"YES!" exclaims the cute young university student when she sees the Shamrock shake she has ordered from McDonald's for St. Patrick's Day.
"Thank you so very much" says the elderly woman whose friend has gifted them with a grocery order from WalMart.
"I think my cold will get better faster now I have the Nyquill" says the younger man standing waiting for delivery from CVS.
"The restaurant tells me you need a substitute as they are all out of the garlic mashed potatoes. Would you like a substitute?" I text to the disappointed man awaiting those very items. "No, It will be okay" he texts back.
"Cancel our order! You took too long to bring the food" insists some who refuse delivery at the door. So, the "Delivered to the customer" spot on the app is touched and a free meal is available for the delivery person.
Many hungry people are out there who are willing to pay to have the prepared food brought to them.
Apartment complexes are complex with the multiple buildings and the building numbers hidden on sides obstructed by the trees grown tall since the complex was designed and developed. Those who live in them usually will come to the parking lot to collect their food and as I hand it out the window they speak their thanks for my services.
Food delivery people learn an entire new vocabulary based upon the country of origin of the restaurant. Nan is a bread in India, Ga is chicken in Vietnamese, Tandoori is an oven method of cooking chicken popular from India. Of course we already had the offerings from Italy, Mexico and even from the Irish.
Some deliver alcohol. 7-Eleven clerks are a little scared to hand over the prepackaged beer, and some establishments require an elderly food delivery person to provide ID even while wearing the years of life on their face.
The various architecture available to view are a plethora of styles. Sometimes food is taken to gated communities equipped with guards who call ahead to ask if the delivery is truly desired. Sometimes food is delivered when the gate combination is handed over and sometimes another driver will open the gate from their vehicle which is directly behind.
BUT...it is truly the expressions of gratitude that make it worthwhile to deliver food to the many hungry people. Sure there's a bit of income stream, but it is the satisfaction of the customer.
Thursday, March 21, 2019
Wednesday, August 29, 2018
Wow! I tried out a new recipe for lamb. Never combined the spices and herbs the recipe called for previously. Coriander, Cumin, Cinnamon, salt and even sesame seeds. Sure was good. Lamb is such a tender meat and can be cut with a fork if boneless and this was.
Anyway, the recipe came from the FoodNetwork.com and I altered it to fit my household size. I served it with French Cut green beans and not the yogurt sauce called for, but to tell the truth, I'm not at all sure it would have been anything I'd have paired with the lamb.
So here's the recipe. Roasted in the oven, not on the grill as indicated in the recipe. One disclaimer...I cook for 2 only as there are only 2 at my home.
I used only about 1.25 pounds of boneless lamb shoulder chops.
Preheat oven to 350°
Ingredients
1 1/2 pound boneless lamb shoulder chops
1/2 teaspoon ground coriander seeds
1/2 teaspoon ground cumin seeds
1 teaspoon sesame seeds
1/2 teaspoon salt
1/2 teaspoon cinnamon
3 cloves, garlic, crushed
Avocado oil, as needed
Directions
Crush the garlic and drizzle a small amount of avocado oil over garlic and set aside until all herbs and spices are mixed
Place lamb onto small, shallow pan for roasting. Spread garlic & oil mix onto lamb and allow to sit for about 5 minutes. Sprinkle on the mixed herbs and spices, using a spoon to mash these into the the lamb. Top with sesame seeds.
Place into oven and roast for about 10 minutes per side. Serve with green beans.
Lamb is very tender, infant you should be able to cut the meat with your fork.
Anyway, the recipe came from the FoodNetwork.com and I altered it to fit my household size. I served it with French Cut green beans and not the yogurt sauce called for, but to tell the truth, I'm not at all sure it would have been anything I'd have paired with the lamb.
So here's the recipe. Roasted in the oven, not on the grill as indicated in the recipe. One disclaimer...I cook for 2 only as there are only 2 at my home.
I used only about 1.25 pounds of boneless lamb shoulder chops.
