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 →
Should you psychoanalyze the psychoanalyst?
Many people share a piece of their day online. That doesn’t mean they share the entire story. It doesn’t mean they share every detail of their knowledge. It simply means they needed a place to get something out of their system and that was the place they choose to let it out. Maybe to share a lesson they are learning with others.
When that ‘share’ is from a professional teacher, minister, a therapist and so on; Should someone reading their post respond and give advice. Or try to teach the teacher?
Of course we all want to help those we feel connected to or care about. But when is that response beneficial, and when is it not?
Everyone is human and wants or needs to vent. When we hold professionals to a higher standard of that, we’re saying they’re not allowed to face challenges in life. If a Minister is walking their talk, they should always be happy, always have a perfect life, always be able to handle the challenges of life.Continue reading →
This is Memorial Day In our land of the free. It’s because of those who sacrificed Whose graves you’re here to see. They fought on foreign lands And across the open sea, And paid the ultimate price To keep you and I free. So put all things aside And honor this important day, Which we have dedicated As our Memorial Day –LTC. Ret. Samuel Lombardo of Destin