The Epic Battle: Ketchup vs. Mustard

I grew up on Long Island, NY, with a very specific food culture. Were I grew up, there were delis specializing in home cured deli meats, sausages, and salads, frying up egg sandwiches from the grill. Bakeries specializing in things like bowties, challah, and real crusty Italian bread. I grew up and even worked in bagel stored serving big, glossy, chewy, hot bagels, and pizza parlors serving pies with thin, crisp, yet chewy crust, oozing with cheese. (If you're not hungry yet, you will be).

I grew up where mustard is served on Nathan's Hotdogs and ketchup is served on All-American Hamburgers and French Fries. We drank soda in cans. All was orderly in the world.

When my family traveled outside the tri-state metro area, we were greeted by the oddities of different American food culture. We visited places where pop was sipped from a tin. We found subs instead of heros. But worst of all was the first bite of a burger from a fast food stop. The surprising addition of mustard to our burgers was the most horrifying thing we could think of.

We quickly adapted and learned to order our burgers without mustard in out thick Lawn-guyland accents. Ketchup is sweet and salty, a glorious addition to a fatty burger to create the holy trinity of food addiction. You can add cheese. You can add lettuce or tomato. But really, it has to be ketchup.

Fortunately, hotdogs were more of a self-serve food item. Mustard for hotdogs is about spice and acid. The salty more sweet versions take to a brown spicy mustard that cuts the fat with a sharp tangy boost. Adding the sweet of ketchup just makes it taste like a lollipop on a bun.

Is what they say true? You can't teach an old dog new tricks? Would the foods of my childhood always remain my favorites? Or can we learn to appreciate the flavors that once repelled us?

Now that I have reached a time in my life when I have lived Upstate as many years as I have lived in Massapequa, I have eaten plenty of different kinds of burgers and dogs. I've taken the time to try burgers with mustard, pickles, even blue cheese. I've tried my dogs with a combo of mustard and ketchup. I get it now. A sharp, spicy mustard cuts the fat as a tart pickle would. It adds a layer of flavor beyond the trinity. I might even say it elevates it.

But I won't. While I can appreciate mustard on my burger, I don't want it there. Give me sloppy, sweet and salty ketchup. Heck, I'd even prefer barbecue sauce to mustard. While I won't turn down a burger with mustard, I'm not really interested in switching.

Ketchup for burgers. Mustard for hot dogs. Hands down.

Letters to Grandma and Grandpa

My grandmother passed away in March. At 101 she left behind quite a legacy--and a lot of stuff. My parents have spent several days wading through personal items like photos, gifts, greeting cards, and paperwork dating back as early as 1960! Some of the more interesting items include stacks of letters from family members that were dated and stashed.

The earliest of my notes.
I clearly needed a penmanship lesson.

My grandparents were snow birds and traveled to Florida every fall and winter. I never saw them for the holidays, or for my birthday, which is in January. So I wrote them during those months. She saved several letters I wrote her as a child. I don't know if this is all of them. And reading through them is more than amusing.

The funny thing is, I don't remember any of the letter writing, or any responses. Oddly, I do recall the stationary.

Yes, I wished my Jewish grandparents
Merry Christmas!

From reading them, I often had a cold or cough when I wrote. I shared the weather and some other activity going on at the time.

I wrote about my birthday party at Farrels, a restaurant chain that no longer exists on the east coast, mostly taken over by Friendly's. And it seems I was often headed to a New York Arrows game.

It is strange to have this glimpse into my childhood. As I get older, there seems to be so many gaps in my memory. Minor occurrences have disappeared from history, and only the selected few remain. I recall some of the things I wrote about. I remember the birthday party and the soccer games. But the letter writing? Not a chance.

It seems letter writing is a long lost art. I stopped sending paper letters in the early 1990s when I discovered e-mail. I may have sent some postcards up through the early 2000s. Facebook and texting and emailing photos have replaced that. Heck, I blogged my second honeymoon! I love the instant gratification of it all. Not having to wait for a postcard two weeks after your relative has returned from their trip is really nice.

Even as electronic communication allows us to save more of our past in less space, we save less. I do not have the emails from my ex boyfriend that we sent each other in college. I met my husband in an online chat room, and none of those correspondences are saved. I do not save store-bought greeting cards. It is all gone.

Cursive circa 1984! And what is that doodle?

