While I’m on food reviews…
But not to get confused with liquid lunch… Caro Emerald electric swing “Liquid Lunch”
This is amazing.
This is gross.
I don’t often throw food out. I tossed this into the trash.
Both of these came from Grocery Outlet.
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A stop at the beer store
I stopped at the beer store on the way home from work. My days have been increasingly more difficult.
Sigh.
I’m trying really hard to do a great job at my “new” career path. But it’s hard to change fields sometimes. Sometimes people do things to help AND hurt your feelings at the same time.
Since I started writing grants 9 months ago, I have submitted 22 grants (okay, I think it’s 19 grants and 3 contracts) so I must be doing something right, right?
So to wash down this not-so-good day, I bought Rita’s Fruit Margaritas in the giant can, Yuengling and snacks— some chips and some candy.
The breadth of choices in the beer store made me happy.
I came home, made a quick fairly processed dinner and poured a drink as we unboxed the teen’s Universal Yum box from France. We were partaking in the delights when suddenly one of my candy’s was crunchy.
The teen’s was not.
I broke a crown off a molar.
Yup, today is not a good day.
The Road Trip Home
The witch travels from Washington DC home with Mercury in retrograde
I thought I was on top of everything. I hoped to leave DC around 9 so I could be home by 1.
But then M’s housemates made this lovely kale frittata for breakfast.
I love kale and I love breakfast!
So I enjoyed a slice. And then another.
Everyone followed me out to the car and wished me farewell… and then M noticed a nail in my tire.
M called AAA because I don’t have my membership card. While he did that, I called my AAA home office and asked them to email me a pdf of my membership information. They assured me that I was in the system, but a pdf still made me feel better.
M and I chatted about the international cleaning staples: Lava soap, Brillo pads and Borax powder.
The AAA man came expediently, plugged my tire and sent me on my way.
After 25 miles, while on I-95 about to merge onto 695 outside Baltimore, my tire pressure light came on. I did what I always do, I called my dad and started to freak out and cry.
He advised me to get off the highway and have someone check the tire.
So I got off 695 on the first exit and pulled into a CVS parking lot while I checked the tire visually, then tried to reset the light, and then gave up and used the AAA app to locate local gas stations.
Interesting tidbit, it didn’t tell me which were gas stations and which were actual service (repair) stations.
I ended up at a Sunoco, I believe A.C.E Automotive. I pulled up in front of what looked to be an air compressor hose. I stepped into the office and explained what had happened earlier and asked if anyone could check my tire pressure.
An older gentleman finished writing up someone’s car repair invoice and told me to move my car “by that silver car.”
The silver car was my car.
He checked all of my tires. The back tires were around 26 psi. The drivers side front tire was 31 psi and the freshly repaired tire was 20 psi. The person helping me filled them all and went to get a spray bottle to check the plug.
After it looked like the plug was good, he then told me to drive a mile or two and come back.
I still couldn’t get the light to reset.
So I drove a bit and came back and filled the car with gas. I asked the gentleman his name, and introduced myself. His name was Gary and he reminded me of my dad.
Meanwhile my dad is texting me. My dad encourages me to be cautious and not to hesitate to buy a new tire.
Gary checks all the tires and they are holding pressure. He knows I have 175 miles to go. He tells me to text my dad that I’m fine and I don’t need a new tire.
I try to pay Gary and he tells me I don’t owe him anything because “that’s how people should be.”I stop at the visitors center right over the Pennsylvania state line and finally am able to reset the tire pressure light. I thought about how much those lights scare me. “Back in the day,” we got in the car and took our chances. We didn’t have warning lights. Cars just broke down.
And now a light comes on and I’m calling my dad in tears terrified I’m going to have a horrible accident.
But at the visitors center, the light goes out. I buy coffee from the vending machine.
And I notice the rest stop has free wi-fi. How cutting edge of Pennsylvania.
I was considering stopping at a truck stop to buy a tire gauge, but I did not.
I also promised myself if I saw a Popeye’s I would get a chicken sandwich. I did not.
I got home at 3.
That was a long day.
For more on my weekend away:
Friday night & Valentines
This is going to be a crazy lil bit of everything post. I’ll try to divide into topics with subheadings; I want to be good to y’all.
Nala
I bought her some new toys. Anything paper, like the one above, is a hit. But she seems to be afraid of bigger toys of heavier materials.