Preheat oven to 350°
Ingredients
1 1/2 pound boneless lamb shoulder chops
1/2 teaspoon ground coriander seeds
1/2 teaspoon ground cumin seeds
1 teaspoon sesame seeds
1/2 teaspoon salt
1/2 teaspoon cinnamon
3 cloves, garlic, crushed
Avocado oil, as needed
Directions
Crush the garlic and drizzle a small amount of avocado oil over garlic and set aside until all herbs and spices are mixed
Place lamb onto small, shallow pan for roasting. Spread garlic & oil mix onto lamb and allow to sit for about 5 minutes. Sprinkle on the mixed herbs and spices, using a spoon to mash these into the the lamb. Top with sesame seeds.
Place into oven and roast for about 10 minutes per side. Serve with green beans.
Lamb is very tender, infant you should be able to cut the meat with your fork.
Friday, May 19, 2017
Doctors are tradespeople
A couple of years ago I finally realized that the medical profession actually has equivalents in industry and trade. Would you ever expect anyone to make those equivalent connections unless they have undergone some types of procedures?
There are electricians, plumbers, and carpenters as well as artists in the medical profession. You know them as heart surgeons, electrophysiologists, psychiatrists, orthopedists and plastic surgeons. Heart surgeons unclog arteries much like plumbers by using devices they thread through the plumbing called arteries and veins. When the original set of veins and arteries in your heart are clogged they, like your plumber who climbs under your kitchen sink to unclog a drain or perhaps to replace a leaky pipe, replace the pipes by graphting replacements onto the existing structure called the heart.
Sometimes the electrophysiologists will send in a probe to zap a bad electrical signal that is causing static in your heart's electrical system forcing your heart to beat erratically much like when an electronics technician will zap a bad spot on a circuit board in an electronic devise.
The orthopedists often act in your body in the same manner as does a furniture crafting carpenter. These doctors splint bones to help the body repair after a bad break much as a furniture carpenter will make repair to a leg of a chair or table, often crafting some type of splint that can be hidden so there is extended use of the piece of furniture. The orthopedists will also smooth out bone spurs using sanding methods as does a furniture carpenter when trying to smooth out a piece of wood to provide elegant furniture in a home or office.
Doctors also are designers and artists. They rival the best of the interior decorators and architects who design homes and other structures. Plastic surgeons cause beauty to come out of what may be seen as a raw or damaged canvass oftentimes reconstructing what has damaged a person due to accident or fires.
The real difference between doctors and those craftsmen/women in industry is their subject matter is as well as, the canvass, or part of the human's "house"(body). This particular "house"is a living, breathing being that leaves very little room for error. One slip of the heart surgeons knife and the wrong organ part is cut and the patient can bleed to death in front of the surgeon. An electrophysiologist has to know the exact location that has a short and must know the amount of power to use to burn out the bad and to leave the good. An orthopedist must perform inside a flexible structure that needs to retain flexibility when fully recovered. When the plastic surgeon is done and the patient has healed the results are the biggest ad for the efforts.
There are electricians, plumbers, and carpenters as well as artists in the medical profession. You know them as heart surgeons, electrophysiologists, psychiatrists, orthopedists and plastic surgeons. Heart surgeons unclog arteries much like plumbers by using devices they thread through the plumbing called arteries and veins. When the original set of veins and arteries in your heart are clogged they, like your plumber who climbs under your kitchen sink to unclog a drain or perhaps to replace a leaky pipe, replace the pipes by graphting replacements onto the existing structure called the heart.
Sometimes the electrophysiologists will send in a probe to zap a bad electrical signal that is causing static in your heart's electrical system forcing your heart to beat erratically much like when an electronics technician will zap a bad spot on a circuit board in an electronic devise.
The orthopedists often act in your body in the same manner as does a furniture crafting carpenter. These doctors splint bones to help the body repair after a bad break much as a furniture carpenter will make repair to a leg of a chair or table, often crafting some type of splint that can be hidden so there is extended use of the piece of furniture. The orthopedists will also smooth out bone spurs using sanding methods as does a furniture carpenter when trying to smooth out a piece of wood to provide elegant furniture in a home or office.
Doctors also are designers and artists. They rival the best of the interior decorators and architects who design homes and other structures. Plastic surgeons cause beauty to come out of what may be seen as a raw or damaged canvass oftentimes reconstructing what has damaged a person due to accident or fires.
