;">I made a mood board with ca<span style="font-size: large;">binet paint ideas, flooring ideas, etc. I already have the <span style="font-size: large;">retro table and chairs<span style="font-size: large;">...which <span style="font-size: large;">I believe are from the late 40's. I have the retro bar stools, the retro buffet, and retro lamps.</span></span></span></span></span></span><br />
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<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31286960.post-1371054712248056672012-11-02T21:35:00.000-07:002012-11-02T21:35:41.163-07:00The First Step...I Am Powerless<span style="font-size: small;">I've spent the last year..maybe two coming to terms with my condition. I couldn't stand to<span style="font-size: small;"> look</span> in the mirro<span style="font-size: small;">r for fear of my own reflection. <span style="font-size: small;">The truth was there before me. Who is this person?? I was in denial<span style="font-size: small;">, big time.</span></span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;">I had long been afraid that other<span style="font-size: small;"> people would notice...did I falter in my speech<span style="font-size: small;"> or gait? <span style="font-size: small;">Would they notice that <span style="font-size: small;">I couldn't recall what I did yesterday? Or last week? Would they notice that my behavior was a bit <span style="font-size: small;">confusing? </span> Could they smell it on my breath...or in my house..or on my clothes?</span></span></span></span></span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;">I've talked to other <span style="font-size: small;">people..on the down low<span style="font-size: small;">, who felt the same way but were also <span style="font-size: small;">unwilling</span> to admit it. Fear of rejection, judgement, and of just being ignored..or the worst, of being alone.</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;">I've tried to cover up my mistakes, <span style="font-size: small;">clumsiness, and social awkwardness with excuses, justifications, etc. I was afraid someone would actually ask<span style="font-size: small;"> me about it.</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;">My name is Melody.. I am a senior citizen<span style="font-size: small;">, and I <span style="font-size: small;">belong to AARP.</span></span></span> </span></span></span></span> </span> </span></span></span></span> </span></span></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31286960.post-63350524493584458682012-10-28T13:00:00.002-07:002012-10-28T13:09:41.844-07:00Mike's Mixed Memories....RIPI just learned that someone I really admired and loved passed away about a month ago. He was a FB friend, email friend, and co-blogger buddy. He led a very intriguing life and was about the wisest and smartest person I never met.<br />
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Dave and I talked about going to Maine...always wanted to go. But, we never made it.<br />
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Here is Mike's last post..as it turns out. No wonder he stopped answering my emails! RIP dear Mike. Ashes in the lake I hear? Perfect.<br />
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<a href="http://jmainewoods.blogspot.com/2012/08/nine-months-worth-of-musings.html">Mike's Mixed Memories</a><br />
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I'd also love to add a second favorite post by Mike...on staying in touch.<br />
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<a href="http://jmainewoods.blogspot.com/2011/02/burning-bridges-moving-on.html">Burning Bridges Moving On</a> Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31286960.post-87369620391715054532012-10-06T16:06:00.001-07:002012-10-06T16:07:42.783-07:00When the Cardiologist Speaks....I Listen (mostly)<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Fried Schnitzel (or those mashed potatoes)<br />
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No fried anything. No flour..not even almond or rice flour. Only lean meats and some fish. Non-starchy veggies. No sweet potatoes either. No bread. No pasta, of course. Not even gluten free. Some fruits. No alcohol...especially no beer. Nothing fermented. No Kim Chee?!<br />
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Yes..it's Paleo but Dr. Shah says he puts fat little apple shaped people (like me) on this plan because it's the only way to lose BELLY FAT. Weight Watchers has too much starch Melody... He also said "I was cool with Paleo before Paleo was cool". Love Dr. Shah.<br />
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I have gotten used to eating a lean hamburger in between crunchy lettuce leaves! I have learned to be creative with my veggies...experimenting with tons of salads that don't contain lettuce.<br />
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Nothing like a heart attack scare, a stint in the hospital, and an angiogram to make this woman a believer!!<br />
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I am told that when I reach my goal weight, I can begin to add some of my favorite things back into my diet. Like legumes. I love beans. Perhaps some pasta from time to time. Oh...and yes...I want some god damned mashed potatoes!!! (and some kim chee please)<br />
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<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31286960.post-49522830694330311082012-09-28T21:30:00.001-07:002012-09-28T22:04:28.073-07:00Vulnerability and Intimacy--part 1 of 3My daughter-in-law posted an adorable video of my 4 year-old grandson, Ethan, promising his mother that he'd always snuggle with her..when he's 14, and when he is 50. I am ashamed to admit that my first thoughts were negative. They had nothing to do with Ethan or my DIL...but were all about me and how I react to such intimate and vulnerable moments like that. Truth is....I thought it was the sweetest and most innocent video I'd ever seen. I hope it holds true! I'd wished my own mother would have said such things to me, even though I am an old turd.<br />
