Saturday, May 25, 2013
Sorry about the picture quality - that's what you get with a phone in a weirdly lit kitchen.
Anyway, that's my Green Smoothie (or juice - I'm still not quite sure of the difference - possibly a smoothie uses a blender and juice comes from a juicer.) The larger pitcher behind it is the rest of the batch - I got a little carried away adjusting the flavors.
The tiny glass in front is my Chia Shot. I'm not a fan of gelatinous drinks, so I may have to work with this one a bit.
In the back is my newly started batch of kombucha.
My meals lately seem to consist largely of chlorophyll, bacteria and fungi. And yeast...I forget what kingdom yeast belongs in. It's something like a eukaryote, isn't it? *waves away question*
The Green Smoothie actually isn't bad. I've learned that wheat grass just tastes...green. Parsley, however, which looks simply green, actually has a really strong flavor. A bag of spinach doesn't give very much juice. Neither does a bag of carrots. A knuckle-sized lump of ginger helps almost everything. I can see that a juice-alone diet would use a *huge* amount of vegetation weekly.
I have no clue as to how to track a green smoothie (or juice) nutritionally. I'm not much for tracking anyway, but I'd be interested to know. Perhaps I should consult my Green Smoothie Lover teammates.
And in other news, I got my new FitBit - the old one quit about three weeks after it's one year warranty expired, but the Customer Service people were extremely nice and gave me a free new One. So now I have no excuses about not knowing how far I walked or how hard I worked - FitBit and SP sync flawlessly.
So, soon I will be so healthy none of us will be able to stand me. You can blame this on my daughters - one just wants to fit into her cute clothes, and the other has been insufferable ever since she ran that marathon. *grumbles somewhat enviously* But they've been reading stuff and juicing things and pestering me to buy goji berries - I don't know what they are, but whatever it is, Wegman's is always out of them. And I have hemp hearts and cacao and Lord knows what other healthy oddities lying about waiting for me to consume them.
Oh well. I said I'd do it, and I am.
Friday, May 24, 2013
This is the latest installment in what is apparently a continuing saga of irritation and disappointment, stemming from dealings with people whom you'd think knew their jobs. This is even better than my usual complaints about Home Depot people who don't know a Phillips from a flat, and grocery store people who don't know where the mayo is. This is about the people who control the driving lives of all New Yorkers.
I'll skip the gory details of the back story and get right to the part where, in mid-March, I didn't have two nickels to rub together. One of the bills that didn't get paid that month was my car insurance. In New York, you MUST have car insurance at all times, or your outrageously expensive registration is revoked or suspended or some such nonsense.
Since I kept expecting to settle on the land sale momentarily (beginning on April 12th - we finally settled May 9th), I didn't really break out into the cold sweat that was apparently called for - I just carefully observed traffic laws and generally flew under the radar.
The minute I got the check from the land sale, I paid all my overdue stuff and got my car insurance reinstated. I assumed (oh, you can see the danger from here, can't you?) that the DMV would learn that my insurance had been reinstated by the same magical process through which they had learned it had been canceled, and my registration would be reinstated as well.
Oh, silly me.
I decided to do grown-up things on Wednesday, and one of those things was to telephone the DMV and be certain that all was forgiven. It wasn't. Not by a long shot. The woman on the phone told me that I not only had to pay a huge fine ($8/day for the first 30 days, $10/day for the second 30 days, and $12/day thereafter up to 90 days, upon which something unspecified but undoubtedly hideous occurs) but that I also had to turn in my plates and not drive the car for an amount of time equal to the length of time it was uninsured, which in my case would be until early August.
To say I was devastated would be an understatement. I repeated what the woman had said several times, because in my admittedly limited experience with various laws, you either pay the fine OR do the time, not both. In this situation, she assured me, I had to pony up the $720 *cough* AND be without a vehicle for 75 days. No way around it. Since my license was still perfectly fine, I could buy a new car (oh, sure), fix the pick-up and get it inspected and registered (right again) or drag the 1974 Opel out of the barn and do the whole re-title (it's in my late husband's name), inspect and register thing (once again, not happening.) I could walk to work (what the h...eck, it's only a 22 mile round trip)....or bicycle (22 miles of steep hills.) So I spent a goodly part of yesterday coming up with some pretty sketchy plans to title a vehicle in PA (where I technically still have an address), and after great hassles and nonsense, have something almost legal that I could drive until I got my license plates back.
I went back to bed at 9:30 in the morning and stayed there for 24 hours, emerging only for the occasional martini. I know you don't approve, but I couldn't cope. Not a bit of coping available there.
Then yesterday I rallied, got a decent breakfast and went to work. I asked at the place I work if by any chance we had a spare pick-up I could use for 75 days. My friend and supervisor Julie asked me why I needed it, and I told her the whole sordid tale. She said the same thing had happened to her two years ago and all she had to do was pay the fine and she didn't have to turn in her plates at all - that option was only if you couldn't or didn't want to pay the fine. WHAT??
I got home and called the DMV - got a different woman who assured me that, yes indeedy, that was true. Pay the fine and everything is copacetic. Keep the plates. Drive the car.
