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The car is not the dining room table

Another morning of driving in commuter traffic. The battery in Terry’s car gave up the ghost over the weekend and today was the first day we could get it into the shop so I was out in early morning traffic. I’m sure glad I don’t have to drive on those roads so early every morning. Usually 9 or later is my drive time, after the majority of workers have made their trek.

Today, while slowly creeping along a busy thoroughfare, I see the driver behind me tipping a bowl up to her face, like she’s drinking soup. I guess it must have been milk from her cereal. A little farther down the road and she’s using a spoon to get the remainder of the solids out of the bowl. I could only shake my head.

I had gotten up at my usual time of 6, had breakfast, read the newspaper, put on my makeup and dressed, and was still on the road shortly after 7:30. Oh, and I did my exercises. I wouldn’t think of eating cereal (or soup) in my car because I can be sloppy and would have spilled it all over my lap. What happens if you have to stop quickly, or make a fast lane change, or turn? I would be a mess by the time I got to work.

Maybe a dry cereal that I could eat out of a bag that I held in my lap. Maybe a cup of coffee or tea that I could put in my cupholder. Probably not, though. Eating and driving just don’t go together in my book. I would rather eat at the dining room table and drive my car without distractions. Gosh, the bad drivers are enough to keep me on alert.



Eating takes a lot of time

There is no eating around here today and tomorrow. Just drinking liquids. I am scheduled for a colonoscopy Wednesday at noon. I ate very lightly on Sunday and Monday, but had cooked a variety of foods so Terry would have something to eat while I sat out the meal times. Starting on Tuesday morning I only drank clear liquids along with the 64 ounces of laxative mix that will clean out my system.

What I have found today is that staying out of the kitchen, preparing food, eating food, and cleaning up, gave me lots more time and energy to do other things. I did laundry, cleaned the patio, and read. I never had to stop to think about what to cook. I never had to stop to fix food. I worked right through lunch time, and as  dinner time drew near, I just went on doing what I had been doing.

Terry came home and heated up leftovers for his dinner. As he cleaned up, he asked if I had run the dishwasher since there was so little in it.

“No, I just didn’t eat anything or cook anything all day.”

I’ve had friends tell me they only run their dishwasher every two or three days. Now I’ve figured out how they do it. They don’t eat! Not eating makes life much simpler.

Food, eating, and my mother’s philosophy

I love to eat. I love good food. And, if you look at my photos, you can see that I certainly eat plenty! I like to cook my own food as I’m always leery of restaurants and processed food. As a child, my mother cooked and baked every day. She too was a good cook, most of the time. There were certain foods she made that I did not like. Such as her stew. I make waaaay better stew than my mother ever did. If she made something I did not like, however, I did not have to eat it. She always said, “if you’re hungry, you’ll eat it; otherwise, you can do without.” It was her mantra at mealtime!

We lived out in the country when I was growing up, but on a main highway, and not far from a railroad track. We often heard the trains going past as there was little in the way to compete with the sound of the whistle and the wheels on the tracks. Because of our proximity to the tracks, and our location on a road heading to the big city, we often had hobos coming through our farm. One night, during cotton picking season, when we still handpicked and the trailers were parked in the front yard, Daddy found a hobo sleeping in a cotton trailer. He was not amused and chased him off. Daddy was very particular about his cotton. My mother, on the other hand, helped out any hobo who came to the door.

One day, in particular, I remember a raggedy looking man at the back porch, asking for food. My mother said she had some leftover stew she could heat up for him. (This was decades before microwave ovens so the heating would take some time.) He said that was unnecessary, he’d eat it cold, right out of the bowl. I still see, in my mind’s eye, that man, sitting on the back step, long, scruffy gray hair, wearing a denim jacket that had seen better days, hunkered over, eating the stew. I watched him for awhile from the screen door until my mother chased me off. When he was done, he left the bowl and spoon, licked clean, sitting on the step, and went back out the gate he had come through.

My mother would remind me, when I didn’t want to eat something, that I might find myself, some day, in a place where cold stew would even taste good. I’m hopeful if that day should ever come, that I would find myself in the backyard of someone as good as my mother who believed you helped people wherever you found them.

It’s been a produce-laden summer

Although summer arrived late to the San Joaquin Valley, it made a glorious time once it got here. The fruits and vegetables have been outstanding, and our CSA box has been overflowing every week with wonderful goodness. I chose to get an additional box each week of stone fruit and have swooned at the wonderful selection. I had thought last week was the end since it was the twelfth week, but I was totally surprised today when I went to pick up the veggie box and found one more fruit box. Another swoon.

The veggie box had lots of goodies like potatoes, lettuce, onions, peppers, and even an eggplant. Also tomatoes and grapes that you can see in the bowl with all the fruit:

The farm from which we get our CSA box, TD Willey Farms, is known for a special type of basil. Last year they had a hard time getting their crop in because of a type of mite that attacked the plants. Being all organic, they had to figure out how to get rid of the mite without chemicals. It was a long process, and this summer the basil has been spectacular, as you can see from the big bunch that just arrived:

Among the box of stone fruit was one unusual fruit. Shaped like a pluot, colored like a peach, with skin like an apricot, meet Bella Royale, a peacotum:




A peacotum is a brand new hybrid developed by Blossom Bluff Orchards that combines peach, apricot, and plum genetics into a single fruit with the qualities of all three. We only got one of these gems, and it was delicious. Can’t wait until next year.

You know it’s a holiday

when you are having cookies and coffee for breakfast! I’m getting a roast ready to cook so I can make berrocks. The Hispanic community makes tamales, the Germans make berrocks.

It’s not bad all over

Although the economy is doing poorly, and everyone seems to be crying “poormouth,” a term my mother would use, I didn’t see any of that today when I stopped at a very upscale shopping center in our town.  Fig Garden Village is a quaint center with many national retailers and lots of expensive restaurants.  I could not find a place to park.  Not only were people shopping, but there were many who were enjoying company lunches and holiday gatherings with friends at the eateries.  

I have lived in this neighborhood for almost 30 years, and the pace seems no different this year from past ones.  People are shopping, buying, entertaining, eating, enjoying the season.  I wonder if the media has made us feel that it’s bad all over when that is not the case.