The real difference between doctors and those craftsmen/women in industry is their subject matter is as well as, the canvass, or part of the human's "house"(body). This particular "house"is a living, breathing being that leaves very little room for error. One slip of the heart surgeons knife and the wrong organ part is cut and the patient can bleed to death in front of the surgeon. An electrophysiologist has to know the exact location that has a short and must know the amount of power to use to burn out the bad and to leave the good. An orthopedist must perform inside a flexible structure that needs to retain flexibility when fully recovered. When the plastic surgeon is done and the patient has healed the results are the biggest ad for the efforts.
Sunday, May 14, 2017
Business cards
I've lived my life collecting business cards. I hold them and put them with all the others I collect over our lives and one day...I went through them.
I want to clean my home and one of the things I've so far done is make a phone call to send a 27" CRT tv on its way onward. That said I put two pieces of left over butcher block onto a old fashioned typewriter table to wheel it over to move the TV onto it so the 70 pound behemoth could be eventually taken away. Making sure the pick up people will arrive when I am home and can greet them as the TV was so very heavy I could not safely onto the surface of the front stoop, It will be at least ten days in the future.
Next I looked at the small box of those business cards I had collected over many years. I picked out the expired drivers licenses and two photos of my kids, back when my son wore handdown western shirts and a straw cowboy hat, and when my daughter wore a huge smile for the camera.
All those cards had stories that belonged exclusively attached to them. There was the card our neighbor who befriended my son had given me so I knew his name. My son immediately called out the man's whole name confirming he recalled Lincoln and his friendship. The surprising thing is that my son had a closed head injury after meeting this man and working along side him to lay turf. Another card was from a now closed Italian restaurant we had visited in San Francisco after meeting one of the employees who was volunteering while my son was hospitalized.
There was the card from the Special Ed coordinator from a previous area where we lived, the card from the screen repair person, the card form a costume maker, from a childrens' entertainer, a structural engineer who gave an evaluation of the foundation of the condo we live in. Various doctor's cards with appointment dates, minus the year, hand written on them were also there, several dentists including two from UCSF School of Prosthodontics, purchased cards from a local library with unpunched spots for buying prints from computer use.
There were even cards from real estate agents and bank employees who tried to help in my financial life.
Overall these cards are insights into my life history after my divorce, but before I left San Diego, California.
I want to clean my home and one of the things I've so far done is make a phone call to send a 27" CRT tv on its way onward. That said I put two pieces of left over butcher block onto a old fashioned typewriter table to wheel it over to move the TV onto it so the 70 pound behemoth could be eventually taken away. Making sure the pick up people will arrive when I am home and can greet them as the TV was so very heavy I could not safely onto the surface of the front stoop, It will be at least ten days in the future.
Next I looked at the small box of those business cards I had collected over many years. I picked out the expired drivers licenses and two photos of my kids, back when my son wore handdown western shirts and a straw cowboy hat, and when my daughter wore a huge smile for the camera.
All those cards had stories that belonged exclusively attached to them. There was the card our neighbor who befriended my son had given me so I knew his name. My son immediately called out the man's whole name confirming he recalled Lincoln and his friendship. The surprising thing is that my son had a closed head injury after meeting this man and working along side him to lay turf. Another card was from a now closed Italian restaurant we had visited in San Francisco after meeting one of the employees who was volunteering while my son was hospitalized.
There was the card from the Special Ed coordinator from a previous area where we lived, the card from the screen repair person, the card form a costume maker, from a childrens' entertainer, a structural engineer who gave an evaluation of the foundation of the condo we live in. Various doctor's cards with appointment dates, minus the year, hand written on them were also there, several dentists including two from UCSF School of Prosthodontics, purchased cards from a local library with unpunched spots for buying prints from computer use.
There were even cards from real estate agents and bank employees who tried to help in my financial life.
Overall these cards are insights into my life history after my divorce, but before I left San Diego, California.
Tuesday, February 28, 2017
"We don't know how it works"
Takes four months between calling for an appointment and the actual appointment with the headache specialist who is really a Neurologist in disguise. Once you appear at the registration desk fifteen minutes ahead of the scheduled appointment you are told to sit on the left side of the waiting room that serves offices and exam rooms for various clinics from internal medicine to this headache specialist.