Here is a relic from the 1980s. Here is my handwriting. Here are my thoughts. This is part of who I was or how I wanted my grandparents to see me. Here are the doodles. Here is the stationary I liked.

Yet, who this person was who wrote it? I think I know as much about her as you do. Most of what she did, how she spent her days, what she hoped, is gone from my memory, save some photos from parties, vacations, and family events.

I'm only 39. How little will be left at 60 or 80? Does it matter? I'm a different person now. These things shaped me, but they may be gone.

Now that I have fully depressed myself...I think, if I ever have children, I will try to create and save these items. It was very interesting to see. And someday, it will be all we have of that time... except what was posted to facebook and twitter. They keep everything.

On women's health and privilege.

I just read Angelina Jolie's OpEd in the New York Times about her decision to have a preventive double mastectomy after testing positive for the breast cancer gene BRCA1. She titles it "My Medical Choice." It is an amazing and wonderful thing that she has knowledge about her health risks and options to deal with them. Without a cure for cancer, this is the next best thing for taking control of one's own health care and future.

I have loved Angeline Jolie as an actor ever since her performance in my favorite coming of age film, Foxfire, based on the Joyce Carol Oates novel of the same name. I love her work for the United Nations and all she has done for refugees around the world. And I love her now for raising awareness of the options for women looking to prevent breast and ovarian cancers.

What her piece highlights for me is the very different worlds she and I live in. As a woman of privilege, she is able to make a fully informed decision about her health care. She can access state of the art genetic testing to better understand her risks. Then, with this knowledge, she can choose from several options for prevention and screening.

Breast cancer alone kills some 458,000 people each year, according to the World Health Organization, mainly in low- and middle-income countries. It has got to be a priority to ensure that more women can access gene testing and lifesaving preventive treatment, whatever their means and background, wherever they live. The cost of testing for BRCA1 and BRCA2, at more than $3,000 in the United States, remains an obstacle for many women.

For me, as I also consider myself a woman of privilege, I could probably afford the $3,000 for the genetic test, which would be a hardship, but not completely out of reach. Then, if I tested positive, I could consider some of the options, but first I would have to see what my health insurance company covers. I will never have access to the best surgeons in the country as Jolie did, nor will I be able to receive care at the Pink Lotus Breast Center or any place like it. But I might be able to get a double mastectomy and reconstructive surgery with my limited health insurance, again, at some significant cost. I could probably scrounge up the funds or take out a loan.

For millions of other women in the United States, none of these options are available. They do not have health insurance, nor do they have access to the thousands of dollars for just the genetic screening.  They likely will not even receive a breast cancer screening. For them, they wait until something goes seriously wrong. They find the lump, if they are lucky; but then what? Without health insurance, how does she even seek treatment? 

I don't need to take this to its conclusion. You get the picture.

Angelina Jolie is brave. She is an important voice in the fight for women's health. I hope she can speak louder on behalf of the millions of women for which these options are out of reach. The advances in breast cancer prevention and treatment are truly remarkable. We should ensure that all women can access them.

This is why I support the Affordable Care Act. It is one step closer to ensuring that all women have access to the screening, prevention, and treatment afforded to Angelina Jolie. It is the moral and right thing to do for all Americans.

On entertaining

It has been a VERY long time since I have had a guest over for dinner at my home. Something like three years.

It makes me sad to think about it. I love to cook and take care of friends. Making cocktails and munchies, finding the perfect playlist, and preparing a special meal. Laughter and good times. I'd grill veggies, create a mini fiesta of tacos and burritos, shrimp with couscous, and all sorts of things. I miss entertaining and hosting terribly. Sitting on the couch with a glass of wine and talking until midnight.

But life has been extremely complicated. And the longer the break from entertaining, the more distant the idea, the messier the house got. The messier the house, the more daunting the idea of cleaning. It became a terrible cycle that needed to be broken. And there's a little bit of shame and embarrassment thrown in there too.

Life throws things at you sometimes that you can't handle with the grace and strength you thought you had. But it's okay. Because I think in losing part of myself, I found another part I did not know existed. The part who is patient, and kinder, and more strategic. I became more appreciative of friends who have stuck by me, and who have been kind and patient.

And now I'm letting go of things that keep me down. Letting go of some of the fears that kept me from my friends and family. Not caring about things that used to make me cry. I started by cleaning. One room. Then another. Then, to get me over the hump, I just did it. I invited a good and understanding friend over for dinner. And with a little help from hubby, made the house presentable.