This is a photo of everything I got her:
As for plucking, it gets worse and better day by day. I’ve noticed three main triggers:
- Change in routine
- Overstimulation
- Desire for attention
Misty and Fog
The kittens certainly get more tired out since we let them run through the house. They pull they towels off the racks in the bathroom. They scatter the wash in the laundry room. They steal Oz’s food and he’s too big and dumb to stop them.
Some of my past kitten posts:
Nails
Tomorrow I get my first fill on my nails. They still look pretty perfect and I can see my natural nails growing in!
For more on my nails:
Road trip tomorrow!!!!
I joined AAA last weekend specifically because I’m traveling to Washington DC alone this weekend.
My temporary cards haven’t come!
I’m super excited and mostly ready.
I told my work colleagues and they asked if I planned on touring any of the downtown DC sites. I said no, I plan on sitting on my friend’s couch drinking coffee most of the weekend.
The teenager is going out with her dad so I’m on my own tonight for Valentine’s.
21st Century Witchcraft: Magic in the Everyday
To understand my perspective and my background, see the earlier piece (part 1): 21st Century Witchcraft: Why I’m no longer “Christian”
My definition of witchcraft is neither the practices of spells nor the following of Wicca, though both of those may qualify as witches.
My definition of magic isn’t based on hocus pocus or ritual, though both of those may qualify.
In my view, and what I wish to discuss here, there are many practices in everyday life that, again in my view, equate to everyday magic.My views may run counter to your views. please remember, the universe has space for all of us.
Respect, first and foremost.
- Prayer. The basic concept of prayer has a person preparing a sincere conversation with God. Thinking that our words with influence a higher power or change the outcome of events certainly feels like magic to me.
- Aromatherapy, essential oils, herbal medicine. Witchcraft may be seen as finding the best use for items in the natural world and understanding how these items influence our mind, body, health and behavior.
- Good luck charms. Lucky penny? Only take a test with certain color pens? Not only is this about superstition but it’s also a case of using an object to focus and strengthen our own will.
- Candles. If you choice your candles or scented wax products based on color or smell, I consider that trying to change the atmosphere of your home with subtle magic.
- Traditional foods. Eat pork and sauerkraut on New Year’s Day? Certain desserts on certain occasions? Our food habits and what we chose to eat alters our frame of mind. Those mental states can certainly impact us. And in other cases, the ingredients and preparation procedures gives us singular focus.
- Pets. The animals we bring into our homes may bring an intense bond. Some may be so attuned to us, they may provide protection, strength and reassurance. In other cases, the animal may bring beauty or joy just in its presence.
Coming soon:
Witchcraft in the 21st Century (part 3): Books and personal space
21st Century Witchcraft: Why I’m no longer “Christian”
I proposed a topic of discussion with my daughter the other day, the manifestation of witchcraft in contemporary culture.
“Witchcraft” is all around us.
Now I’m not old enough to say anything about the 1960s, but it seems that’s when American spirituality tried to break from religion in the form of rote brainwashing.
Now, don’t read me wrong.
I merely mean that traditionally, religion begins in the family and people typically follow the same spiritual tenets their parents did.
That’s how the system works and how religion and patriarchy go hand-in-hand. But that’s not my point for today nor a conversation I’m willing to have with the internet-at-large. At least not today or anytime soon.
My mother drove me to a local United Methodist Church on Sundays. Even though religion was not a core of my home life, that experience of attending a church shaped my mind.
And for a long time I was strongly Christian.
Attending a liberal arts college (Moravian College), exposed me to other religions for the first time. Maybe I was ignorant and/or blind, but my small town, rural upbringing did not expose me to anything beyond Christian. This was pre-9/11 so concepts like Jewish and Muslim were foreign to me.
And then I had to take my three religion courses for my requirements. I took Old Testament, Religions of China and Japan and maybe something else I can’t recall right now.
Studying the Old Testament’s origins shook my faith in new ways. Yet, my experiences reassured me that the universe has an order and inherent creative power.
Around this time, one of my mother’s friends gave me a Ryder-Waite tarot deck and I really fell in love with Taoism.
So now, I’m a college student dabbling in other religions convinced I’m going to hell for divination.