I told her what the woman had told me Wednesday morning and was told, "Oh, she must have been mistaken." MISTAKEN? EXCUSE ME? "Mistaken" is when you think your friend's birthday is the 23rd instead of the 22nd. "Mistaken" is when you think you recognize someone, but it's not that person. "Mistaken" is NOT when it's your job to tell people the traffic laws and YOU DON'T KNOW THEM. And this isn't some vague, teensy paragraph buried deep in NY state's convoluted legal system - this is a situation that has to come up almost daily. Mistaken. *rubs temples*
So all I have to do is drive to the DMV, which opens in two hours (I've been dressed and ready to go for twenty minutes now...I woke up at 4:00 a.m.) and pay the absurdly high fine, and then I'll be totally legal again.
Unless I find the woman with the soft voice, that one from Wednesday morning who was "mistaken." Then we may be dealing with assault.
Sunday, May 19, 2013
This is from the ReBoot with Joe website. I've made two of the hummus recipes, and they're not only good tasting, the color is fantastic. I've been making my own hummus for a long time, but the beet one is really special. Here's the link if you want to look at the photos or explore further:
Prep Time: 15 minutes
Cook Time: 15 minutes
Total Time: 30 minutes
Yield: 16 - 20
Serving Size: 2 Tbsp.
We love hummus! It’s packed with fiber, protein, calcium, magnesium and healthy fats. We pumped up our hummus even more with fresh veggies like carrots, beets, and asparagus – not only making it colorful but fun to eat! We created a Roasted Carrot, Beautiful Beet and Mellow Asparagus Hummus.
Here’s the recipe for the Mellow Asparagus Hummus. If you want to try to the beet and carrot hummus, just roast 2 beets* and/or a half bunch of carrots* in place of or in addition to the asparagus!
1 can organic chickpeas (we prefer Eden Organic brand, their cans are BPA-free!)
1-2 cloves garlic
2-3 Tbsp. tahini
1 lemon, juiced
2-3 Tbsp. olive oil
Sea salt, to taste
1/2 bunch asparagus, roasted
1 small shallot, roughly chopped
1.) Begin by preheating oven to 425F/218C.
2.) Line a baking sheet with foil, spray lightly with olive oil.
3.) Wash and trim the asparagus. In a large bowl toss asparagus and shallot with olive oil, season with salt and fresh pepper. Lay onto baking sheet.
4.) Roast asparagus until tender, about 10-12 minutes. Remove from oven and let cool.
*If you are roasting beets and/or carrots you will need to up the time to about 30 – 45 minutes.
5.) While the asparagus is roasting, make the hummus. Rinse and drain chickpeas. In a food processor, add the chickpeas, garlic, tahini, lemon juice, olive oil, process until smooth.
6.) Taste and adjust seasoning with sea salt to taste. Add more lemon juice/olive oil as need to reach your desired consistency.
7.) When the asparagus has cooled add it to the hummus and process until smooth. Taste and adjust seasonings if needed.
8.) Serve with lightly toasted whole grain pita.
Monday, May 13, 2013
I agree, in theory, that we should make our lives count, and that we shouldn't always be putting off until tomorrow, etc. I *do* believe there's no time like the present for tackling issues like health, weight, exercise, even drinking a glass of water. Moreover, we *should* be concentrating on making our world a better place for those who dwell thereon.
However, I'm getting a little...overwhelmed?...by all the sayings about making every single moment count towards our one precious life. Don't the people who say these things ever...I dunno...take a long shower? Take three whole minutes to decide between navel and regular oranges? Press the snooze button on the alarm? Read the funnies in the newspaper?
These things that make up the minutiae of daily life don't seem to be contributing much to saving the planet, personal evolution, helping others or doing anything a darned bit of good. They could all honestly be labeled a "waste of time." But seriously, am I the only one who sees these minutes as the real fiber of life?
Long baths, snooze buttons and newspaper funnies (insert your own favorite time "wasters" here) make us the individuals that we are, and it is those individuals who can make a difference in the world. I suspect even Mother Theresa occasionally pondered what to put on her oatmeal (and probably chose nothing, but that's beside the point I'm trying to make here.)
If I truly had to evaluate whether every moment of my life was contributing in some way to my own good, let alone the overall good of all mankind, I think I'd forever be frozen in place. And that inability to move in *any* direction, because of the constant self-evaluation, truly would be a waste of time.
East or west, north or south? Buy this or that item? But what about fair trade? What about my own finances? What about sustainability? Nothing grows here in the winter, so what happens to eating locally? Juice!...but the juicer is made in China. Hydrofracking may ruin the environment, but if it doesn't, the many unemployed might find good jobs, which would support local sustainability. Wait, shouldn't I be writing deathless prose instead of griping on Spark People?... But what about washing the dishes?
I guess my point here is that people are composed of many parts, and some of these parts delight in "wasting" time - indeed, it defines them. I'm not advocating that we all blow off our good deeds and our healthy habits, but a day spent drinking tea and watching Hoarders reruns isn't something we should feel guilty about. Yes, there probably are folks who endeavor to make every minute count, who leap from bed every morning and head out to slay the dragons of the unfortunate, but we mere mortals don't stand a chance of living up to the standards set by these paragons - and I'm not sure even paragons always meet their own standards.
So I'm finished feeling guilty.
I'm just sayin'.
Sunday, May 12, 2013
How could the years have gone by so quickly when some of the afternoons of toddlerhood were so incredibly long?
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