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Eating out

Colleen likes to eat out. Wouldn’t you? No cooking. No dishes. Someone does all the work. And you reap the benefits! Besides, it’s fun to eat different. As I mentioned, I try to take a picture every day. Some days it’s restaurants and food. Ummmm… I like to eat out too. Too much can be bad for your diet. Diet? Eat out? Sometimes the temptation is too great!

I have a thing about ordering Thai curry puffs. They are no particular big deal. But, the restaurant in NYC never had them though they were on the menu. They were always out. It’s like being hungry when you were a kid. Later in life, you just can’t resist ordering them because you can. So, I do!

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CJ Maggies

Here’s a shout out to the worst restaurant I’ve eaten in quite some time. Service – poor. The waiter couldn’t get us silverware…until eventually…. Food – made by underage kids. It could not have been a cook. Fried zucchini – they dumped batter over the pieces. And then fried the whole glop. Egg rolls – they didn’t even separate the frozen things before they deep fried them. They arrived as a lump of oily glop… on a bed of lettuce. I guess they did not think we would notice how horrible the food was. They thanked us for coming in. The table across the way – they never noticed – father and daughter were on the phone their whole meal long. Good way to miss the errors. No, no, there will be no second chance.


Extra size me

Obesity. It’s all around us. And it is a problem. From my perspective I wonder at the health issues you face. I worry about the surgical issues should you need an operation. You are on a road to die early. But then, you want a miracle intervention that will save you. Nuh uh, it’s not so simple. I once had an anesthesia team refuse to put a young woman to sleep for surgery. Fine, write down a note and refuse. They chickened out and admitted her for pre-surgery care to qualify her for surgery. They warned me never to consider operating upon her again. All I know, I fear for you. I will not be doing any more operations. I can kick that can on down the road now.


Nostalgic

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Dairy Queen. Tastee Freez. They were competing chains in Elkins when I grew up. Fast food, milk shakes, and soft serve cones. Hamburger, fries before McD was born. Tastee Freez still lives. Small but alive. Dairy Queen is around. How about one of the original early stores? Pretty small. But it’s there, running, and original. I haven’t been in one in forever (decades, many). I’m almost ready to go again. Meanwhile, here’s an original still serving up the customers. It was a toss-up, but, we leaned toward Tastee Freez as kids.


Moral dilemma

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We have a lot of discussion about the world. Do you recycle? Do you know that much of it goes to China? It’s not turned into renewable things. It’s just trash in China. How about chicken? Here’s how they transport them. Don’t tell me about the awful conditions they are treated in Delaware. Organic eggs cost nearly $5 a dozen as opposed to $2.09. You decide. By looking at an egg I can tell that you did not lie and that that egg came from a happy chicken? It’s tortuous thinking. As I said, we debate a good many things. $5 or $2, it’s a dilemma.


Falafel

I made these! Proud?! You bet. They taste authentic. They are inexpensive street food in Saudi. They are a bit more expensive in Delaware. I always ate osso bucco in Italian restaurants. It seemed so complicated till I found out how dead simple it was to make. And falafel are a lot of pots and pans, but they are so easy to make in quantity. So, I will not be ordering them any longer. Its secret has been revealed and I can make them with ease.


Sharp

Don’t do this at home. This is a mandolin. Years ago, Lisa forbade me from using one. Ha! Is it sharp? Yup, very! I’ve been cut before. Never so badly… Two of my assistants in Saudi managed to cut me with a scalpel. That was harrowing. And, stupid… very, on my part. In all my years as a surgeon I was never cut before that. Now, I’m cut again. If you are squeamish, I, at least, did not show you gore. It was pretty bloody. Nothing to be done if you shave off your finger nail and part of the nail bed. Ugh!! The bleeding stopped. “All bleeding stops.”  – operating room motto. How? It was an unforced error; I was momentarily distracted by Colleen. She is now on a short distinct list. I won’t forget her. Ha!

Epilogue: The nail has grown back, almost. I cringe to think of the wound. I not only forgave Colleen, I married her. The ham dinner was a success. Only one guest, Kathy, noticed I was cut.


Reading

The Beatles – Come and Get It Lyrics | Genius Lyrics https://genius.com › B › The Beatles

Oct 28, 1996 – Come and Get It Lyrics: If you want it, here it is / Come and get it / Make your mind up fast / If you want it, any time / I can give it / But you better ..

Labels. Read ‘em? I was looking over my Clementines this morning. “Wax Protected” they spray them with wax. Don’t use the rind for cooking or baking! Maybe, wax is good for you. Or, how did the Moroccans get tagged to label and warn me here in DE. Hmmmm, Morocco? Is that what it has come to? We get our fresh fruit from so far away. It must cost to send fruit by plane. Oh?! No?! By ship? How old are these things anyway? When were they picked and how long did they ship? Made in the USA? Nope, nada, hardly. Oy! But, cheap! I forgot to read the label. There’s no free lunch.


Never alone

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You have seven cats, you never eat alone. I admit I have trained them poorly. They join me at/on the table whenever I eat. It’s a habit that I allowed to develop. My bad. I have discovered that the cats are not discriminatory but they do have preferences. Some but not all like chicken, beef, or pork. And then there’s always shrimp. I’m a softie. However, there are vegetarian meal. Then they are out of luck. But, there’s always cheese!


Do it yourself

Well, this was a first for me. I’m old. This is my first lobster. I don’t eat lobster. Nope! Nada! Never! Ok! But sometimes a bit of lobster bisque. I like the wine flavor. I’ve cooked/steamed lobster. I didn’t like that either. Afterward I turned over the carcass to the eater. The most fun I have had is in shooting a lobster. Yeah yeah, I mean photographing one while scuba diving. But finally, I am subject to the dissection. My companion would eat it steamed but had never taken one apart. At least I knew the theory. Oh, the mess! And the smell of lobster juice on your fingers… no! I did not do anything more than dissect… nary a taste. When you consider that: how you say the title can have two different meanings. I prefer a command interrogative, not entirely accurate but it sounds good. Now that I have broken down a lobster, bring it on!