I used to boggle at my mother being able to keep her house as neatly as she does. I always rather had visions of her spending hours sneaking in cleaning when I was at school, or during the summer, when I was at friends’ houses or summer jobs. It had to be that way, because keeping my room neat was such a damn ordeal! When I moved out, I found trying to keep a neat house totally overwhelming, and wished I had the energy to spend those hours and hours cleaning that I thought my mother put in. In the last few years I’ve learned this wasn’t really so. Most of the cleaning I actually saw her doing was the work that was getting done.

My house is quite as neat and clean as hers is these days. No, I don’t spend a great deal of time on the house. Know why? I don’t bloody well have the time to spend hours cleaning. If it took that kind of time, neatness simply wouldn’t happen. Call it an average of 15-20 minutes a day doing actual cleaning, and tack on a few minutes for clutter patrol.

What Mom Really Tried to Teach Me (And I Didn’t Listen)

My mother really did try to teach me to keep a clean house. No, it wasn’t Housewife Training, but more Grownup Training. She tried to teach my brother the same thing, after all. She grew up with someone who kept house the way I used to – let the clutter and mess get so overwhelming that it’s intolerable and/or embarrassing, then spend an effort worthy of the Augean stables only to be worn out and not really into doing any more housework for a long period of time. Mom, who actually learned from that nonsense, did things differently when she became mistress of her own home.

There are four basic principles that my mother tried to teach me, and one I learned on my own that doesn’t quite jibe with the way Mom does things, but works for me. Combined? I get a neat home, and don’t spend a whole lot of time at it.

1. Put it away right away

When you come in the door, if you habitually take off your shoes, put them on the shoe shelf. Have a place to hang up your backpack and jacket, and put them there right away. Have a place for your keys and put them there right away. Sort mail over the trash can and have a place for the bills if you still do paper bills. If you have a cup of coffee and you’re not going to have any more, either wash the mug or put it in the dishwasher.

Finished with a book? Put it back on the shelf. That pen you used to write a note? Put it back in the pen mug or your desk drawer. Dishwasher washed dishes overnight? Put those dishes away while the coffee’s brewing. See a piece of paper that fell on the floor? Pick it up and throw it away right now. Dirty underwear? You do have a laundry hamper near where you undress for the night, yes? Don’t leave the underwear in a figure 8 on the floor. It takes two seconds to put it in the hamper.

Now, if you’re dealing with a Very Cluttered Home like mine used to be, you’re probably staring at me in astonishment. Put things away? I can’t open the blasted drawer! What’s the matter with you? Hamper? Darlin’, if you could see my Mount Laundry, you wouldn’t be telling me to put my underwear in any hamper right away. It’s overflowing!

2. Clutter makes things take more time

I used to have a deacons bench that was my toy box. It would get stuffed with crap I tried to hide when Mom insisted I clean my room. Part of the End of Holidays ritual was to clean out my toy box and get rid of toys I no longer wanted. Now, you’d think a kid who had 20 cubic feet of storage space for toys would be able to clean her room just fine, but I never got rid of stuff I didn’t use or love except at practically gunpoint.

So, when I was told to dust or vacuum my bedroom, it would take for-blasted-evuh. Did Mom tell me that it wouldn’t take so much time if I would put my stuff away? Yes, she did. I didn’t start doing it until I was in my late thirties. I timed myself dusting my bedroom yesterday. 00:02:34. Two minutes and thirty-four seconds. The whole house took about eight minutes, and I have a pretty good-sized house. (In all fairness, I did skip my son’s room for more or less the same reason my mother didn’t dust mine, I expect!)

It’s not the cleaning chores that take a lot of time. In general, they really don’t. It’s cleaning around the clutter that is so excruciating. Now keep in mind that it’s taken me several years to get my house to what I consider “properly” decluttered.

3. Cleanup is part of the job

The last step to making dinner is to clean up after dinner. The last step in sewing an outfit is to vacuum up all the snips of fabric and thread and put away the sewing machine (I don’t have a dedicated craft room.) Put away refreshments after the party, and wash the dirty dishes right away.  Make your bed on arising. This last was a childhood requirement. I fell out of doing it for a period of time as an adult, and I’m going to have to say that was a Big Mistake. With a comforter and pillow shams, it takes less than a minute to make a bed, and it’s hard to believe how much better it makes a room look until you’ve gotten into the habit.