Present day me might be going to hell for a lot of reasons. Tarot is merely one. But I don’t believe in hell. I can’t believe a god that loves us enough to sacrifice for us would condemn us to hell. I can’t believe a God that promotes forgiveness would condemn us.
I’m no longer “Christian.” My lack of faith in Christianity has nothing to do with Jesus Christ. I just believe that Christianity is a system of bribery and reward. Institutionalized Christianity focuses too much on a Biblically-mandated moral code that prescribes what we need to do to receive eternal life in Heaven.
I want to do what’s right because I’m a good person, not because of repercussion or reward.
That’s not to say I feel Christians, church or religion is bad.
A genuine faith community is a powerful source of support and good, for individuals, families and neighborhoods.
I have met and interacted with deeply beautiful Christians who improve the lives of others through their generosity and faith. I have worshipped with many faith groups that move me to tears.
I believe in my own spiritual concepts and my own higher power. Those are personal to me and they impact how I live my life.
In my next post:
21st Century Witchcraft: Magic in the everyday
Friday: “It’s so basic”
- Kittens/laundry
- Bird/plucking update
- Coffee smell better
- It’s so basic
That’s the list I typed for myself early this morning to remind me what the heck I wanted to write tonight.
But let’s go out of order from my original list. It’s Friday let’s go wild.
The smell improves
You may have heard that Nala, my four-year-old Goffin’s cockatoo who swindled me into bringing her home early last month, rather dramatically spilled my coffee into my rather cheap lime green bedroom rug.
I attacked the area with some lavender Johnson & Johnson’s baby soap. As of tonight, the smell of stale coffee has dissipated unless you are on the floor.
So, stay off my floor.
Kitten update
Day 2 of letting our two kittens roam the house. They are drawn to the laundry room and as kittens do, they tear all the laundry down. First they drug the sheets everywhere. Then the knocked down my blouses. Then they tackled all the towels.
Kittens.
I used to fold all the laundry nicely and pile it in the laundry room to put away during the weekend. I also left the dry laundry linger on the drying rack.
Guess everything needs to be put away right away. Leave it to those silly kittens to find the one lazy arena of my household routines.
But Opie is doing his best to babysit. Opie and the kittens are all exhausted by the end of the day.
Nala’s plucking
She’s got her wings pretty badly stripped.
I keep telling her she’ll never be able to fly if she keeps this up. The ladies at the pie shop suggested I get her a companion.
My teenager can vouch for me. This bird is spoiled and loved!
I came home for lunch today and spent time with her and put on Shrek the Musical for her.
“It’s so Basic.”
- My thought for the day:
I found myself scraping dried cat food off a spoon at 6 a.m., again, because the teenager more often than not forgets to rinse her dirty dishes.
And I ask myself all the time, “how?” She’s not an idiot, so why is it such a challenge to remember to rinse the dishes.
Husbands and wives are also prone to situations like this. One partner can’t quite fathom why the other doesn’t find something as common sense as the other.
Then I found myself thinking even more.
After all, I’m an extremely intelligent and self-aware person. But as a new(er) employee, in a brand new career path, I’m sure some people at my office look at me and wonder how I miss things that to them are completely basic.
It’s a profound reminder of how different our experiences and points of view are.
For example, my teenager learned to change a tire by watching her father change one of my flats. Once. She keeps saying she’ll teach me, because it’s really easy. It’s so basic.
I told her I’ll join AAA, it’s easier. And after six months of trying to stop by the AAA office, I finally thought to join online.
And it turns out that AAA remembers me from the membership I had before the teenager was born. It won’t let me join online because it’s a renewal and I can’t renew online because you need your membership card.
Seriously?
PS–
I also went grocery shopping today. Bought a ridiculous pile of stuff from Grocery Outlet.
Highlights include:
- Matcha protein drink
- Protein cold brew
- Pecan yogurt smoothie
- Fish pie
- Epic pork rinds
- Various noodles
- Parsnips
- Blood oranges
- Marinated feta
I started some chicken bone broth in the crockpot, so by Sunday night I’ll be able to make homemade chicken soup with carrots, parsnips, potatoes and alphabet noodles for dinner Monday night.
An average day
This will be a walk through my day today, a tad random, a tad sporadic.
This will include lots of silly animal posts.
But let’s start with my alarm at 6 a.m. I let myself sleep in because my rest has been irregular. I’ve had mild bouts of insomnia brought on by stress and hormones so it was hard to get out of bed.
