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16 May 2019
I'm trying to clear out the freezer and use up things that have been in there for months (some for years). Now that I have ordered freezer labels, I think things will go more smoothly and I won't run the danger of pouring pumpkin pie mix into my spaghetti sauce again.
Tonight I defrosted a rather large container of "something." I could see it had beans in it and it smelled chili-ish, so was fairly certain this was a legitimate dinner. And it was. It was a chili I made awhile ago and as I stirred it on the stove and took a small spoonful I remembered this recipe. This had more heat than most chilis I make. I don't know why I followed a recipe. I never follow a recipe for chili, but I must have been inspired by a food network program or something.
In any event, as I tasted it, I remembered that when I first made it, this had been almost too spicy to eat. And still is.
You know, of course, that when you have something super spicy, water does nothing to ease your mouth, but milk does. I found something even better. I also had half a package of tater tots and some fresh cherry tomatoes so served those with the chili, and taking one or the other or both after each mouthful of the chili made it palatable. However, I told Walt (who cleans the kitchen each night) that unless he liked the recipe, he had my permission to throw the rest of it away, even though there was enough for another meal.
I was reading Malala Yousafzai's book about displaced families and the terrible conditions under which they live and what they go through to try to find peace in the United States, and telling Walt to throw away perfectly good food when there are so many starving around the world gave me a twinge of guilt. But since I couldn't mail the food to them, I assuaged my guilt.
I have never been an adventurous eater. In a fast food place, I order my cheeseburger plain (no sauce), buy mild cheeses, etc. The most adventurous I ever got was having escargot with Gilbert on his birthday in a French restaurant in San Francisco.
But with all the food network programs I've been watching, I've decided to start trying to eat a little bit more spicy foods. Everybody is always tossing in red pepper flakes to "turn it up a notch" and I'm starting to do that...just a tiny notch. I am now actually adding the sriracha they send with our Home Chef meals (still only half of what is supplied) and am slowly helping my taste buds adjust to a slightly more spicy diet
Of course the fact that your taste buds change as you get older helps.
My favorite candy bars for forEVer have been either Snickers or U-No bars. Now I find them both too sweet for me. I used to love a nice rare steak or a big slab of prime rib. Now I look at them pictured on menus and know I can't eat a fourth of what the pictures show. I am no longer tempted by restaurant commercials which show delicious multi courses of delicious foods. I know I couldn't eat a quarter of the foods shown.
Even my favorite crab salad sandwich at Fenton's is too big and I usually take half of it home either for Walt or for my next meal.
I now understand my (paternal) grandmother who, toward the end of her life, said rather plaintively "when I can eat again, I just want a big slice of prime rib." I don't think she ever got it.
I guess this is why, though I think I eat way too much, my weight has not changed in about 5 years or more.
I am remembering the pledge I made a couple of years ago, to set aside time for reading, since I hadn't been reading as many books as I wanted.
While I would like to read something like 75 books a year, it seemed that my average was about 50. But this year, as of the first of May, I had read only FIVE. So I've been spending time reading for the last two weeks and am enjoying it.
It helps when I continue to read books as bad as "A Diary on my Screwing Up my Year Abroad." All I wanted to do at the end of that book was to read a better book.
I chose a book that I described in my review as a "palate cleanser." It was "The Tour: A Feel-Good Irish Springtime Read," which was a low key, easy read story of a group of people taking a bus tour around Ireland. They were predictable character types and the life each one of them (including the bus driver, who had his own drama) was changed during their one week tour.
Lots of suspension of disbelief that they all had such major life changes.
But it was an easy read that took slightly over a day to read.
When that was finished, I was ready for something a bit more meaningful and chose the Malala Yousafzai book I mentioned before, which tells the stories of several women who were forced by violence or other circumstances to leave their homes and relocate elsewhere.
It's too bad our glorious leader doesn't read or his heart might be moved by the stories of what caused these women to leave their countries and why they endured such hardships to get to where they hoped they would find peace and safety in this country. Of course, he doesn't have a drop of empathy in him, so I doubt he'd be moved anyway, even if he did care about the conditions of refugee women and children.
Next I'm moving on to re-reading "The Hobbit," which I first read in 1969 (I know because Paul was the baby at the time). Bri tells me that's our next book club discussion and I have from now until July to finish it.
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