If you mentally tag cleanup as separate from the activity at hand, you’re giving yourself permission to make “later” “never”. I get it, don’t get me wrong. When I’m finished with an outfit, putting away the ironing board, the sewing machine, all the notions and all that is a pain in the butt. Never mind those projects that take several days to do. But if you mentally tag the job as unfinished until tidying up is done, you find that it genuinely takes less time to keep things tidy.

A good example of this would be laundry. Laundry isn’t done when the dryer goes off, or things are dry on the line. Laundry is done when you put your clothes away.

4. Take a few seconds now

I had to go upstairs to go to the bathroom while writing this – coffee, you know. My bathroom is right off my bedroom, so as I passed the bed, I saw that my son had delivered everyone’s clean and folded laundry to the appropriate bedrooms. I took about two minutes to put away some socks and hang up some shirts and pants before coming back downstairs to finish this particular section of the article. Could it have waited for me until bedtime? Well, yeah, and if there were a blood or fire emergency, it could wait days. But I am writing. I can think about what I’m writing while I hang up clothes!

This is a serious change from my usual M.O. In the past, thinking I was being more efficient, I’d wait for the household to have Washed All The Laundry before I would even consider putting things away. After all, putting it away in a big chunk instead of load by load saves time, right? It’s efficient.

Sure, if you actually put away that mountain of clean clothes in a timely fashion. If you do, more power to you. I wouldn’t.  But three to five pieces of clothing?  Yeah, I’ll put ‘em away quick.

There are lots of little tasks like this. Spill something on the floor, wipe it up right away and it’s quick and easy. Wait, and it’s a dried, sticky mess. Take a second while coffee is brewing to wipe off a counter and it’s using waiting time for usefulness. When you walk through a room to another room, scan and see if there’s anything that really belongs in your destination and put it there. You were going into the other room anyway, right? It’s the little minutes that add up.

5. Break down the big jobs into little jobs

No-one in my family is particularly moderate. Mom comes closer than the rest of us, but even she really isn’t much into the moderation thing. We have no middle gears. If we needed to chop wood for the winter’s heating (yes, we heated with a wood stove), we had to Chop All The Wood. Decluttering my toybox? Well, yes, but we cleaned out my closet, under my bed, the bookshelves and everything until my room was Perfect. The theory was I had a clean slate to Keep Things Tidy From Now On and Forever.  I didn’t.  I think the reason I didn’t was that I was not learning the right habits.   Not Mom’s fault, mind.  She tried to teach me the little tweaks of dailiness.  It just never stuck when I was a kid — well, except for making the bed.  I did that no matter what.

Now, Mom never let the rest of the house get cluttered, so this wasn’t an issue. But I learned something about trying to train yourself into the habit of keeping up on keeping things clean and organized. You gotta pace yourself. Cluttered home? Really, no kidding, commit to a little bit of time a day to do that. It’ll take some time. In my case it was a period of years. Thing is, over those years, the house did finally get decluttered to the point where I only have to do some really quick maintenance decluttering in my regular detail cleaning schedule.

Even now, with a reasonably decluttered home, I certainly am not going to then spend time on marathon cleaning projects like spring cleaning. Heck no! That’s a total waste of time I could be spending pointing out people who are Wrong on the Internet.  Priorities, people!

That time I spent decluttering (call it 10-15 minutes a day) is now spent on some tiny little detail cleaning project that I never ever used to get to. You know, dusting the baseboards, washing the windows in one room, or vaccuming behind the sofa. I’ve put these tasks (there’s over 100 of them, none taking more than fifteen minutes to do) on my daily reminders in a very long repeating rotation, so they all get gotten to (shaddup, I’m allowed some bad grammar) but it’s never this marathon, “ZOMGWTFBBQ! I GOTTA CLEAN PEOPLE ARE COMING OVER!” nonsense.  It’s not like most of these chores really need to be done but once a quarter, anyway, so that’s about how often I get to them.

So, why would you want to do this?

Pertinent question.  No matter what some people would like to imply, keeping the house “perfect” (and I certainly don’t) is hardly a moral imperative.  Yes, it’s just as easy to store one’s clothing in a laundry basket as a dresser.  And there’s hardly anything sinful about a pile of magazines.