A French Dream
I woke from a dream I don’t quite fully remember but I remember when the alarm sounded, I was dreaming that I had reached the end of some sort of tour, while on a trip, and was ordering alcoholic beverages for everyone in my party in French. I think I was the only person who spoke French. And I really was speaking French. I don’t usually speak French in dreams.
Perhaps this stems from my executive director eating a vegetable sandwich on a croissant at the networking event we attended last night.
Speaking of work, today started better and I feel a little less discombobulated about my job. I have an important report due Friday and three grants I need to have ready by Valentine’s Day.
Then the high school called.
An automated message informed me that my child was not in school. Text to teenager, who left at 7:15 with a heavy backpack. “You in school?”
No response.
(A sign that she is in school and not on her phone.)
“The school just called. They don’t think you’re there.”
She responds. “Sh*t. I must have forgotten to sign in.”
I tell her to fix that and to text me a photo from the school office holding today’s newspaper. She didn’t respond to my comment, though she did tell me she talked to the attendance office.
I had lunch with a friend who always lightens my spirit and has intelligent conversation. I’ve worked so many hours this week, I need to remember to make these connections.
And you always need those friends who give good hugs. A friend who bakes brownies is also good.
The afternoon went quickly and I decided my teenager and I would have a picnic. I took the leftover pizza from last night and a big old salad and we ate it on my bed with all the animals out, normally (to my chagrin) the kittens are locked in my teenager’s room.
Menagerie tales
So the kittens ran through the whole house, up and down the stairs, up and down the hall.
And, of course, Nala, the cockatoo, refused to eat salad in favor of pizza. Video of Nala eating pizza
Then I hung laundry and watched Opie, our 3-legged cat, play with the kittens.
Videos:
My sore arm and the gym
I opted not to go to the gym as I’m still not sure I’ve recovered my strength. That fall scared me. A lot.
(See Grit and getting published on The Mighty.)
I have noticed my right arm has that vaguely sore feeling like after you get an inoculation. I couldn’t figure out why. Then I remembered, I fell on that arm. And I also noticed a bruise on my elbow. And a new bruise and scratch on my leg.
Finally
After teenager and I gathered the trash, I hopped in the shower. I found the teen “trapped” on my bed with an Oz on her back.
And now I’m drinking a double stiff mug of Traditional Medicinals Nighty Nite Valerian tea.
The Pizza Weight Loss Plan
If you’re reading this after seeing the title and thinking I am proposing pizza as a fad diet, step away. I am joking. This is a light hearted, humorous piece about how Dominoes and Little Caesars have become my stress foods.
I can cook. I can cook well. But stress eating is a hobby of mine.
My daughter introduced me to Little Caesars as they have one pretty much across the street from her high school (and a block away from the other high school).
The pizza there is mediocre, the deep dish is pretty darn good, Crazy Bread is delicious and Im addicted to their cheesy jalapeño dip.
Now I can blame my current job for Dominoes. If our CEO orders pizza, it’s Dominoes because it’s close to the office and cheap.
When my teenager had ear tubes installed in November, she wanted pizza and I thought of Dominoes. She’d never had it before. And she found the pizza tracker extremely entertaining.
But now between the Parmesan bread bites and the seasoned crust, I’m a junky. I’ve been ordering Dominoes about once a week and Little Caesar’s about once a month.
Irony is, I’ve lost almost 3 pounds. But that’s stress. Not pizza.
A new Target run?
8 a.m. Originally my friend Nancy and I planned to go to the Grocery Outlet. Nancy is blind and likes to shop with me because of my love of food, how frugal I am and my eye for weird stuff.
I start looking at my list, and at my emails, and I realize for much of my list I can shop at Target. I worked at Target up until the middle of last year so I know Super Bowl weekend is a big grocery sale weekend. The things you learn working almost 9 years at the Bullseye.
It also looks like with the switch from Simply Balanced to Good and Gather, corporate strategy has moved into trendier products. Like vegan, Gluten free and other high-end groceries.
Our local Target is very middle of the road. I wonder how many of these products won’t be available because we aren’t a community high enough on the socio-economic scale.
10 a.m. Picking up Nancy. It’s always better to get in and out of Target before noon on weekends.
