Leprechaun Tuesday

I’m a little late. Had to finish the video for today.

Well, on the one hand it’s St. Patrick’s Day, so if you aren’t having green beer for breakfast… (then you’re a lucky cat).

I haven’t figured out the food part today, yet. I’ve barely figured out my name yet, but will probably go with Raisin Bran, cus it requires little anything.

For Tuesday, I had to have an obnoxious song, but  I made an effort to connect you all with the artist’s vision by posting the lyrics… as I hear them.  Not sure they’re all quite er, accurate but… how do you think I did?

Okay. I’m not particularly bright and shiny this morning, so will skip any transference of great wisdom onto weeble-kind, let’s skip straight to things to do today.

1. (obviously) Make things green! Co-workers and family will likely be delighted at your efforts to turn previously appetizing food and beverages a fine mold tinge today. Get creative! Pesto, food-coloring, pistachio pudding, today’s the day to use these things not wisely, but oh so well.

2. Today is a good day to pinch someone whose been irritating you for a really long time. It doesn’t really matter what they’re wearing. Judges rarely prosecute people for acceptable holiday traditions, and you can plead color-blindness if your angst-provider happens to be wearing green coveralls and a leprechaun tie. Actually, if you see someone wearing that, pinch them whether you like them or not. They have it coming.

3. On a more kind-hearted note… any holiday provides a good reason to make some cards and go visit your local assisted living facility. It’s amazing how much having a visitor can brighten an older person’s day. Life is pretty lonely on the fringes of things, and a splash of color might mean a few minutes effort for you, but make someone’s week, month or decade. And in how many instances do we non-elf, non-leprechaun sorts get to spread a little magic and cheer. It’s totally worth it.

Happy St. Patrick’s Day

“Let me feed you for a week.”

My family-type people have been feeling crapacious. We’ve been sick. I’ve been a little sick, a lot of the time. My daughter has been quite sick, sporadically. At grandma’s house, there’s been general malaise. Mom is stressed about losing her job, and she looks like the walking dead.

I probly do, too. Insomnia’s come by for her seasonal visit, and we’ve been up late together a lot of nights, lately. I’ve watched a lot of infomercials. There’s been quality time spent with the cooking channel.

I’ve either formulated this opinion, or learned it by osmosis: Diet is a great big deal for everyone. Winter has created a pasty, pudgy populous, and there’s so much confusion about *what* to eat, and how to eat it, that pre-formulated habits are kind of what most people cling to under the onslaught of information, to escape awful tasting pre-packaged meals.

There’s great cooking, of course. Wouldn’t it be wonderful to create some of that Julia Child goodness on the home-front, but… who really keeps all the right ingredients at any time? Who has the time and patience and skill?

Everyone does, once in awhile. But nobody does, all the time.

I think… cooking has to be intuitive. The foundation is knowledge, and that knowledge should be custom-fitted to your priorities in the kitchen. You kinda hafta prioritize, and then learn, and once you learn, then you let yourself go. Like anything you want to do well, build the foundations, then get creative.

Here’s some of my priorities in the kitchen.

1. Tasty food.
2. Nutritious
3. Moderate expense
4. Weight conscious
5. Quick preparation time
6. Easy clean-up

Time related priorities are last on my list, cus I actually do have the time to prepare, refrigerate, plan, and mop up after my culinary explorations. That doesn’t mean it has to take a long time, but I’d rather have a basic knowledge about what is tasty, nutritious and affordable then what is fast.

Anyway, we’re going to try and eat consciously this week and see if we start feeling better. I think I’ll post the day’s menu up, but I’m not going to plan the week out. Besides knowledge, the other part of cooking is listening. The body has different needs at different times, and it’s not a bad idea to take into account what the body is hungry *for*.

But here’s some of the basic staples that will shape the week’s culinary direction:

Oatmeal
Blueberries
Salmon fillet (not farm-raised)
Fresh baked bread (pughliese or seminola, from bakery)
Free range chicken (packet of thighs)
Organic eggs
broccoli
asparagus
yogurt (we’re trying a kind without corn syrup)
green onions
basil
garlic
cinnamon
walnuts
flax seeds
raisin bran
cheese
green apples
angel hair pasta
beef and barley soup
purple grapes
home-made chicken noodle soup
snow-peas
carrots
herb-tomato sauce
frozen berries
orange juice
popcorn
fresh greens

I know this is boring as hell, but indulge me. Monday I’ll start posting what it is we’re going to eat. If it *feels good*, I’ll have something to go back and reference later.

Reading Crooked

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My mind has been employing itself in oddities lately. I go to perform a task, and suddenly I’m headed off on a weirdly curly think-tangent. I don’t know if the day-dreamy stuff is to do with having little sleep lately, or if I’m just getting some sort of chemical in my diet that tickles the brain’s hyper-drive.

What’s cool about it is, in these mindsets you tend to see and note connections, relatedness that might  escape your notice otherwise.

But it makes it kind of hard to focus. Reading, the same sort of things happen. A passage or headline gets read differently, and I get all fascinated by the accidental meaning for a moment. For example, I was reading John Steinbeck’s ‘Once There Was a War’… the chapter about the cottage that wasn’t there, and came to this sentence:

“Across the path, a line of people were fishing in the Serpentine, sitting on rented chairs, fishing in water that was stirred with the oars of boats and kicking swans.”

That stopped me for a moment. It’s a rather laid back, satisfied picture: The fishermen setting out their lines, close enough together to chat. Resting on chairs as they wait for something to happen. And in that nonchalant, laid back way, they’re kicking swans.

The swans must be awfully thick underfoot, I decide. But still, it’s odd… in present day culture, kicking an animal certainly isn’t acceptable enough to mention, and you wouldn’t do it in a nonchalant sort of manner. “Oh yes, I just took it easy yesterday. Did a few crosswords, kicked a few dogs.”

My brain went through all these musings, got so far as wondering about the time and place John Steinbeck grew up in, and if there’s a peculiar swan-kicking tradition thereabouts before I actually took another look at the words, and my brain unscrambled the meaning- ie: that kicking swans were stirring the water, along with the boats’ oars.

But that wasn’t the best one. This headline showed up on the Yahoo Home Page yesterday:

A cell phone that thieves love

I immediately clicked on it, mind teeming with immediate concern; for how I read the headline was that the cell phone was somehow stealing love. 

How can a cell-phone do that? Is there some new technology that preys on human emotions? Does the cell phone intercept calls from loved ones, and carry on a robotic conversation, soaking up the good vibes while the thwarted callee is left with a busy tone? Or was it a less fantastical case, where a particular cell phone was simply taking up all the admiration and attention that its new owners formerly lavished on loved ones? Causing rifts in marriages perhaps, or leading to crimes of passion and new, technological love triangles.

All sorts of intriguing possibilities as I click on the title.

And I was a tad disappointed with the mundane story that followed. No, goofer, it’s a CELL PHONE that THIEVES love TO STEAL.

Not a cellphone that thieves on love.

Duh.

But really, wouldn’t that be kind of a trip?