If that’s so, why would you want to?

Mental heath

I talk right on this site about having had a mental health problem.  Being vigilant about my physical surroundings are part of keeping my mental surroundings tidy.  Now, I want it clear as can be that being down on yourself for a mess and putting a lot of pressure on yourself about it is going to do no good at all.  I’m talking about habitually taking some small positive step.  Some people start as small as making the bed or keeping one sink or surface very clean.  (For me, it was shining the sink).  Just like most improvements one makes in one’s life, it’s not the big, dramatic things that do it, but the tiny dailiness of habit.

Laziness

It is easier to keep a home habitually clean than not.  Stop looking at me like that.  It’s true. It’s never pawing through a pile trying to find something to wear to a job interview.  It’s never panicking when someone knocks on the door because you know your trash smells and your sink is piled with dirty dishes.  It’s about never frantically trying to find crucial paperwork because you can’t find it in the pile.

It saves money

Raise your hand if you’ve ever stared at a sink full of dishes after a long day, ordered pizza and just about cried because you were too tired and scattered to do anything?  <raises hand>  I won’t say my household has never gotten take-out when things get Just Too Busy.  We do.  About once every six months or so.  When the kitchen is too chaotic to work in?  You bet we were doing it more often.

Ever bought underwear you really didn’t need because you hadn’t done laundry?  Ever bought clothes you really didn’t need because the stuff that fit and flattered was under a pile and you couldn’t find it?

Being dedicated to not getting cluttered has an added bonus.  You become really selective about what you do buy, ’cause you want to be sure you have a place for it.

As a final bit to the whole “Why would you do this?” I wanna tell you a story.  (Yes, I know this post is damn near a novel.  Bear with me.)

My husband and I are going to be in a play.  Biiig time commitment, as anyone who has done it knows.  The show is going to run next weekend and the weekend after.  My parents are also going be visiting the last weekend of the play.

So, when I saw a notice on a social networking site where my mother had accepted an invite to the play the first weekend it’s going to run, this did not send me into a panic wondering how I was going to get the house decent for houseguests.  Oh, I was surprised and asked, but there was no need to panic, so I didn’t.

Yeah, that’s a nice way to live.

Random Posts

• Bulk Cooking (2)
• Travel Bento (0)
• Managing Your Self: Set Office Hours (0)
• Audiobooks (3)
• Audiobooks v. “Real” Reading (4)
• The F-Word (0)
• Motivation (0)
• How Smart Phones Ruin Shopping (3)
• The Book Club (5)
• Being Down on Yourself (1)

If you’re a Reader, there might be times that you’ll get a big kick out of someone walking into your house then seeing their eyes go wide at the wall-to-wall bookshelves and piles of books everywhere. It’s your proof, your badge that you’re an intellectual. Or at least a bookworm, right? People know you’re a part of The Club the instant you walk into the house. Or maybe, if you’re a female Reader, you’ve spent most of your life choosing purses based on the book-carrying capacity. If you’re out and about, you’d use the downtime to read a bit, the cover of the book proclaiming your literary tastes.

My house did used to look like that – shelves and shelves of books. I also did choose purses based on being able to carry a couple of standard paperbacks.

You wouldn’t know it if you looked in my house now. Oh yeah, I have three of the old billy IKEA bookshelves. You know the ones –six and a half feet tall, holds loads of books. Yeah, they’re stuffed to bursting, but that’s hardly an amazingly large book collection. They’re also upstairs in a hallway. I don’t show this off in the living room. I also don’t have the teetering piles of the books I’m currently reading piled on side tables or anything even close to that. If you were a guest in my home and were not invited upstairs, there would be very little indication that I am a Reader. In fact, you’d be more likely to think I’m a major television addict due to a large and heavy entertainment center.

I’m not a TV addict, though I like the occasional movie. I am still a Reader. I read mostly using electrons these days – my Kindle, my phone, my computer. There’s no immediate badge any more. Shoot, I can fit a library in my pocket.

However, like many a bookworm, there is a sense of identity you derive from it. No, you weren’t one of the Cool Kids, but dammit, you were well-read. It was something that could make you feel good about yourself. The comments about, “Wow, what a lot of books!” were a small and sometimes rather needed ego-boo.