Homemade tortilla chips and mango salsa. Margaritas. Vegetarian burritos and braised brussel sprouts. Good conversation. All the things that make me happy. I'm so glad I got here.

Better Than Popcorn

Yesterday afternoon, I came home with a plan: to veg in front of my television and watch movies until I fall asleep. But first, I had to take on dinner.

As I was preparing the meal, I was daunted by the very large bag of kale I bought from BJs earlier in the week. What on earth was I going to do with all this kale? I had already chopped some up into tomato sauce for pasta and hubby even included some in the crock pot for turkey earlier in the week. However, there was still a lot of kale.

Then it hit me. Instead of popcorn for my veg night, I could make kale chips! I made kale chips before and enjoyed them immensely.

I tore the leaves off their woody stems; sprinkled it with olive oil, salt and pepper; and rubbed the leaves until they were fully covered. Then I baked it at 300 degrees for about 15-20 minutes until they became light and crispy (but not brown). Finally, the thing that made this batch special...I sprinkled the finished product with nutritional yeast, an ingredient I had bought for a single recipe over the December holidays.

Voila! This was perfection! If you have ever craved popcorn for movie watching, please try this. You will NOT be disappointed. The chips are so light and crisp they melt in your mouth. The bitter green taster gives way to an earthy flavor. Then, the nutritional yeast adds a creamy, nutty, almost cheesiness to each delectable bite. Oh my goodness, why did I wait so long to make these?!

A new beginning

The last time I posted to this blog was just over two years ago. I was in the middle of an extremely rough patch in my life, to say the least. My husband and I were both unemployed and I was just beginning a new position.  

The two years following have been full of obstacles, hardship, joys, pain, and learning opportunities--too many to outline in any blog. The rough patch is still ironing itself out, but my mind is beginning to refocus.

I need to write. I realize I need to write in order to be happy. Being confined to only write about certain things has left a lump in my throat that needs to be cleared. So this post is titled "a new beginning " because I feel like I need to start over and almost erase the previous posts. But I won't. I need to write to be whole. So today, I will start writing.

How the Right Wing Uses Liberal Guilt to Defeat the Left

Again? Have we learned nothing?

First James O’Keefe went after ACORN. Even though the video used to defund the organization was later determined to be a fraud, liberals buckled under the pressure. The Congressional vote, even under Democratic control, voted to ban ACORN from receiving federal funding. The right wing plan worked and ACORN went out of business across the country.

Earlier, Laila Rose had begun her “undercover investigations” of an even more popular brand: Planned Parenthood. These edited clips, along with false and misleading information about abortion rates for women of color are being used in an attempt to defund Planned Parenthood. The right-wing controlled House of Representatives wasted no time in voting to ban Planned Parenthood from receiving federal funding as one of their first acts of 2011.

Now Mr. O’Keefe is back. This time, posing as a Muslim donor to National Public Radio (NPR) recording the director of fundraising making disparaging remarks about conservatives and the Tea Party. In this case, a fundraiser, not a reporter was forced to resign for making a biased statement. Shortly thereafter NPR’s chief executive also resigned. No doubt, NPR will be next on the budget chopping block. Oh, wait, it was already defunded by the House along with Planned Parenthood.

And for some reason, the general public has not noticed this organized effort to attack and dismantle popular and vital programs that benefit our communities. Shame on the media for not making these connections for us and shame on progressives for cowering in response. Lawmakers are eating it up as an opportunity to finally get rid of these things they hate so much.

Enough is enough.

How is it that one afternoon a perfectly competent employee can be doing good work and the next moment he or she is thrown into turmoil, and unemployment. Why are progressives so caught up in their liberal guilt that they cannot just admit to a mistake and move on without allowing for the destruction of a perfectly good organization?

Fortunately, Planned Parenthood is fighting back. If you haven’t seen the pink bus "Truth Tour", you really should take a look. They are following the lying anti-choice zealots around the country with their truth bus, debunking lies and spreading the word about Planned Parenthood’s important work.

I hope that NPR does not fall victim to these attacks and fights back too. It is time for progressives to release themselves from the liberal guilt that allows them to agree to the punishments of the right wing because of deceptions and mistakes. And it is time for us to say “hell no!” to our members of Congress if they dare defund these vital community programs.