Tuesday, February 14, 2017

How many times can I ruin the same pot of soup?

The answer is: I don’t know yet but I’m working on an answer. 

It started when I lost my mind and cleaned out the food cabinet. Who does that? I think I have a Jewish friend who does that for Passover but she’s a foodlover who obviously appreciates any reason to handle food. Surely, most people don’t do that. (I’m okay with being the odd one out again if that’s the case.) 

I usually don’t think about cleaning cabinets unless I’m moving but for some reason did so yesterday. And in the process, I noticed I had several containers with only a handful of beans. I also had four opened bags of rice. 

Foodlover friend, you can stop reading now if you started. This is ugly. 

I tossed my handfuls of kidney, great northern, and black-eyed peas in a pot with that half onion and quarter green pepper getting ready to expire in the refrigerator, added some fresh carrots and celery and garlic, and started soup. Since I had the baby (yeah, I’m going to blame everyone but myself, even a three-month-old granddaughter) I was distracted and forgot to tilt the lid. So, the beans got mushy and I hate mushy beans. 

Worse than mushy, though, the soup was bland. Extremely bland, even after I dumped in a bunch of spices. 

I put the soup in the refrigerator and ordered pizza last night. Even though I stopped ordering my
food burned years ago, this one arrived that way. Too burned for my taste is totally unacceptable for most people. But, between the two, the pizza seemed the better choice so I ate some.

Tonight, I decided to try processing the mushy beans. Then I could melt cheese on top and it might be like refried beans. Seemed better than wasting them. 

Maybe there’s a secret? I lost the instructions to the processor years ago, so I won’t know unless someone sees this and tells me. I ended up with mushy bean juice all over the kitchen, even with all nifty plastic blockers in their correct spots on the processor lid. And, in all the crevices on the base because, obviously, the people who design those do-not-immerse bases get some sick pleasure from making sure there are crevices that are impossible to clean with anything wider than a toothpick. 

So, I tasted what was left of the mushy bean soup after it was pureed or processed or whatever people who know what they are doing call it. And, of course, it was still bland. But, I had bought a new essential oil today, and I was going to fix this problem and create something new at the same time. 

When someone takes the time to type ‘maybe not even a whole drop, you might want to dip a toothpick in the oil and then touch it to the soup’ that’s a good clue that the oil might be overwhelming.* I missed that clue. 

The soup was not bland anymore after I added a drop of cinnamon oil. Nor was it good.
No problem! I had pepper jack cheese to add. That would surely mask or at least tame the cinnamon. Seriously, other non-foodies, cinnamon is NOT ANYTHING LIKE RED PEPPER. I knew that. I really did. So why did I do this? Sigh. 

The pepper cheese was in the freezer but fortunately was shredded and I was able to break off a chunk to put on my soup. I might have known the truth about cinnamon but I really had no idea that putting shredded cheese in the freezer would make it smell so bad. I tossed that stuff in the microwave quickly and rushed to wash the stink off my hand. 

Turns out freezing probably doesn’t make cheese smell sour. I think there’s a very good possibility I bought and froze nasty cheese. 

I’m having leftover burned pizza tonight. 

Anybody want bean soup? I don’t deliver.

* To make a long story even longer, this made me remember when my father-in-law brought the teeny tiny green peppers from Bolivia to my parents' house one night. He warned us they were hot and we nodded and smiled, like, yeah, we know about hot peppers. He appealed to my husband, who explained in English that we would all share one of those teeny tiny peppers. Each of us would dip the pepper in in our soup bowl and then pass it on to the next person. They weren't kidding - the soup was hot with even that little dunk of the pepper.

Saturday, February 04, 2017

Not Going High - open letter to President Obama

Dear President Obama:

You and Hillary Clinton have dedicated yourselves to serving others. It is time now for us to stand up for you. I must reject your plea to “go high”, unite with fascists, and support the alleged winner of the presidential election. 

Donald Trump is unqualified, in every way, for the job. It is probable that he had assistance from Russian hackers, and that his promise that this election was rigged was literally him telling his supporters not to worry because he had it rigged. 

Already, the rest of the world knows that nearly half of the voters in this country voted for fascism and that probably cannot be repaired easily. We must show them that we will at least attempt to use the electoral college, our safeguard against such a horror, to right this wrong. We the people owe it to you to protect your legacy, to Hillary Clinton to secure her popular vote win, and to the world to protect them from a man who does not have the temperament or self-control to be Commander in Chief. 

If it is not possible to delay the electoral college vote until after the Russian interference and voting errors are thoroughly investigated, I ask you to appeal to the electoral college, on behalf of the voters, to do the right thing and vote for the qualified, popular vote winner who best represents what this country has always been. 

For the sake of this earth and humanity, I implore you to do this. Because I can’t survive without Medicare and Social Security, I beg you to do this so I can live. 

If there is anything that we, the voters, need to do in order to make this happen, please advise. There are petitions but I doubt that is the proper route. 

Thank you.

Thursday, September 15, 2016

Open Letter to Dr. Oz

Dear Dr. Oz:

In recent years, I have defended you, often, not because I knew you were innocent of the accusations made against you but because I knew the people making them did not have sufficient information to make them. I'm embarrassed.

I did not watch your program today because I don't watch anyone who interviews Donald Trump. He is so offensive that it makes makes me physically and emotionally sick. I waited to read about it. Since you managed to make headlines, and those headlines said absolutely nothing about you recommending that Donald Trump undergo and release a thorough psychiatric evaluation, I know now that your target audience has to be people who care nothing about having sufficient information with which to make important decisions. So, I will no longer defend you. I will probably join the people you obviously appreciate. 

There is no doubt to lay people that Trump has demonstrated the need for psychiatric evaluation so why would you, with your M.D., not recognize and point this out? The word quack has been thrown at you often and I really hate that this is one of the the things I rejected most vocally. Self-serving is one thing that I don’t recall hearing used against you but I will suggest it. Maybe your ratings were that bad? You needed to entertain the loose-hinged, unqualified, racist misogynist for attention? Whatever your reason, it reduced you to pathetic and not worth defending ever again.