I wonder if this is what drives the popularity social media sites like Goodreads. You can still show that yes, you are a Reader, even if books are no longer shoving you out of the house, and that discrete little device means that there’s no real way to tell that yes, you’re reading your way through five books at once.

Random Posts

• The 50 Mile Club (0)
• Shepherd’s Pie Bento (1)
• Leechblock and Time Analysis (0)
• Whose Job is the Housework? (1)
• Why I Do It (0)
• Dumb Choices (0)
• Day Three: I Will Never Forget Nassau, A Most Educational City (0)
• You’ve Gotta Be Kidding Me (0)
• Just Keep Swimming (0)
• Getting Things The Fuck Done (0)

My non-fiction words for the day are written. (Though frankly, when you’re writing about possible uses for developing technology, I think it’s more in the realm of science fiction. See, my youth wasn’t wasted after all!)

On to fiction. It’s kind of my reward for the duller stuff, even if writing can be tedious no matter what.

I think it’s something that we writers don’t talk about with any great clarity, and I think we should. Getting good at anything requires daily tedious practice. It’s not all about when the words are flowing and we feel godlike in our ability to express ourselves. Those moments are awesome, but that’s not how we get better at what we do. It’s when it’s a slog to meet the word count. It’s when we re-write a sentence five times before we feel like we’ve conveyed our exact meaning. That’s when we are getting better.

I read a book recently called “Talent is Overrated” that talked about stellar performance, and the make or break in almost any endeavor was not about the moments when it was good and wonderful, but when you were willing to tolerate the repetitive and tedious. I keep that in mind a lot when I write. Yes, I love to write (obviously), but I don’t love it all the time.

I was thinking about this also when I read an article talking against having word count goals when working on fiction. Now, I’ve never completed a single project that did not have a daily word count goal. I’m in favor of them. If I write when the Spirit moves me, in general I neither write much nor well. The author was arguing that if you’re meeting those word count goals, maybe you’re just vomiting out drivel and that’s hardly going to make for good writing.

I guess my argument is, “What the heck do you think editing is for?”

Random Posts

• Moderation: Harder than Dramatic Effort (0)
• And, it’s GOOD for you, too! (0)
• Swimmin’ and Body Image (0)
• The Myth of the Fear of Getting “Too Big” (0)
• Learning Pattern Drafting (0)
• Please, Sir, Can I Have Some More? (2)
• Bilateral Breathing (0)
• Learn to Sell (0)
• Wood stove (0)
• Fitness Test (2)

Like many children, I always looked forward to dying eggs at Easter time.  My mother, father, brother and I would gather around in the kitchen, each of us “in charge” of gathering some piece of equipment.  We had Corelle ware when I was a youngster, and as Mom bought most of her household goods during her “green phase”, the cups we had were the standard white with the green floral pattern around the edges.

Mom would carefully measure out the vinegar and boil the water in each cup, letting my brother and I drop the little dye tablets into the mixture.  The tablets would fizz for a bit, and then the perfect white insides of each cup would have this liquid of the most beautiful and vibrant color.  To this day, there’s something about that image that just plain makes me happy.

We would save the wire hoops that came in each kit from year to year, so each cup got its own hoop so as not to mix the colors and muddy the eggs.  My brother and I would ponder each white boiled egg carefully, trying to decide exactly what effect we wanted to produce. Should we write our names in the clear wax crayon on the egg?  Should we dye the egg, write something on it in the crayon, then dye it another color for a more layered effect? One year Mom made a baby chick out of one of her yellow-dyed eggs.  I was very young, and not very neat-handed and envied her ability to do something so clever and cute.

My father also shared that admiring envy of my mother’s ability to do little artistically clever things with almost anything.  He, himself, is not particularly an artist for all that he appreciates beauty and while he joined in the egg decoration for the fun of it, he never expected that he would create an artistic tradition that has endured nearly four decades.

One year, he decided he was going to dye an egg in several colors — green on one side, blue at an end, yellow on another side.  He was careful to go light on the dye, so that each color was a light pastel.  In looking at it, the egg reminded him of a coat of madras cloth he was especially fond of as a very young man.  So, with great pride, he dubbed the egg the Madras Egg.

