Thursday, December 17, 2009

A very bad taste in my mouth!


I carry my lunch to work. It is one of my pleasures and leisures to eat my lunch minus having to wipe somebody else's mouth or cut up somebody's something. I am enjoying the fruit of looking at my own food minus talk about worms and regurgitations.LOL
Usually, my womanly helper surprises me, with some special treat of delectibles from our fridge. This surprise always has some vested interest in it to evoke conversation from me, later.(and it is always organic meaning something that we have made ourselves, not canned or boxed or...well you know {Mary Janes Farmish}) ie. a sandwich, with just a hint of rosemary in it(not good). Elyse has a wonderful way of helping and settling the score with me, if necessary. We get a kick out of this funny interaction between us. She is working early, this week and has no time to help me feed myself, so I have bought those really good ready-made soups. They really are good, in spite of the fact that we are organic. Elyse and I and would prefer to carry the pot of soup, with the bones; than to buy Mr. Campbell's. I know what I like and I bought 3 of them and enjoyed them very much, in spite of the loss of reason for conversation, now between me and my women in the house.
I woke up on Wednesday and there were none left. I said honey, would you get me one of those good soups that I've been buying. He was going to the store and came home with 2 of my favorites. New England Clam Chowder and Chicken Noodle, mmmmmmmm good, right? No, one was 98% fat free. Guess which? It wasn't the chicken noodle.
Uggggggh! How bad could it be? Ugggggggh! I will carry it anyway.
The children know how I get about those kinds of things, they were there the day a little cilantro accidentally got sprinkled into my sandwich. You want to see the roof lift off my house when I get home. Ugggggggh! There hands were on their ears. It will be okay! I start quoting Gary Null and speaking in unknown explitives, You know the "schpeal".
I held it in and the children were all looking at me funny. They knew an explosion was coming. That's okay. I will try it. Maybe it will be good for my "diet". Thank you honey for thinking about my figure. The children were looking at eachother, like when is she going to start screaming.
I took it to work and heated it up. How bad could this thing be? UGGGGGGGGGH!
I could have taken tofu and water and come up with a tastier combination of fat free edibles. I do have soy flour in the cabinet and I could have just carried it in a bag and sprinkled it on some water for protein. The taste of fat free crabs will forever be engrained in my mouth. Fat free cream with fat free crabs and fat free potatoes and an unhappy mommy, me!
I have been pouring sugar down my throat in all sorts of ways to try to lose the flavor. LOL. Any excuse to go off your diet, right?

3 comments:

Joanne Bodden said...

Oooo so sorry to hear that one Yuck!
It is something I am thinking you probably know about which is that Slow cooking movement. There is something really healing & healthy to making homemade food and carrying it to work. So glad that Elyse is such help God has blessed you so. You guys are all organic I did not know that?

Jayne said...

Our ambition is to be organic and feed the family with food cooked from real stuff. Our problem is the time and the trouble,as everybody. We do not buy organic veggies or anything. Organic in that we try to make stuff from scratch. We are naturalists, more than organic. There is always something to make a generation gap. In our family it is the issue of organic living versus the "canned" or "boxed". Ecofriendly living and ecofriendly eating. Who knew?:)

Jayne said...

Our ambition is to be organic and feed the family with food cooked from real stuff. Our problem is the time and the trouble,as everybody. We do not buy organic veggies or anything. Organic in that we try to make stuff from scratch. We are naturalists, more than organic. There is always something to make a generation gap. In our family it is the issue of organic living versus the "canned" or "boxed". Ecofriendly living and ecofriendly eating. Who knew?:)

Title- The Studious One!

Title-  The Studious One!
artwork by Elyse

Of biscuits and syrup

Of biscuits and syrup
tasty treats

Happy Saturday!

Happy Saturday!
a day at the Raptor Center.

Widdle Emmie in outer space school

Emmie jumped on the bus and off it flew out into the atmosphere. There was a set of clouds with turbulence right above the house and it took a few minutes for my Emmie to buckle her seatbelt. They hit the bump hard and it knocked my Emmie out of her seat and she bumped her head. The video camera came on and the monitor looked through and stated, Ms. Emmie, where are you? You are not in your seat. Where are you? I am alright I fell because I hadn’t buckled correctly. Well jump up Emmie we have a long way to go and you have to be buckled there is entirely too much turbulence in the stratosphere for you to unbuckle now. As soon as we are through this weather system there will be straight sailing but right now you must buckle. Emmie scrambled into the seat with intensity and purpose now. She watched every cloud pass her window and her nose was pressed to the window trying to see the top of the house as it drifted slowly out of sight. Soon they were not only out of sight of the house, the sun came out brightly and just as quickly they were putting on the atmospherical breathing apparatus and the outerspherical lights. The ABA and the OL. These precautions were to make them appear to be satellites to the radar as they were out in the ionosphere. Emmie knew all about this now. She had gone to the orientation and had a good breakfast and it took them 20 minutes for her to get out past the atmospherical pull and to feel the zero gravity. It would be 15 minutes before the gravity simulators would take effect, a glitch in the system which was being worked on. Until then, they enjoyed the couple of minutes of floatation, while being connected to the seats by belt. The first thing they saw everyday was the strataflotsam. The items which had been dumped into the atmosphere by earlier generations. What would their generation do about this ecological waste area that remained floating above their heads? This was a question for the generations. For now it was the area that they had to guide through on the way to school.

Midnight at the OASIS

Midnight at the OASIS
Sunset in Huntersville

My little Emmie

ran to the bus on the first day of the last year of school. 2 buns on the side of her head. She kissed me and ran at dawn to the bus. She was starting the adventure of a lifetime. I would never see that little girl again, she was going to woman school!

My Father and I 1989

My Father and I 1989

to the tune of Parsley, Sage, Rosemary and Thyme

A VISIT TO PAPA





Are you going to Mary Immaculate?
Apricots, Chocolate Cherries and Pie,

Remember me to the one who lived there,

He once was a true love of mine,

Tell him to buy me an acre of land,

Apricots, Chocolate Cherries and Pie,

Between the muddy Hudson in Jamaica Bay,

Then, He’ll be a true love of mine,
Tell him to sow in it seeds of pure cream,

Apricots, Chocolate Cherries and Pie,

And build Ice cream mountains and buildings of whipped cream,
Then, He’ll be a true love of mine,

Tell him to reap them with sickles of M&M’s,

Apricots, Chocolate Cherries and Pie,

And chew bubble gum and eat till we’re done,

Then, He’ll be a true love of mine.

Tell him to run it off down the motor parkway,

Apricots, Chocolate Cherries and Pie,

After your done 50 pushups

and jog down the West Side Highway,

Then he’ll be a true love of mine…
(Don’t wait for me today dad, The kids are sick again, My tummy’s bulging again, My heart is aching again, And now there’s no love there…)


He once was, a true love of mine….So, Girls, I do beg you don't miss your Daddy,Apricots, Chocolate cherries and Pie,You have one short chance to see him on this side, Go visit him and let your light shine.