I’ve been thinking a lot this morning about the phrase “I care” and what exactly does that mean. In general conversation, it seems to indicate an interest in something, perhaps even a concern for the outcome of a situation. “I care, about gun control” for instance.
The problem with the use of “I care” is when it’s followed by “but” which often seems to negate the concept of concern all together. “I care, but your solution to gun control impacts my right to bear arms”. That often sounds to me like someone cares more about their guns than they do about the innocent children being slaughtered while they’re in school. But that’s not what I want to talk about today.
I’m more interested in the use of the phrase “I care” when it’s related to familiars, such as your family and friends. I’ve decided this morning that “I care” means something different to women than it does to men. Continue reading →
I’ve mentioned before I’m a diabetic. Finding a flavored creamer that is diabetic friendly isn’t easy. And when you do, you still have to be careful what the makers version of “sugar” might be.
Are they sweetened with Splenda? Which can still raise sugar levels in diabetics? Or could they be sweetened with something like Stevia, which is a little more diabetic friendly?(Stevia in the Raw is my sweetener of choice).
It’s a hard and laborious process to find the right product. Then I thought, hey, what about homemade where I can sweeten with my own sweetener?! And thus a new search ensued.
I found a lot of versions of homemade creamer and all have their own tweaks and variations. It’s not at all hard. And nearly all start with a base of condensed sweetened milk. That sweetened part is a problem again for diabetics. But the base is flavored from there. So everything begins with the base, how about going the other way to find the flavor and add what you require on the back-end. Continue reading →
It’s been several months since I’ve done anything on my blog. Some of that is time, but most of it is from a lack of energy and desire. Depression is an annoying thing. And when you don’t have health insurance to see someone about it, it can be debilitating.
Thankfully I was able to take a free HealthCare.gov seminar at the county community center and I learned some things about the program. Last time I tried to get insurance through their site, I was told I qualify for the expanded Medicaid program. But I don’t really because we’re in a state that refuses to expand that program. Fricken Republican Bastards; and Bitches.
Thus people like me are meant to suffer and die to decrease the surplus population and make it easier for the greedy. Whatever. Another case of trying to do everything right and getting screwed over by the System. What are we supposed to do? Well….there’s an option. Continue reading →
I didn’t grow up in a rich family. We got by and we were certainly better off than some. We were the definition of middle class. There were times when I was a kid that we didn’t have money for the grocery store so my Mom and Dad rummaged the cupboards and we had whatever was in the pantry.
A lot of families are really hurting in these tough financial times, I decided to share our PoorMan Pantry recipes from my childhood. I hope it helps those who need it most.
This weekend the man-child asked if we could have chili for dinner. We picked up a can of Hormel Chili and a bag of Tostito’s Scoops Tortilla Chips and waited for the weekend. A Saturday dinner would be perfect for this and we waited for the weekend to arrive.
Yeah, if anyone finds a stray can of Chili, let me know where it is. How we lost an entire can of chili I have no idea. But when $1.98 is a lot of money to your family, it’s worrisome and upsetting at the same time. And then there’s the desire to give the child what he asked for so he doesn’t feel neglected or deprived. Which means using supplies in the kitchen that could be used for something else that gets you through the week. It was frustrating!
What’s the difference? Time, effort and the tender loving care that goes into making any thing from scratch by your own hands. “Baking with Love for those you Love” is what my paternal Grandmother called it.
My Dad’s mom wouldn’t be caught dead making something from a box. She’d spend hours in the kitchen, shuffling back and forth between the pantry, the counters and the stove. And her house always smelled so inviting, warm and wonderful.
She and my Grandfather raised 3 boys, until WWII. The middle son, was killed in action in his tank in Germany. Within a year, my Grandfather too had left this world. But even with grown sons, my Grandmother still worked in her garden, canned, cooked and baked. She never had much to dote on her grandchildren. But my sisters and I, who were her only grandkids were treated with some of the best down home cooking you could ever want when we went to visit. Continue reading →
Every summer someone in my family was making banana pudding pie. At least once each month from June to August, it was a summer staple and perfect for the hot days playing outside and celebrating the warm season.
My grandmother always told me there’s only two things you MUST do when making nanner pudding pie; be patient and think presentation. Something she said those in the north don’t get about those in the south.
Down here we’re not in a hurry all the time. We slow down and take our time to do things right. Patience and Presentation are everything to a good Southern Banana Pudding pie.
That starts with the right serving dish. It must be a glass rectangular dish. Typically a Pyrex dish like the one pictured here. It’s not a big deep dish bowl, or a round pie dish or even a small individual serving dessert glass. Bigger or more doesn’t make it better.
If you want to make real “Southern Banana Pie”, it means a dish deep enough for a Nilla wafer to stand up on the side. That’s One wafer, not two rows of wafers. A deep banana pie means you’re serving too much to a guest or jipping them out of a complete delicious serving from top to bottom. Be reserved and think presentation. How it looks is as important in the dish as on the plate. Continue reading →