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Thinking: Between a recent piece I heard on NPR about rebranding Hamburger Helper and my boss's (A) insistence that board members must give a set minimum amount of money to our 501c3, (B) inability to understand that $20 is a lot of money to some people, myself included, I've been thinking a lot about class-based prejudice. I think we're all victims and perpetrators. How do we overcome it? Should we overcome it?

Feeling: Late last week I was hit with a feeling of community. I picked up one of my board members to take her to the funeral of another board member and realized how "right" it felt. My parents do this type of thing all the time. It's the work of being a human, of being a member of a tribe. I always "got" why they do it, but now I feel like I "get" it on a whole different level. I have a better sense of how to do my human work and where my tribe is. 

Watching: House of Cards by myself. I'm a sucker for a good political drama. The Harry Potter movies and Blu-ray extras with Tim. The wizarding world is my ultimate escape from real life. 

Reading: Neverwhere by Neil Gaiman. This is turning into one of my favorite Gaiman books that I've read. If you've ever scouted a place to live if you were homeless, I have a feeling you'd like this book. 

Excited: A ladybug just landed on my leg. That's a good omen, right?

Missing: Grandparents. I always miss them and in a sense, I've missed them my whole life. I've never known a full set of grandparents although I've had lots of great surrogates. 

Wondering: If my step-daughter ever got registered for school this year. Last year her mom didn't do the paperwork in time. I feel like it is her job because she is the one who insists Lily go to Catholic school. 

Working: I have a love/hate relationship with my work. I love helping our partners reach their goals. I hate the way my boss treats me. It's very bipolar. 

Stressed: Over work and finances. August and September are going to kill me at work. It's just that busy. We have a big hole in our savings to fill after getting Tim's transmission rebuilt. 

Proud: Of just about every creative thing my step-daughter does. 

Wanting: to extend this cool, peaceful morning for hours. Solo, drinking coffee, reading blogs, writing, sitting on my patio steps. 

Wishing: for winning Powerball numbers. 

Eating: trying to keep up with my CSA box. 

Drinking: Orange Crush. Tim and I got Crush when we left the City Museum and I rediscovered what heaven tasted like to my 8-year-old self. Did you know they have peach and pineapple flavors?

Loving: Feedly. Whoa, dude?! I never set up a Google Reader so I'm not sure what I was missing, but Feedly sure beats the heck out of faffing around with bookmarking things. 

Kitchen Decrees: Cabbage

Whereas prior to today cabbage has elicited a firm "meh" in our household, and
Whereas Timothy's delicate system can process neither cabbage nor onion, and
Whereas today I made a cabbage dish that I am unashamed to say I ate in one sitting,
I hereby decree that all cabbage that enters my kitchen shall be eaten thusly:

Deconstructed Fried Colcannon
Thinly slice 1/2 onion and saute in oil. Set aside.
Shred 1/4 cabbage and saute in  oil. Add onion and a bit of cooked roast, ham, bacon and heat through. Season with salt and pepper.
Thinly slice a potato and fry in oil. Season with salt and pepper.
Serve cabbage on top of potato.

Eat all the comfort food goodness.

Community Supported Agriculture: Week 1

Once again, my friend, Aspiring Maven, and I are splitting a CSA membership from our friendly, neighborhood Hen House. This is the third year for us to participate in Hen House's CSA program. (Previously mentioned here and here.) Both she and I have small households so to prevent food waste, she picks up one week and I pick up the next.

In years past, however, this every-other-week schedule hasn't been enough to prevent food waste on my end. I guess I'm not what you could call "observant." I probably won't notice your new haircut or your gradual weight loss (but "It looks great!" and "Good for you!" and I sincerely mean those things even though you had to mention your haircut or 15 pounds or I didn't notice until 3 weeks after you colored your hair). Likewise, I won't notice the gradual accumulation of lint, hair and dirt on a carpet ("Did this carpet used to be a different color?") or the greens gradually wilting in the refrigerator and the squash quietly mouldering on the countertop. I wish I weren't like this and I'm sure it is annoying to those who have to live with me, but I'm not sure how to change.

But...food waste is money waste. And we hate that. (We = me and my newly-frugal husband.) So this year, I decided I'd try to do a better job of eating out of the box---the CSA box. I'm recording what we get and how we use it. This week I was much more mindful of eating the box quickly because Aspiring Maven is on sabbatical [literally (proof)...she didn't just decide she was going to skip her CSA week and eat only McDonald's and call it a sabbatical to make it sound better--although I would support that, too.] so we're picking up until she gets back. Without further ado...

Last  week’s CSA Haul

2 pounds flour – I put this in the freezer because we have plenty of flour.
2 pound Rump Roast
1 pound White Cheddar Pepper Cheese
1 Pint Blueberries
2 Zucchini
2 Yellow Squash
3 Kohlrabi
1 Head Bok Choy

This week’s CSA – SAT

Kohlrabi : Turnips :: Escort : Hooker

What I ate This is not the whole of what I ate, only how I used the CSA haul.

Saturday
Smoothie (almond milk, blueberries, strawberries, dragonfruit, ice)
Handful of blueberries
Fried zucchini (oil, salt, garlic powder, vegan parmesan)
Sautéed kohlrabi greens (canola oil, garlic powder, salt, cooking sherry, balsamic vinegar)
Roasted kohlrabi 

Sunday
 Smothered eggs in a nest (kohlrabi greens sautéed in oil and seasoned with salt and garlic powder, two eggs, shredded white cheddar pepper cheese). This recipe is a variation on the eggs in a nest recipe in Barbara Kingsolver’s Animal, Vegetable, Miracle. If you haven’t read that book and are at all interested in food, add it to your Amazon Wish List today.

