Sunday, June 19, 2011

Kitchen Waste

One thing I've always had trouble with is using food before it goes bad. There are numerous contributing factors. One is possibly genetic. Once my family stopped living hand-to-mouth, we had a tendency to buy food and forget about it. I still do that. Or my mom would intend to make something, but kept putting it off until whatever "it" was had transformed to a completely different type of "it."

Another factor is my fear of running out of food. We didn't have a lot when I was a child. While I never went hungry as such, I did worry about it. My family teased me about being a bottomless pit which made me self conscious about how much I ate. I was never heavy, I just had a high metabolism and was very active, I guess. Anyway, those things all helped me to develop an intense fear of hunger. I've never been able to "diet" because of this aversion.  And it leads me to buy way more than I need.

Whatever the reasons may be, I am tired of throwing food out. Beautiful, delicious food that should be consumed. It deserves better. It should be crafted into tasty, nutritious meals to feed my beloved family.

Today my friend came over with my portion of our Bountiful Basket. (If you don't know what that is, go to Or wait for a future post.) Basically I get fresh fruits and vegetables for a price cheaper than the grocery store. We do this weekly. Each week I am embarrassed because some of the produce from the previous week is still sitting on the table. Where we had sorted it the previous week. So I have determined that from this day out, I WILL use the food I buy. I will plan my meals and stick to the plan. If I don't feel like it, too bad.

This will force me to become more organized. I will not only have to plan my meals, I will also have to prepare them. I will have to organize my days so that I have enough energy to do so. But I am determined. The health, both physical and financial, of my family is at stake. I will rise to the cahllenge.

So I will bid you all farewell. There is a defrosted pork shoulder in my fridge waiting for its overnight marinade so it can be slow cooked tomorrow for a tasty dinner. Yum.

Thursday, June 9, 2011

English Lesson

I read a lot of blogs. Some for info, some for fun. Something I've noticed is that there are a lot of simple errors. Usually I can get past them. (Although I do notice them.) But sometimes it is so bad that I simply cannot continue to read. It doesn't matter how interesting the content is, if the writing is terrible, I can't force myself to read it.

Then I get angry. It seems that people just don't care. That good writing skills are unnecessary. After all, the content is what's important. Fewer people even seem to notice mistakes while more are making them. These are intelligent people, by and large, with interesting things to say. Just a little effort would make a huge difference in the quality of what they write. Whether the effort would be in education or proofreading.

So I've decided to do some simple English lessons. I'm by no means an expert, but I will start out with my pet peeves. Then I'll move on to new things. Along the way I hope to educate myself and improve my own writing. Perhaps I'll be able to help some others do the same.

Friday, June 3, 2011


I'm off to the chiropractor later. Monday night I had low back pain. Since I've had it before I wasn't too worried. Tuesday morning I woke up barely able to move. I spent most of the day sitting on the chair. By Wednesday I decided to get professional help. (Insert joke here.)

The chiro adjusted me, which went better than I anticipated considering my severly limited movement. He went on to tell me not to expect any relief from pain until Friday, and that I should come back in then. It is a suspected disc issue, but since I am pregnant I can't have the test that would determine that.

Meanwhile, I am stuck in my chair, unable to do most things. Which is an improvement from being able to do nothing, so I guess I shouldn't complain.  At least I don't need help to get on and off the toilet, anymore.

I am hoping with this second adjustment I regain mobility and see, or feel, significant pain relief. Because my family needs me. Poor Bug has been Mommy and Daddy to a Squiggle who doesn't understand why Mommy can't comply with her request, "Up!?" The laundry, dishes and other miscellaneous chores aren't doing themselves and I really want to get my house in good condition before Baby X arrives sometime this autumn. Which won't happen if I can't move enough to even shower myself.

So my chiro had better work some magic this afternoon. I have things to do.