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I began to think about the most intimate and vulnerable moments I'd ever experienced. I thought about the birth of both of my boys. No question!<br />
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Most mom's can relate to the birthing experience. I was no different. Unfortunately, with my first son, Mike...the doctor was a dipwad. I was practically passed out by the time he arrived. He was bruised and unhappy..unable to nurse..and I was just 17. I am positive that it made a difference in the way we related to one another over the years. I have tons of guilt about it. I would walk down to the nursery and stare at him..all bruised and with the BIG head. I felt like a loser...but I looked at him and thought..wow, you are one tough little boy! I just kept thinking..."he is a part of me..my own blood".<br />
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He had the cutest smile, and had curly hair down his neck. I would just sit and rock him..did not want to put him down as I was afraid he wouldn't wake up. We'd both fall asleep in the rocker...and in the morning, I'd put him in his crib and get on with my morning..stopping to feed him and rock him. His dad worked out of town...his life story. I would often take Mikey to bed with me..and listen to his breath...so afraid he would stop breathing. I would even take him with me into the bathtub..making sure the water was not too warm..he would lay on my chest and belly. I don't know why? I just felt that way. I know I didn't get much sleep his first year!<br />
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I used to sing The Water Is Wide for Mikey...probably why he loves speed metal today!<br />
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<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31286960.post-77364021288630855692012-09-25T11:30:00.000-07:002012-09-25T11:35:09.458-07:00When Life Give's You Lemons..from a favorite blogThe <a href="http://www.thefiftyfactor.com/2012/09/lemons.html">Fifty Factor</a> is one of my favorite blogs. I love how she writes..and this post really made my day! Please enjoy. The part about the old lady in the Micky D's parking lot just absolutely cracked me up!<br />
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<a href="http://www.thefiftyfactor.com/2012/09/lemons.html">http://www.thefiftyfactor.com/2012/09/lemons.html</a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31286960.post-77473461609010776612012-09-23T13:56:00.002-07:002012-09-23T14:10:35.016-07:00Ladies.....Don't Dry Up<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: arial,helvetica;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Geneva; font-size: 100%;"><br /><span style="font-size: 130%;">“During
a Time that once was, is now gone forever, and will come back again
soon, there is day after day of white sky, white snow...and all the tiny
specks in the distance are people or dogs or bear.<br /><br />“(There was a
man who was so lonely he cried cracks into his face. One evening,
hunting in his kayak, he came to a big rock in the sea.)<br /><br />“...there
atop the mighty rock danced a small group of women, naked as the first
day they lay upon their mother's bellies. The women were like beings
made of moon milk, and their skin shimmered with little silver dots like
those on the salmon in springtime, and the women's feet and hands were
long and graceful.<br /><br />“(They were seal-women, who had taken off
their pelts and were now dancing on the rock. The hunter leapt to the
rock and stole one of the sealskins.)<br /><br />“Soon, one of the women
called in a voice that was the most beautiful ... [and the seal-women
began] putting on their sealskins... Except for one. The tallest of them
searched high and searched low for her sealskin.... The man felt
emboldened...stepped to the rock, appealing to her, "Woman.....be
.....my ......wife. I am ....a lonely man."<br /><br />“(The hunter said,
“Be with me for seven years and then you can decide to stay or go.” The
seal woman could not find her sealskin and reluctantly agreed. )<br /><br />“So in time they had a child, whom they named Ooruk. And the child was lithe and fat....<br /><br />“(But
as time went on, the seal woman began to lose color and become weak.
When the seven years was up, she wanted her sealskin back and he would
not tell her where it was. Their child heard their argument, and that
night an old silver seal appeared out in the sea, calling the child's
name. As the child was climbing down to the sea, he stumbled across his
mother's sealskin.)<br /><br />“The boy scratched open the bundle and shook
it out--it was his mother's sealskin. Oh, and he could smell her all
through it... And as he hugged the sealskin to his face and inhaled her
scent, her soul slammed through him like a sudden summer wind.<br /><br />“(The
child returned the sealskin to his mother, who put it on. The child
feared his mother will leave him. But, she filled her child's lungs with
her own breath, and took him beneath the sea with her...)<br /><br />“And
they swam deep and strong till they entered the underwater cove of seals
where all manner of creatures were dining and singing, dancing and
speaking, and the great silver seal that had called to Ooruk from the
night sea embraced the child and called him grandson.<br /><br />“(But the time came for the child to return to land... and so....)<br /><br />“On
that night, the old grandfather seal and the boy's beautiful mother
swam with the child between them. Back they went, back up and up and up
to the topside world. There they gently placed Ooruk on the stony shore
in the moonlight.<br /><br />“(His mother assured him she would always be
near him and would send her spirit through him for him to learn the
songs of life and of healing. The boy grew to be a great singer,
drummer, maker of stories...)<br /><br />“... it was said this all came to
be because as a child he had survived being carried out to sea ...
