Written from my cozy kitchen while drinking coffee, this Valentine is for:
- You, the ones we make fun of with your hairnets, making and dishing out food to anybody who needs to be fed.
- You, who scrambled to get your kids somewhere, so that you could go to school and take care of my kids. I’m a grandma, but I’ve been there as a teacher and a parent.
- You, food workers who are probably making minimum wage, but you showed up at work. Maybe I went in and had a hot coffee before my shift. Maybe I went in and bought truffle oil for my snow day recipe.
- You, the ones, who care for the rest of us, and risk your own lives to get to work and do your job. How did you get to work? Who cleared the roads or rails for you? Did you leave your family alone during the storm while you slept at your hospital, firehouse or precinct? Maybe you spent the night up in the icy trees in a forklift, fixing wires.
Some of you probably “caught heat” from the complainers among us for not being “on the spot” with perfection. I am grateful that you were there.
Happy Valentine’s Day to You All!
Experts say, “Join the Mindful Eating Movement, and you will eat less and never be fat.”
I started with an egg salad sandwich. Before I bit in, I sat quietly, looking at my sandwich, and thinking about the eggs that made the egg salad.
Just how did those eggs come to be? I continued my serious meditation. Well, there had to be a boy chicken and a girl chicken, I think.
Then I started thinking about chickens mating. Hmm. I visualized the chickens in my mind.
I was so busy thinking about chickens going “all the way” that I absent-mindedly bit into the egg salad sandwich and continued eating it all up.
I don’t think this is how mindful eating is supposed to work. I will need to learn more.
Hello My New Friends,
As I get to know you, let me introduce my old friends. They’re imaginary. The first one is Grim Streaker and the second one is Overthinker. They sit in my head and make me crazy.
Grim says, “Elderly girl, start the darn blog! The clock is ticking.”
Overthinker says, “No, Rose, you’re not ready to start. Do another draft, and another, and another. You can’t write a blog! You’re not an expert on anything!”
Grim says, “That’s not true, Rose. You are indeed an expert …on Nothing. Just write about what you love. That’s all that counts.”
“Well, Grim,” I say, “I sure do love food. I love getting it and eating it!”
“Ta da!” Grim says.”Now start the darn blog!”
I say, “I’m writing about food, and then I’m hitting publish. Yikes! Up yours, Overthinker! Whoo-hoo Grim Streaker!”
Welcome everyone to Howdy Doody Foodie!
Rose, The Nothing Expert