if I’d just eaten some protein at breakfast I wouldn’t be grazing so much at lunch! I think the key is that I can’t let myself get too hungry or I become Godzilla destroying Tokyo, except the pantry is Tokyo. Then I think a slice of toast would be nice…. I may start with a healthy, small portion of something…then I might take just another small portion. I’m finding that when I do that, then at noon I feast. I‘m half-heartedly attempting intermittent fasting - waiting until noon to eat. I didn’t intend to talk about food today, but it’s almost 10am and I haven’t eaten yet. I love that there’s no preheating and cooking only takes a few minutes. My sister has mastered the art of sweet potato fries. I need to expand my repertoire, and I will, but right now I love making quick, crispy veggies in it. I even made some homemade pizza bites for the mister that received two thumbs up. I’ve also done cauliflower, green beans - those weren’t breaded, just crisped. A little marinara sauce for dunking and it makes a mighty fine lunch (salty and crunchy too). The coating was panko with a little grated parmesan. Yesterday I made zucchini fries for my lunch. And I do! I haven’t used it a ton yet, but what I’ve made so far has been DELICIOUS. I love my other Dash products (the egg cooker and the single waffle maker) so I knew I’d like this too. The basket is plenty big for a household of two. It comes in black, white, gray, red, and this adorable aqua. Not the large, family-sized units that take up an acre of counter space - but this Dash model. I’d rather skip dinner than skip my popcorn.įor Christmas my sister and I exchange gifts and we always choose something identical that we both desire. Air-popped popcorn with a shake of seasoning is now my salty, crunchy friend and I have it every day. That’s why I can’t have chips or chip relatives in the house. I never had much of a sweet tooth, salty and crunchy was my poison. When I was young there was rarely a heartbreak that couldn’t be eased with Ruffles and dip. I’m really awful about using food for love and/or comfort. A couple of nights ago I canceled the salad I had planned for dinner and made him pancakes and bacon. I listen, I decide whether he’s just venting or actually asking for input, then I give him food. I have a feeling I’m not as supportive as I used to be. Mickey is stressed from work and I’m his emotional support animal. To adopt a stream in Metro Nashville, visit Cumberland River Compact.There is absolutely NOTHING happening here on the Pullen patch. Standing in the spring sunshine, beside a freshly cleaned greenway stream, with seven delightful young community volunteers, I begged to differ. The message read, “UR cursed if UR reading this!” As we ate popsicles and cookies (provided by thoughtful friends who joined us after a morning of planting trees with Nashville Tree Foundation), we uncorked the mysterious bottle. The discovery of the day was a literal message in a bottle, which we saved until we had completed our garbage-grabbing rounds. In addition to paper and plastic debris, we excavated some cable cord, telephone pole cables, re-bar, and other heavy-metal detritus, along with a handful of Legos and toy cars.Ĭleaning a stream is a very cheerful chore with very visible results. Roughly speaking, we gleaned three giant sacks of cigarettes, beer cans, newspaper and grocery bags, and Styrofoam cups from a delicious, if controversial, fast-food chicken chain.
My son provided manpower in the form of a generous and tireless band of seventh-graders. The South African club adopted the stretch of waterway along the driveway of Nashville State Community College and my alma mater, Tennessee College of Applied Technology, several years ago, and they regularly clean the banks and bed throughout the year.Ĭumberland River Compact makes the task easy, supplying bright-orange vests, grabber tools, heavy-duty trash bags, and souvenir T-shirts, not to mention the all-important trash pick-up when the job is done. My son and a half-dozen classmates teamed up with Cumberland River Compact and Friends of South Africa to clean a stream along the Richland Creek Greenway. That’s what I was humming this weekend as we picked up trash along the Richland Creek Greenway for my youngest son’s bar mitzvah project. Whenever I see litter, I think, “Lawd, there ain’t no lower class than Tennessee trash.” But I gotta say, that ad made a lasting impression on 1976 me. In today’s inclusive world, I don’t suspect you could air a public service announcement equating a human to trash–even as double-entendre. When I was growing up in Nashville, there was an iconic anti-littering commercial featuring an unsavory motorist chucking garbage out of a jalopy and a song about “Tennessee Trash” playing in the background.
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