Now... sometimes he can still be seen, with his kayak tethered, kneeling
upon a certain rock in the sea, seeming to speak to a certain female
seal who often comes near the shore. Though many have tried to hunt her,
time after time they have failed. She is known as Tanqigcaq, the bright
one, the holy one, and it is said that though she be a seal, her eyes
are capable of portraying those human looks... those wise and wild and
loving looks.”</span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: arial,helvetica;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Geneva; font-size: 100%;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><br /> <i><b>Inuit Story..from "Women Who Run with the Wolves", Clarissa Pinkola Estes, author.</b></i></span><br /><span style="color: #0b5394;"><i><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Dr. Estés' “Sealskin, Soulskin” story can be read in its totality on pages 255-261 in </span></i></span></span><span style="color: #0b5394;"><i><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 100%;">Women Who Run With the Wolves</span><span style="font-size: 100%;">. </span></span></i></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: arial,helvetica;"><span style="color: #0b5394;"><i><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 100%;"><span style="background-color: #cfe2f3;"><span style="color: blue;">(One of the best gift's I ever received from a man, was a picture he'd drawn of a sealskin..and he had framed it for me) mek</span></span> </span></span></i></span></span><br />
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<a href="http://redeyelaboratories.com/">http://redeyelaboratories.com/</a> <i>art by Shawn Griggs</i> <br />
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<i>(photo by Marcia Lowry)</i><br />
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Okay, so it's been awhile since my last post. Decided to post something.<br />
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<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31286960.post-12483157433638787822012-04-24T14:51:00.000-07:002012-04-24T15:20:03.453-07:00Baked Beans<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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In our opinion...nothing goes better with a Hebrew National Hotdog than baked beans. In honor of <a href="http://www.foodnetwork.com/recipes/paula-deen/english-peas-recipe/index.html">Paula Deen and HER English Pea recipe</a>...here is MY go-to crowd pleaser!<br />
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Heat pot on medium high heat..size depends on servings. Open can of <a href="http://www.buythecase.net/product/12690/bushs_best_grillin_beans_bourbon_brown_sugar/">Bush Beans</a> (the best) and pour into heated pot. Serve when warmed through.<br />
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Thank you. I am leaving the building.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31286960.post-89640562807787092912012-03-22T12:55:00.005-07:002012-03-22T13:16:46.067-07:00Been a Long Haul...with a U Turn<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDSeDYz0ipCkV_3U6h9_uXRejZNPWxQuEc7QncxnoQPf6BcLyWW3e7VXq6VTNKLB_79JooiScLJMLD6zffAgKUSAq5AXB6PIG3-ZmJL8r81vpP0NvxDs-gEF80Pv5qEiBEWwq5/s1600/Gymnot.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 224px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDSeDYz0ipCkV_3U6h9_uXRejZNPWxQuEc7QncxnoQPf6BcLyWW3e7VXq6VTNKLB_79JooiScLJMLD6zffAgKUSAq5AXB6PIG3-ZmJL8r81vpP0NvxDs-gEF80Pv5qEiBEWwq5/s400/Gymnot.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5722817542134884370" border="0" /></a><br /><br />It's been sooo long since I posted, I actually forgot how. I forgot my password..the works!<br /><br />I've been busy insulting people I love, finding a really great therapist, starting new medications, asking forgiveness, etc. There's a few people I haven't gotten to yet...but I will. Not to insult...no not that.<br /><br />I am very frightened about certain politicians wanting to rule every uterus in the USA..and the women who support them. So I get some bumper stickers made up that say "Women's Rights 2012..WE Won't go Back" and "Women's Rights, Obama 2012..take a stand" but I feel like I am having to beg people to take em. I could go stand downtown and pass em out I guess but then they'd end up in the trash somewhere.....or perhaps on a homeless person's napsack, which would be fine with me. Maybe I should hit a college campus?<br /><br />I spend too much time on FB talking to myself. I have met some great friends there though....but mostly I just talk to myself.<br /><br />I've been cooking but not blogging. Am thinking about not blogging about food anymore. I am fat and need to lose 50 lbs. We'll see.<br /><br />Emotionally, I am feeling better than I have in a long, long time. Whew!! That is a load off.<br /><br />My husband and I will celebrate eight years of wedded bliss next week...and it's been almost 15 years since the first time we talked. I brought a lot of baggage to this relationship...and I am so happy I found a loving man who helped me unpack it. (I read that quote somewhere but can't recall where...but I like it.)<br /><br />My grandkids are ages 6 and 4...getting big. I miss them. Hope to go visit next month. They fricken' crack me up!<br /><br />Till next time....who knows, maybe I'll finish that book I started.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com5