Tuesday, September 20, 2011
As far back as I can remember ....
Sounds like I belong in Goodfellas.
As far back as I can remember breakfast has been my favorite meal. What a fabulous way to start the day. I can't remember a time when I preferred to skip breakfast. My kids hate breakfast. She(WMBO) often breezes through without a decent breakfast.
Me? If I have to get up a little early to get breakfast, then by George, I will do that.
As a kid it was cereal and milk before school. And shovels full of sugar. We never had sweetened cereals, but did we ever make up for it. There would be a milk and sugar syrup in the bottom of the bowl and I did NOT let that go to waste.
Sunday Dad would cook breakfast. Ocassionally that meant he would go to the bakery and get donuts, but usually he would make bacon and eggs. I really must set the stage for this scene. There were 13 of us, plus Mom and Dad. In the days when I was groing up you were expected to abstain from food for three hours before Mass (it's now one hour and if you can't do that you probably have some medical condition). So we all got up and were herded about until we were all dressed. And not jeans and t-shirts. Pants, leather shoes, tie, and jacket. The girls wroe dresses and leather shoes. We were put into two, maybe three cars, driven to church where we took up two pews. Then Mom and Dad would socialized for probably 30 minutes after Mass. And we were hungry!!! And CRANKY!!!
Dad would fry up about two pounds of bacon and we were only allowed two pieces each. He would scramble up a couple of dozen eggs. Somtimes he would throw in some peppers and onions and make a Western scramble. I recall a few times he poured the eggs out onto a griddle, spread fruit on the setting eggs and rolled it up. We each got a couple of slices of that!
Sunday breakfast was the best!
Once I got into the Air Force, I never skipped breakfast. When I was working second shift, breakfast came before bed at midnight at the In-Flight Kitchen. That was where they served the flight crews and they had breakfast 24/7 and the best danged omelets in the whole danged Air Force (see No Time For Sargeants).
Once I ran my own kitchen my breakfasts became often quick meals and I was thrilled when McDonalds and Burger King started serving breakfast. On of my favorites from my own kitchen was A tall glass of milk, tall glass of OJ, two slices of toasted slathered with peanut butter and strawberr preserves. No It was not good for me, but Oh my it was good.
Now my breakfasts are more restrained and more varied. Egg whites in a variety of ways. Different meats or meat substitutes: an ounce of last night's leftover steak, some salmon, turkey, ham, Canadian bacon, turkey bacon. Pork bacon is here, but the days of me frying up six slices and saving the grease for later are over for me. I don't even eat pork bacon any more. There's Oatmeal. There's different rice dishes, barley, couscous made with milk. And one you probably have never tried -- popcorn and milk. Delicious.
And always I have fruit ... not fruit juice, but whole fruit.
One thing though. When I was in Ireland, I had a full Irish Breakfast twice in 10 days. Most other days I had porridge (steel-cut oatmeal) or a "half-Irish" breakfast.
I have so much fun with breakfast.
It's just too good to skip.
Monday, September 19, 2011
My sister, the one I always considered the most organized, posted this on Facebook.
Let me tell you how organized she is. In January, she buys birthday and anniversary cards for all the Sibs (there are 12 of us living), all the Grands and Great Grands, all our cousins. She puts them into tickler file and sends them out on time.
And she posted this:
You probably cannot see it so try this link:
I especially like the step:
Are You Hungry? Yes: Find Food. No: Find Food.
Actually for people like me and my youngest son, procrastination is a real, true, lifelong issue.
Sunday, September 18, 2011
Yesterday I posted this on my Facebook:
"I ran the JimmyK 5k today in 24:40. But you know what? That is so far below my regular time, I had to wonder. So I used google map to measure the course. Only 2.88 miles. If it HAD been a 5k it would have been 26:33. Which would be more like my kind of time on a fast race."
My cousin Kathy, always one to keep me honest posted:
"Can you say obsessive? Seriously, take the time they give you!"
OK, look, a wrong time on a short run spoils my PR when I run a good race.
Then my daughter, Dr Dani comments:
"Daddy, can I just tell you.... Im so proud of you! I love you and miss you and moms all the time :-)"
OK. That's it. I am getting all verklempt.
Give me a moment.
You can talk amongst yourselves ....
OK! I'm better now.
Comments like that make everything I do worth it!
Friday, September 16, 2011
Four years ago this week, 19 September 2007, She(WMBO) and her sister were touring England and Ireland. She also stopped in Marsailles because she had a business associate there whose operation she wanted to see.
The real highlight of the trip was that our son Dave would be coming over to begin a year of study at the London School of Economics. JFK and Mick Jagger both went there. The evening of 18 September was Dave's last night at home. I was cool with that.
I was at that time about 250 pounds. My BP was controlled but still border line. I remember we were having short ribs (beef with lots of fat) for dinner and they were good. As the meal ennded I felt a twinge, like someone was cinching a lasso around the bottom of my ribcage.
I qiuetly went into the other room and checke my BP. It was high. 160/85 or so. Heart rate was above 80.
I did nothing. I said nothing.
The next day, Dave was to go out of BWI at 4:00. I was excited for him, but not particularly anxious.
When I got up I took my blood pressure: 205/105.
I took it three more times and got the average. 200/100.
It was 6:30. I called the doctor anyway, left a message with his service. He called me right back. "Look, I don't know what's happening, but I promise I will check myself into St Joseph as soon as Dave's plane leaves." I wasn't quizzed me as if from a check list. Any pain now? No. Are you anxious? Only about why my blood pressure is so high. Can you see? Yes. etc.
He had me take another BP pill, check my BP in 30 minutes and Call back. After 30 minutes, my BP was down to 135/80. Still kind of high, but not in Stroke city any more.
I got through that day just fine and I continued with a now double dose of my blood pressure medication.
Do you think I listened to that shot across my bow?
Are you kidding? I was good now.
It took me getting sick with chronic diarrhea for over 6 weeks for my condition to get my wife's attention. I wasn't interested.
It was April before she booted me in the butt and sent me to Weight Watchers.
So now that I have my weight in line, no more BP meds, runninglike a nut, why am I still here?
Because I don't EVER want to go back there.
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