Your wait time sitting there is twenty minutes. They call your name and are told to enter the first exam room on the left. After your blood pressure is taken and it is elevated about 40 points higher systemically than in the early hours of the day, your pulse is rechecked to ensure the machine is correct and the nurse/medical assistant then tells you that you are next, the doctor is just wrapping up with her last patient.
Now you begin timing the passing time and find that an hour has gone by while you slightly doze, get up and retrieve a magazine featuring expensive homes (priced between $1.2 million and $12 million) that are definitely beautiful dream homes. The furnishings are equally fabulous as are the architectural details featured in the columns and the windows.
Finally the doctor comes into the room and greets you. You let her know you were only there to ask some questions pertaining to the mechanics of how the medicine prescribed for heart health actually prevents migraines. You see her expression change into one of astonishment and hear her tell you that it is unknown to scientists and the medical community how these tiny little pills are instrumental in helping control the migraines that have plagued you for about 53 years. Her exact words were "We don't know how it works."
This medication is the closest I have experienced to true magic. I came away with more confidence in my cardiologist's experience in what is known these days as "Integrative Medicine", or treating the whole person.
The strange part is that after my quadruple bypass surgery the doctors prescribed certain Beta Blockers that were shown to help hearts to function best once a person has been diagnosed with CFH or congestive heart failure.
I had been severely impacted by migraines with auras that caused me to have visual impairments so bad that at one time my vision had gone completely black for a short period of time. Cheeky things, they began to show up at first as severe pains in the back of my head back when I was a teen. By age 43 or 44 I began to have the visual disturbances. One medical visit introduced me to an ophthalmologist who called the visual disturbances "Ocular Migraines".
The strangest part of this entire experience, aside from all the tubes coming out and things sewn to my skin that had probes inserted into my heart for pressure observation of both the upper and lower chambers, was the absence of the migraines. When I went for a follow up visit with the cardiologist I asked him which of those medicines I was taking could account for this he said "I don't know."
These candid replies of "I don't know" and "We don't know how it works" make me really see these professional healers as shamans and magicians, but also fallible human beings.
Your wait time sitting there is twenty minutes. They call your name and are told to enter the first exam room on the left. After your blood pressure is taken and it is elevated about 40 points higher systemically than in the early hours of the day, your pulse is rechecked to ensure the machine is correct and the nurse/medical assistant then tells you that you are next, the doctor is just wrapping up with her last patient.
Now you begin timing the passing time and find that an hour has gone by while you slightly doze, get up and retrieve a magazine featuring expensive homes (priced between $1.2 million and $12 million) that are definitely beautiful dream homes. The furnishings are equally fabulous as are the architectural details featured in the columns and the windows.
Finally the doctor comes into the room and greets you. You let her know you were only there to ask some questions pertaining to the mechanics of how the medicine prescribed for heart health actually prevents migraines. You see her expression change into one of astonishment and hear her tell you that it is unknown to scientists and the medical community how these tiny little pills are instrumental in helping control the migraines that have plagued you for about 53 years. Her exact words were "We don't know how it works."
This medication is the closest I have experienced to true magic. I came away with more confidence in my cardiologist's experience in what is known these days as "Integrative Medicine", or treating the whole person.
The strange part is that after my quadruple bypass surgery the doctors prescribed certain Beta Blockers that were shown to help hearts to function best once a person has been diagnosed with CFH or congestive heart failure.
I had been severely impacted by migraines with auras that caused me to have visual impairments so bad that at one time my vision had gone completely black for a short period of time. Cheeky things, they began to show up at first as severe pains in the back of my head back when I was a teen. By age 43 or 44 I began to have the visual disturbances. One medical visit introduced me to an ophthalmologist who called the visual disturbances "Ocular Migraines".
The strangest part of this entire experience, aside from all the tubes coming out and things sewn to my skin that had probes inserted into my heart for pressure observation of both the upper and lower chambers, was the absence of the migraines. When I went for a follow up visit with the cardiologist I asked him which of those medicines I was taking could account for this he said "I don't know."
