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I can’t help myself. I love to take pictures of my food. I love to write about my food. Perhaps I missed my calling. Perhaps I should be a food critic!
Today was all about what to do with the organic avocado that looked SOOOO tasty at the market this morning. I had to have it! I bought an organic potato to go with it. My rationale? An avocado MUST be healthier than butter and sour creme, right? Then I knew I’d need a little more umph with my lunch, so I grabbed a can of Amy’s Organic Medium Chili.
(Note, I don’t always do organic, but I was at the healthy food market and that’s all they had!)
I cooked the potato in a handmade potato bag in the microwave. Yes, you can make these, and they steam up a potato really well! Mine has been used and abused, and is not very pretty, so no photo.
Next I mashed up the avocado with my potato. Mmmm. Then I topped it with half a can of chili and heated it up a bit more. That was my lunch. That and my water with lemon and I was a happy girl. (By the way, the avocado was WAY better than butter and sour creme!)
For my birthday, one of my besties gave me a neat gizmo that holds my water. The lid has two parts – one side is a juicer, and the other a sealing lid! I grabbed a jug of alkaline water and an organic lemon, and had me some yummy water! I need to up my water intake, so this will help a lot.
So there you have it. One simple, tasty, delightful lunch. Bon appetite!
I used to love Halloween. I loved sitting outside and handing out candy to the sweet kids. Then it all changed. One year, the kids became greedy. They complained if they didn’t like what I had. Older kids started joining in, sometimes pushing the little ones out of the way for the good candy. The year I had adults coming to the door, I stopped participating.
That was probably ten years ago. The upside? I save a TON of cash not buying candy. I know of some who spend upward of $500+ on candy. REALLY?? Who does that?
Now I am the ogre who either stays away from home until 9pm or sneaks in and leaves the lights off. How will you spend Halloween?
Once upon a time I grew up in a rural community in Northern California. Very rural.
The year was 1977. Halloween was a big deal that year. I don’t remember what our costumes were, but I remember the car and the pumpkin.
We had an orange Malibu. Orange? Yes. The color-blind paternal unit painted it orange. Not pretty, but he loved it. (If my recollection is correct, he thought it was lemon yellow.)
That was the year he came upon a really huge pumpkin. We’re talking close to three feet tall. Huge. HUGE!! I remember him pondering that pumpkin, and a plan developed.
The plan was simple. Carve a terrifying face. Rig a lightbulb inside that was wired so that the cigarette lighter would turn it off and on. Affix it to the top of the car. Drive around on Halloween night, scaring the trick-or-treaters.
We watched him prepare for about a week. On Halloween night, we waited until dark and then headed into town. We crept along the neighborhood streets, and turn on the pumpkin when we approached a group of kids. The maternal unit stuck a cassette recorder out the window and played a recording of the haunted house record. There was jumping, screaming, and laughing all night. The town kids got a kick out of it.
It is quite possible that the parents had more fun that year than us kids.
Now and then, this time of year, that memory wanders in and I wonder…how would that plan play out nowadays?
I wonder how technology would make a difference. I’m guessing there wouldn’t need to be wires going to the cigarette lighter, nor a cassette recorder held out the window. Let’s face it, cassettes don’t even exist any more. It all would be quite different.
Every Halloween as children, my brother and I would don the year’s awesome, homemade costumes, climb into the back of the car with our paper grocery bags, and be driven into town to trick or treat. The parents never let us out of their site. We never went with friends. We could meet friends out and about, but we always returned to the car to head to the next stop.
At the end of he night, we would return home and give our bags to the mother. She would go through every item in the bag. Anything homemade or with a questionable wrapper was thrown away. We would protest, especially about the homemade popcorn balls and candy apples from the sweet, little old lady in town. She would tell us that they probably had needles or razor blades in them, and no one could be trusted. Only packaging that had not been tampered with was safe. Apparently these things happened in the cities in the 70’s, and we could not be too careful.
The candy examination would end with two bags and a bowl. One bag for me, one for my brother, and a bowl for the parents. Yes, she made her own bowl. She would remove from our bags all Butterfingers, Almond Joys, Snickers, malt balls, candy corn, and anything else that looked good to her at the time. Those things were placed in the bowl, and we were informed that was our payment to them for taking us “all the way into town on a school night to tricker or treat.” Heaven help us if we ever ate anything out of that bowl. She knew. She always knew.
Candy Corn was the one item that we would fight for. I would dig deep in the bowl when she wasn’t looking and take some back. She would find it in my bag again and take it back out. Who denies their child the joy of candy corn? Seriously. I could live without the rest. The candy corn? That pissed me off. (It still does.)
I was 13 the last time I went trick or treating. I don’t remember the costume, but I remember sitting in the back of the car squirreling candy corn away in my training bra so I could hide it in my room. That year, I had candy corn.
I love candy corn. Probably because I was denied it in my formative years. I can eat an entire bag in one sitting. I feel sick after, but I can’t help myself.