It was lovely, and all the more because he’d done something beautiful.  We all decided that the Madras Egg was the egg we’d leave for the Easter Bunny, as it was so pretty.

Every year after that, the egg for the Easter Bunny was the Madras Egg.

Now, I have a household of my own and a nearly grown son.  We still color eggs because it is so fun.  We don’t always use the color kits, sometimes preferring just to use food coloring, vinegar and water for our dyes.  My son almost always starts with a solid yellow egg, bright and happy, because yellow is his favorite color.  My artist husband likes to try for a new effect, or something clever and memorable.  Every year, I’ve made a Madras Egg in honor of my own childhood memories.  But this year, we have the tradition going into its third generation as my son also made a Madras Egg of his very own.

Random Posts

• Food Banks Shelves are Empty (0)
• E-books and Print (0)
• That Lovely Moment of DUH! (0)
• The No S Diet (0)
• Hurrah for the Farmer’s Market! (0)
• How Profound, Wizard (1)
• Chickening Out (0)
• Working Out (0)
• This is Why I Sew (3)
• Hello World! (0)

I went on a cruise last week (Carnival Pride, if you’re interested) with my husband, son and parents. It was amazing fun, but it did get me to thinking about several things.

Our ports of call: Port Canaveral, Nassau and Freeport (Bahamas).

So, we embarked in Baltimore around noon. The weather was cool — in the 40s, but there were plenty of places on the ship to be out of the wind. We had lunch and waited to leave Baltimore for sunnier climes. We’d cruised out of this port before, so we were out on deck waiting to watch as the ship passed under the Key Bridge. It’s quite a sight. As you approach, it looks like the ship won’t actually clear the bridge. I think there’s about a meter of clearance, so there’s not much. It’s why as cruise ships get bigger, Baltimore is a less popular port for pleasure cruises, I think.

We spent a couple of days at sea, and yes, the weather was cool until we got as far South as Florida. This is mostly because 70 in calm breezes is much warmer than 70 in a brisk wind off the deck of a ship! But I’ve discovered that my love of being on a ship is not solely due to my love of sun and warmth. Up until fairly recently, I’ve been resistant to the idea of sailing North out of Boston, but I think I’ve revised my opinion. This graphic was apparently more accurate than I realized.

The sea days were sea days. You dance, you meet interesting people, you eat good food, you read books, you see shows, you play games, or soak in a hot tub, or go to the gym or…. I find drinking too expensive on a cruise ship, so I don’t much. I’m not into gambling, either, but if that’s your thing, most cruise ships have a casino. For me, it’s really being on the ship that’s awesome. Being spoiled rotten for a few days doesn’t hurt, either. Our stewards and waiters were really good. I still can’t get over the serving staff’s memories in the dining room. One day and they were remembering our tastes and preferences, and they were doing this with hundreds of people a week.

Speaking of tastes, my son made me very happy the first day when I asked him how he’d slept. His comment, “Now I know why babies like to be rocked to sleep.” I was terrified the boy was going to be a landlubber. His tastes when it comes to swimming had me wondering, but no. While certainly he’s allowed his own tastes, it pleases me beyond belief that he likes cruising and ships as much as I do.

Unlike some people who seems to think the dining room is “too formal” I rather enjoy going to the dining room for meals rather than the buffets. We had some great table mates — a pediatric oncologist doing her fellowship and a science teacher. Intelligent, fascinating young women. The conversation at meals was just delightful. We totally lucked out.

After a couple of days at sea, we docked at Port Canaveral where of course we took the Kennedy Space Center tour. It was a lot… fancier… than I expected. I’d never been before, amazingly enough, and I need to go back, as the six hours we were there wasn’t really enough to fully explore it. It was sad in a way, because a lot of the exhibits were made when the shuttle program was an ongoing thing, and now… Well. However, there was a great IMAX show about the International Space Station, and other things about current exploration. I learned a fair amount about the first Moon shot that I hadn’t know before. I was also under the impression that Apollo 11 went a lot more smoothly than it actually did. I’m sorry to say our lack of commitment to the space program is depressing me more now than it ever did.