These candid replies of "I don't know" and "We don't know how it works" make me really see these professional healers as shamans and magicians, but also fallible human beings.
Monday, February 20, 2017
Obesity Explosion in America
It is not food that has caused the obesity explosion in this country. One of the biggest factors is the stress of living in cities, there is overcrowding that is increasing our stress levels.
Another factor is the media's constant barrage of commercials that create desire for the latest of everything being developed in the way of technology or latest fast food offering. In fact this type of stress, "the gotta getta ________ (fill the blank) syndrome", has not only caused some to have such desire for things they are willing to kill to get it. Some silently go about growing their fat cells enormously with the latest advertised low cost foods like candy, soda, chips, you name it which wreaks havoc on our bodies. Jealousy and envy are constantly stirred up by the electronic visitors we allow in our homes.
Stress is the actual silent killer of hearts, waist lines, and lives.
When this country was still rural stress was less as we waited for our gardens, our crops, our growing up live stock (i.e., chickens to become old enough to produce eggs), and we waited with those who were nurturing us. We actually ate less. Maybe it was due to not wanting to hurt other living beings? There was ALWAYS another load of kindling to split and carry in to stoke the cooker in the kitchen. We worked off our stress by simply keeping ourselves alive.
Time is of the essence to learn to cut the cord and return to growing our own food even if it is only one tomato plant on an apartment house balcony, or a condo patio. Even a potted herb in a kitchen window can satisfy this need. Digging in dirt relieves stress. Watching things grow from a tiny seed to a producing plant changes lives.
See you in the next post.
See you in the next post.
Monday, February 13, 2017
Recalls
The Naturopath wanted to run some tests and a Mammogram was one of them.
So...I got the mammogram. Then the next day I get a recall. Now I have heard for a long time about recalls due to manufacturing defects. I began to wonder if I suffered from a belated manufacturing defect and was being recalled to fix something?
After the repeat mammogram, this time only on one side with a movable head on the X-ray machine that acted similarly to a CT scanner that did slices of the subject matter and then an ultrasound, I was given the go ahead and continue living a worry free life as it was only a swollen lymph gland. No fixes were necessary.
But...you might be curious as to why I would have a swollen lymph gland in the first place. Back about four months ago I took a bad fall and landed on my elbow and my knee on that same side. The bruising on my elbow was horrific and wrapped entirely around the elbow. Arnicare cream helped to reabsorb the bruising and brought some relief. However...it was feared I had broken my humerus and some X-rays were taken which showed no breaks. The pain I was in was really terrific and would not abate.
Almost two months later an MRI showed two tendon tears in my shoulder, the supraspinatus and the infraspinatus tendons were both torn. No amount of movement by me would allow the shoulder to move freely. After the MRI the Ortho Doc injected some steroids and two pain relievers and then I had more free movement, but still pain and some.
The swollen lymph gland is most likely a result of swelling still in the area of my shoulder and one day soon, I get to start PT very soon, will dissipate.
So...I got the mammogram. Then the next day I get a recall. Now I have heard for a long time about recalls due to manufacturing defects. I began to wonder if I suffered from a belated manufacturing defect and was being recalled to fix something?
After the repeat mammogram, this time only on one side with a movable head on the X-ray machine that acted similarly to a CT scanner that did slices of the subject matter and then an ultrasound, I was given the go ahead and continue living a worry free life as it was only a swollen lymph gland. No fixes were necessary.
But...you might be curious as to why I would have a swollen lymph gland in the first place. Back about four months ago I took a bad fall and landed on my elbow and my knee on that same side. The bruising on my elbow was horrific and wrapped entirely around the elbow. Arnicare cream helped to reabsorb the bruising and brought some relief. However...it was feared I had broken my humerus and some X-rays were taken which showed no breaks. The pain I was in was really terrific and would not abate.
Almost two months later an MRI showed two tendon tears in my shoulder, the supraspinatus and the infraspinatus tendons were both torn. No amount of movement by me would allow the shoulder to move freely. After the MRI the Ortho Doc injected some steroids and two pain relievers and then I had more free movement, but still pain and some.
The swollen lymph gland is most likely a result of swelling still in the area of my shoulder and one day soon, I get to start PT very soon, will dissipate.
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