Monday
Smoothie (almond milk, blueberries, strawberries, dragonfruit)
Penne with sautéed zucchini and yellow squash, roasted red peppers, balsamic vinegar, feta, sardine

Tuesday
Smoothie (almond milk, blueberries, strawberries, dragonfruit)
Penne with sautéed zucchini and yellow squash, roasted red peppers, balsamic vinegar, feta, sardine

Wednesday
Smoothie (almond milk, blueberries, strawberries)
Sliced roast beef sandwich with white cheddar pepper cheese, mayonnaise and horseradish

Thursday
Leftover roasted kohlrabi with scrambled eggs and shredded cheddar jack cheese
Shredded roast beef sandwich with white cheddar pepper cheese and barbecue sauce

Friday
Sauteed bok choy. I ate a whole head of bok choy for dinner. That's all I ate.

Amateur Tip By Thursday, the bok choy was a little wilty. So tore each leaf off the head, stuffed it in our giantest Tupperware-ish container, covered it with water, and put it in the refrigerator. After a day, it was refreshed with very little wasted. Don't leave it in the water too long, though. It will probably get slimy.

What's left I have some leftover penne with squash and one zucchini and one yellow squash left to eat. Also some white cheddar pepper cheese.

Bonus I ate almost four pounds of strawberries in eight days. I don't know why I decided to buy the biggest box of strawberries that Hy Vee sold, but I did.

Preview of next week's box: 1 pound sirloin steak, dozen eggs, pound of sourdough bread, pint tomatoes, 2 cucumbers, head of bok choy, pint blueberries

Book Review Haiku

I decided to change my "Reading" page. It's now "Book Review Haiku." I wrote haikus about all the books I've read this year. Check it out.

We Are Never Ever Getting Back to Regular

As I settled into the standard-issue clinic waiting room chair, I noticed across from me a young blond woman was gazing into the middle distance. She was the first thing I noticed, on the cover of the top magazine on the table. The simpering smile told me instantly the blond was Taylor Swift. The second thing I noticed was the magazine’s title. It wasn’t a celebrity magazine like People or a women’s lifestyle magazine like InStyle. It was much more unexpected than that.

Maybe it’s just because I haven’t settled into a clinic waiting room chair and scanned the selection of magazines for quite some time, but Taylor Swift’s cover’s title caught me by surprise: Web M.D. Think about that for a second. WEB M. D. Many of the magazines of my youth that were piled high on the inherited-from-my-great-aunt half-circle end table that was wedged between the couch and my dad’s Laz-E-Boy are no more. Newsweek for example is no longer tangible, but virtual. Yet, here in my doctor’s office, Taylor Swift is smirking up from the magazine table on the printed cover of a concept that started in the virtual world and has—apparently—jumped into the tangible one. At the time, I didn’t think too much about Taylor Swift. But after I got home, I started wondering about healthcare and a print magazine whose title begins with the word “Web.”

The fact is, new clinics are springing up all over my Northland Kansas City suburbs. And once the postmodern, wastefully soaring-ceilinged, new buildings are open for business, Web M.D. magazine will probably grace their waiting room tables and racks as well. My husband blames the Affordable Care Act for the irritatingly inefficient buildings that are popping up to house groups of nurse practitioners and general practitioners. But I can’t help but wonder if Web M.D. isn’t partly to blame.

Here’s why: On Saturday, my abdomen started cramping after I ate dinner. It hurt enough to give me chills and send me to bed. It happened again on Sunday after lunch. And that’s when the Googling began. Have you ever done that before? Googled your symptoms? I remember my first time. I was living almost a thousand miles away from my parents for the first time in my life and I quickly became convinced I had ovarian cancer. Ultimately the doctors ruled that out but they couldn’t find a diagnosis or anything to make the pain go away for good. Then I went to the chiropractor because my back hurt. A crack and a pop and Surprise! my ovaries felt normal again. Web M.D. makes it very easy to fall down that rabbit hole. 

This time, thanks to the Internet, I feared that I had diverticulitis. It was the lower, left-side abdominal pain that tipped me off. The first runner-up in my self-diagnosis pageant was an ectopic pregnancy but diverticulitis won the tiara. Ultimately, the fear and worry caused by my Internet diagnosis drove me to make an appointment on Monday morning instead of going to work and seeing if it got any better.

And so goes my theory: Web M.D. sends more and more people to clinics. Clinics support Web M.D.’s print edition. People see the magazine in the waiting room, thereby reinforcing the impulse to turn to Web M.D. and increasing the need for more clinics. Once you Google your symptoms, the seed is planted that your stress headache is actually an embolism, just waiting to kill you. Your mind and your symptoms can’t be put to rest until you go see a doctor.

As for my abdominal pain, an x-ray confirmed what my grandfather probably would have been able to tell me, were he still alive and abdominal pain was the sort of thing we talked about in our family. And what he would have told me is this, “You need to poop more. Here take some castor oil.” Instead, I paid my $25 co-pay for cancer causing beams to be shot through my baby-maker and a person with more years of student loans than years of actual medical practice could tell me to go to the store and buy a laxative/stool softener.

So I went, and I bought, and I took, and I’m waiting. I just can’t help but think, though, that Taylor Swift owes me a song about poop.