We were surprised to see that the Enchantment of the Seas (the cruise ship my husband and I took for our 20th Anniversary trip) was also at Port Canaveral. Apparently it was having engine trouble, and the cruise line had comped the entire cruise. You know, while I would be maybe a bit annoyed to have to call at different ports than expected, hey… free cruise!

After Canaveral, we set sail for Nassau. I’d been there before, and was happy to go back. It was a strange sensation to sit on the deck going into Nassau’s harbor. When we went about 18 months ago, it seemed exotic and different. This time, it felt odd to know the harbor.

What I was most interested in was seeing my son’s reaction to a foreign port. His comment? He was a bit surprised at seeing Burger Kings and Starbucks there. I don’t think he found the Bahamas all that different from the US in a lot of ways. And in truth, I’m sure it looked like any beach area to his eyes. That’s more or less why our excursion was a historical tour of the island, so he could get an idea of the history of the place and its culture. We saw the Queen’s Stairs, of course, and Fort Charlotte. The guides tend to take you through really fast, so you don’t get a chance to analyze the structure or even read the exhibits as well as you could. I guess most people find historical buildings boo-ooring (some of our tour mates sure seemed to), but I don’t. How did/do they live and why did they make the choices they did is always of interest to me.

As we were making our way back to port, another ship was arriving. It was the Enchantment. I recognized it from quite far away, which was kind of neat. My parents and son returned to the ship, and my husband and I decided to wander around Nassau within walking distance of the port. I only had one lady bug me to ask if I wanted my hair braided this time. I declined!

We set sail from Nassau late in the evening, but we did watch as we left port so we could see the lighthouses (Mom loves lighthouses) and it was neat.

The next morning we got to Freeport. We’d intended our excursion to be a snorkling trip, but the winds were far too high. The excursion was cancelled, so we took a taxi to the beach at Lucaya. I liked Freeport better than Nassau. Seemed more “real” if that makes any sense. The people were considerably less pushy to sell to tourists, which makes sense. From what I understand, Bahamians looking for work tend to go to Nassau, so it’s the aggressive go-getters that tend to find their way there. Still, I liked feeling free to look at wares without being pressed hard to buy. Hair braiding was considerably cheaper at Freeport than Nassau. If we were going to be there longer than a few hours, I definitely would have gotten my hair done there. I like cornrows when you’re on a ship. As long as my hair is, it’s a much easier hairstyle to manage in high winds. But it’s a minimum of a two hour job on my mop, and there just wasn’t time.

One thing I notice about cruise ships, though. Many of the passengers sure didn’t seem to have a clue about anything nautical. I’m not talking about stuff you’d need to know professionally. I’m hardly a sailor, myself. I mean terms like “bow” and “stern” or “starboard” and “port”. The cruise director would actually give directions using terms like “front of the ship”. And, of course, he had to or he’d confuse many of the passengers. But you’d think that someone going on a cruise would at least get into the fact that you’re on a ship, for pity’s sake.

The last day of the cruise was a sea day and we got to do something really fun. We toured the galley. Maybe that sounds dorky, but I really enjoyed seeing more backstage, and seeing how things were set up. Of course we toured during downtime, so there were a couple of sous-chefs doing prep work, but otherwise the place was calm, quiet, sparkling clean and perfect. I know that’s not what it looked like during dinner hours :) However, the organization was definitely impressive.

Disembarkation was really smooth. We decided to get our own luggage off so it was just a matter of getting off the gangway, going through Customs (they didn’t inspect anything of ours and just glanced at passports) and getting in our car to go home.

I don’t know when I’ll be able to take a cruise again, but it can’t come too soon for me.

Random Posts

• Hurrah for the Farmer’s Market! (0)
• Moronic Legislation (1)
• Bento Answers (0)
• Freelancing, Parkour and a Tu’penny Upright (0)
• Managing Your Self: Set Office Hours (0)
• Turkey Carcass Soup (0)
• First Aid Skilz (0)
• Good Instant Cocoa (1)
• How Delightful (0)
• Yes, I Will Help Stop Bullying (0)

I'm not vegetarian, but I loves me some beans and rice

I saw a TED-talk about nutrition today. No, I’m not going to link to it because several bits of the science were weak or outright inaccurate. But it did get me to thinking about how the household eats. In reviewing, I realized that while we were doing fine in terms of lunches,¹ we just weren’t eating enough veggies when it came to dinner, doing far too much “sauce onna carb”type of meal. That’s fine when it’s a really veggie-intensive sauce, but I still wasn’t satisfied.