10:10 a.m. Arrive at Target and start to see old work friends. Wendy, my trainer from cash office, and Courtney, who used to supervise me in the front end, both meet Nan. And Nan almost shakes hands with a box instead of Courtney.
In their defense, Courtney was holding a box and a Frappuccino so she was too slow maneuvering.
We treated ourselves to a drink at Starbucks, made by my soon to be ex-husband’s niece, who is a dental hygienist on weekdays.
10:30 a.m. Shopping begins. I was hoping for some clearance hosiery, no luck. There were some beautiful clearance boots (and I am rapidly running out of shoes) but nothing under a size 11.
Run into several former colleagues who want to say hi and help Nan look for a can opener. There are five to choose from but we still can’t find the right one.
Run into a colleague from my current job.
Ran into the widower of one of my Target colleague whom I worked with very closely in food service. She died of cancer two years ago.
Discover my favorite deodorant is up to $8 and they changed the formula so my rose and vanilla is now rose and black pepper.
11 a.m. We finally hit the “Market” section, which is what Target calls grocery. There’s a lot of hit or miss. Avocados are an amazing value at 79 cents each, but the avocados themselves are lackluster. Most of the produce seems beyond it’s prime.
That’s a big problem with groceries at Target. Fresh produce isn’t culled regularly and the non perishables are often way out of date. I’ve found items on the shelves that the use by date is more than a year out of date. So you really have to check everything.
I know for a fact that the employees try, but the more Target increases wages, the more each employee needs to do. Retail survives by keeping employees at part-time hours so they don’t have to offer benefits and then they schedule at ridiculously low levels so it’s a challenge to keep the store properly manned. This isn’t just a Target problem. It’s the whole corporate/consumerism system.
People want cheap stuff with no concern for quality, its longevity, how it was produced, impact on the environment or the community, or whether or not they need it.
But that’s another tangent entirely.
I didn’t find many new products nor did I find some of the sale items I had wanted.
Noon Nan and I head to the front end.
I bought $100 in groceries and earned a $10 gift card, but I also didn’t appropriately load the $20 in gift cards I already had.
Highlights of my purchases:
- The $7 giant tub of peanut butter pretzels. It was on sale and it’s the perfect pre-workout snack. Listen to me, I’m under some delusion that I will be going to the gym.
- Doritos. The ultimate stress food. I shouldn’t even buy them but $2 a bag.
- An $8 pork loin for $3. Expiring. But I can toss it in the crockpot for dinner tomorrow.
- Turkey Perky jerky. On Target Circle for 30 percent off. Going in my desk drawer at work for those days where workload means lunch doesn’t happen until 2 or 3.
- Waterloo sparkling water. $3 for eight cans. I got it as a treat. I wanted to try the watermelon flavor.
- A giant bottle of white vinegar for $2.29. I use it instead of fabric softener. Cheaper, less chemical-y and less slimy that traditional fabric softener.
- I got some canned carrots and peas. I don’t normally do canned veggies but if I want to make a shepherd or cottage pie, they will be perfect.
- Cafe Mosaica and Traditional Medicinals Nighty Nite Valerian. My favorite coffee and my favorite pre-bedtime tea. Both on sale.
- Smoked Paprika. $3.39 for the tiny spice bottle. Another splurge. But it’s amazing. It’s Gaz Oakley’s favorite spice and he has me hooked. If you haven’t looked up Avant Garde Vegan on YouTube, do it. His recipes are usually easy and delicious. Regardless of your dietary preferences.
- Another splurge (which I ate for lunch): Birds Eye shaved Brussel sprouts. $3.19 a bag which is supposed to be two servings. But I sprinkled some imitation bacon bits on top and ate them for lunch with a side of Doritos.
- Caulipower Pizza was on Target Circle for 20% off. They are normally $7 but with the discount and the sale price it was $5. Nan has wanted to try them so I will make it for her when she comes over for dinner Monday. I love them, but I’m not paying $7.
- And ice cream. I promised the teenager malted milk shakes this weekend so I bought a pint of vanilla bean ice cream for $1.79. They have some very odd flavors in the full size containers, including my old favorite Unicorn and the new Mermaid. But I had to buy Rainbow because it has strawberry rhubarb swirl. And there is a Breakfast Cereal variety with, no lie, cinnamon toast flavored ice cream.
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