Re: More Food for Thought

In my earlier years we lived on homemade potato bread for everything except for an occasional loaf of Rosen's Rye. When we moved to Indiana when I was 10, we started eating something like Wonderbread - awful stuff. Anytime a family member would visit us from Chicago, they'd be sure to bring some Rosen's. The crust on that was so tough, your teeth had to fight with it - it was THAT GOOD! And delicious seeds. I can't believe it now when I see seedless soft rye bread available in stores. What IS the point? 

Kitty
neIN, Zone 5
----- Original Message ----- From: "james singer" <inlandjim1@q.com> 
To: <gardenchat@hort.net>
Sent: Sunday, January 11, 2009 3:53 PM
Subject: Re: [CHAT] More Food for Thought
We were always told that eating the crusts would make our hair curly-- which, for some reason, was supposed to be a good thing. But it wasn't 
until I moved away from home and began buying bread from a baker
rather than from a grocer that I discovered the joys of a good, chewy
crust.

On Jan 11, 2009, at 9:45 AM, Kitty wrote:


I am sitting here eating a delightful grilled cheese sandwich. I had
to use the heel for one side of the sandwich which I normally
wouldn't use for grilling because it is not level as are slices.
But um, yumm, that was good.

This got me thinking about how kids today (from what I have heard)
don't like bread heels.  Many go so far as to insist that mom cut
the crusts off. Strange, as I've always loved the end pieces of any
bread - mmm crust has more texture!

My guess is that this was subterfuge on their mom's part.  I grew up
having to fight 2 sister's for the heels and, being the youngest,
rarely won.  This was the coveted piece of bread and you couldn't go
out of turn, reaching to the back for it.  The end had to become
available after the slices were used.  Or you had to open a new
loaf , which was forbidden until the previous loaf was finished.  In
the case of homemade bread, you weren't allowed to just turn it
around and cut yourself some crust...there were rules!

So, as babyboomers grew up and had their own kids, they didn't
mention how good the crust was.  Instead, mom served the kids first
and then took the heel for herself.  The kids assume that mom is
being dutiful to her children, giving them the best and eating the
crummy (not crumby) stuff herself.  Then the day comes when mom's
eating a yogurt and the kids are getting sandwiches and there's just
enough bread left, but someone has to take the heel.  The wailing
and carrying on is deafening!  Hadn't they suffered enough when they
were told they had to eat their crusts?!  An END piece?  Are you
crazy?  Those are for adults!

Yeah, they are.

The end.

Kitty
neIN, Zone 5
----- Original Message ----- From: "Kitty" <kmrsy@comcast.net>
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Sent: Sunday, January 11, 2009 12:08 PM
Subject: Re: [CHAT] Food for Thought... Have you seen it?



Hi Cathy,
A touching story, but I have to ask...
Since she didn't know him, she wouldn't be expecting him, so what
did it
matter if he was late?

Kitty
neIN, Zone 5
----- Original Message ----- From: "Catharine Carpenter" <cathycrc@comcast.net 
>
To: "Carmel Akins" <carmakins@hotmail.com>; "Kayla Bunger"
<kbunger@earthlink.net>; "Kristin Hatton"
<mandkhatton@comcast.net>; "Cassie
Carpenter" <cassiecarpenter@gmail.com>; <gardenchat@hort.net>
Sent: Sunday, January 11, 2009 7:45 AM
Subject: [CHAT] Food for Thought... Have you seen it?



Received this from someone who I never expected would consider this
important..... Tried to send this once. Don't think you received
it .
Am trying again.
Cathy, west central IL, z5b






  How to Dance in the Rain

It was a busy morning, about 8:30, when an elderly gentleman
arrived to have stitches removed from his thumb. He said he was
in a
hurry as he had an appointment at 9:00 am.

I took his vital signs and had him take a seat, knowing it would be
over an hour before someone would be able to see him. I saw him
looking at his watch and decided, since I was not busy with another
patient, I would evaluate his wound. On exam, it was well healed,
so
I talked to one of the doctors, got the needed supplies to remove
his sutures and redress his wound.

While taking care of his wound, I asked him if he had another
doctor's appointment this morning, as he was in such a hurry. The
gentleman told me no, that he needed to go to the nursing home to
eat breakfast with his wife. I inquired as to her health. He told
me
that she had been there for a while and that she was a victim of
Alzheimer's Disease.

As we talked, I asked if she would be upset if he was a bit late.

He replied that she no longer knew who he was, that she had not
recognized him in five years now. I was surprised, and asked him,
'And you still go every morning, even though she doesn't know who
you are?'

He smiled as he patted my hand and said,

'She doesn't know me, but I still know who she is.'

I had to hold back tears as he left, I had goose bumps on my arm,
and thought,
'That is the kind of love I want in my life.'

True love is neither physical, nor romantic.
True love is an acceptance of all that is, has been, will be, and
will not be.
With all the jokes and fun that are in e-mails, sometimes there is
one that comes along that has an important message. This one I
thought I could share with you.

The happiest people don't necessarily have the best of everything;
they just make the best of everything they have.

I hope you share this with someone you care about.
'Life isn't about how to survive the storm, but how to dance in the
rain

 Do not worry about tomorrow,
for tomorrow will bring worries of its own.
Today's trouble is enough for today.






Cathy, west central IL, z5b

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