Being lazy, and wanting to do the whole recommended filling of half one’s plate with veggies and fruit, I went the salad route. I like salads and always have. When I was a small child, this was the only way I would eat vegetables. Yes, that meant we had a salad with dinner almost every night when I was a youngster.

But it also got me to thinking about how much veg I really do eat. When I make spaghetti sauce, yes, there’s real tomatoes in it, as well as a green or red bell pepper and a fresh onion. The beans in that beans and rice pic were cooked with the New Orleans Trinity of green peppers, onions and celery, and we’re not talking garnish for flavoring, here. That pot of beans had about five cups of the Trinity in it! When I make soups, it’s similar.

Yet when you see pictures of “healthy” plates of meals, you do tend to see pictures like this one – displaying half the plate with easily-identifiable vegetables in it as a side rather than cooked into a dish. While in part that’s marketing, does loading up a sauce like spaghetti sauce with vegetables “count” to the nutritionist? I mean, logically speaking it should, yes?

What do you think? If you’re trying to eat more vegetables, do you tend to throw them into dishes that don’t always have them, or do you make a special place on your plate?

___________________

¹ As I’ve posted here, my bento tend to be pretty heavy on the fruits and veggies.

Random Posts

• Writing and Real Work (0)
• Why yes, I DO find it weird (0)
• Gladware Bento (0)
• Being a Reject (5)
• Eating Dinner Together, or Maybe Tea (0)
• Wardrobe SWAP (2)
• Sam Vimes Would be Proud (1)
• Caribbean SWAP Composite Photo (0)
• Day Three: I Will Never Forget Nassau, A Most Educational City (0)
• Talk About a Random Post (3)

Black pants. You’d think this would be an easy thing to get, right? I mean, if there’s a standard wardrobe staple, this would be it.

Well, I need a few pair of black pants. I also don’t have much time, so I figured I’d just go to Wallyworld and pick up a few pair of cheap pants and be done with it. There’s a million women with my shape, and plenty of us get quickie clothes off the rack, right?

HA!

Keep in mind before we begin that I do not exactly make pants for myself that are exquisitely tailored that take seventeen fittings before I get the exact fit. Hardly! I made a couple of incredibly minor adjustments on the fly to get the fit right in the butt, leg length and waist, but I even eyeballed that. We’re talking elastic waistband, even. You really can’t call me picky about fit.

Or so I thought.

Yet, no kidding, I could not walk into that silly store and find a pair of pants that would not require at least an hour of tailoring to get a sort of okay fit in the waist, leg and butt. This is for a $20 pair mind! If it fit me in the rear and thighs, I’d need to take in about four inches in the waist. Any commercial pair of pants I buy needs hemming. I’m short.

Friends, it only takes me an hour and a half to make a pair of the kind I wear from start to finish. If I don’t have time to make pants, I don’t have time to alter them, either.

It boggles me that there are women who like shopping in the face of that. I can only imagine that it must be the challenge.

Random Posts

• A Tale of Two Novels (0)
• The New Fat Chick in the Gym (0)
• Wii Aren’t Good Enough (1)
• Site Announcement and Back by Popular Demand* (0)
• Power Outage (0)
• “Eat Real Food” (0)
• Jurassic Park (0)
• Bible Reading Survey Follow-Up (5)
• Re-hab (0)
• Knitting and Taking Control (1)

Okay, bad pun.

I needed some new clothes and thought I’d sew myself a nice capsule.  This doesn’t anchor well with a lot of the rest of my wardrobe, ‘cept a couple of purple pieces and the new wavy print here.

The brocade was a haori I made a few years ago.

Everything but the jacket was a tried-n-true pattern, so this was very much a quick-n-easy SWAP and it only took me a couple of weeks to sew up.

Random Posts

• From the Outside (3)
• Cook from Scratch (0)
• Swimmin’ and Body Image (0)
• I swimmed (0)
• *Whimper* (0)
• Bento Luxury (0)
• New Hampshire Primaries (3)
• Toll House Cookies (0)
• Proud as Lucifer (0)
• The Coffee Shop Office (0)

II’m four garments in to a nine garment wardrobe capsule. Yes, I’ll post the composite photo when I’m done, but I wanted to talk a bit about the jacket I just completed.

I’ve been eyeing the Saf-t-Pockets patterns for years. The idea behind most of the garments designed by the company is to have an attractive garment with enough pockets to carry your stuff without having to resort to carrying a purse. There are garments with visible pockets, but the one I made has all the pockets hidden on the inside. Yes, I like gadgety cleverness of design even in clothes. Stop looking at me like that. I can’t help it. I was scared of trying it, though, because I was worried it was above my sewing abilities. You’d want a year or two of sewing under your belt before you tried it solo, but I wouldn’t have a problem coaching a beginner through this.

I just wore this gadgety goodness to a business meeting and a few errands.  I am in love with the design.

There are four internal pockets to the Flounce About Jacket. Two of them are fairly commodious. They fit anything from a smartphone and keys to a Kindle with no real problems. Yes, this means you can slip a steno pad in there to take notes! The other two pockets are smaller – about the right size for a business card or credit card.

So, I didn’t need to take a purse to my business meeting.

Now, I’m sure you’re saying, “Yeah, but a lot of pockets make the garment bulky and clumsy. We all know what a cargo vest looks like.”

And you’d be wrong. This is the genius of the design. Yes, those pockets are big and can hold a lot of stuff. But they’re not sewn into the front panels of the garment. They hang from the front band so that the drape of the flounce skims over it without ever making it clear that there’s pockets in there with lots of stuff inside! The pockets also have a nice velcro closure, which makes them useful to carry more valuable things.This is smart designing.

I’ll probably make another one of these jackets in a heavier material as more of an inter-season coat and travel, as this is sheer genius.

Random Posts

• That Damn Asperger’s Meme (1)
• Rejection slips (6)
• Inner Hippie (0)
• Swimmin’ (0)
• Please, Sir, Can I Have Some More? (2)
• Fun Client Week (0)
• Are Wii Fit? (0)
• How to Make a Living From Home: a free course (2)
• My Lunch, Let Me Show You It (0)
• Walk n’Roll America (0)

I bought a 10 lb. turkey right after Thanksgiving for $0.48/lb.

What does a family of three get out of a turkey?

I had considered cutting it up and just using it as I would diced chicken, but I’m actually pretty fond of roast turkey, so I actually did just go ahead and roast the whole bird. It’s easy, doesn’t take long and my whole family is fond of roast poultry. I have a family of three – two adults and a teenaged boy. Let’s keep count of how many meals I got from Tom.

We had roast turkey one day. One meal for all of us. I cut up some of the roast meat to use in bentos the next day. That brings it up to two meals.

Then I used my Great Big Crock Pot to make enough Turkey Curry for three dinners family dinners and lunch one day for everyone in the family. That brings the count up to six meals.

Today, I put all the leftover meat and the bones in the Great Big Crock Pot again to make stock. Tonight we’re having Turkey and rice soup with enough left over for two more meals. That brings it up to nine meals. But there was still enough meat left over to freeze to use in a casserole, Turkey Pot Pie or some other meals. That brings it up to ten meals and I still have two quarts of turkey stock left over to use in soups, or whatever I feel like using stock for.

Not bad for one bird.

Here’s some of the recipes, just substituting turkey for chicken.

Chicken Pot Pie

This is an insanely easy dish. It also freezes well, as long as you make sure to drain the veggies very well.

Chicken Curry

This is actually a perfect crock pot meal, for anyone who uses that most wonderful of kitchen implements.  You have to have either a blender or a food processor for this recipe. 

I’ve been experimenting, and this is what I’ve come up with.  I expect I’ll perfect it as time goes on.  This recipe makes a LOT.  It’s good for company or if you like to have leftovers.  If you don’t have a 6 qt crock pot, you should cut this recipe in half. This freezes great.

Random Posts

• Day Four: To Have and Have Not (0)
• What is the DPI of a Lite-Brite? (0)
• New Album Release! (1)
• Travel Bento (0)
• A Fall Recipe (0)
• Another Turkey Post (0)
• Proud as Lucifer (0)
• Rewarding Yourself (1)
• What Do You Do When You’re Stuck? (0)
• Cruise!!! (1)