I just want you to know I miss my brother terribly. He had me so spoiled. He was the chief cook and bottle washer when he lived with me for three years. And boy, could he cook. I am a recipe girl myself, but my brother, Allen, could look in the refrigerator, pantry and/or freezer and come up with ideas in his head that would turn into fabulous restaurant quality meals.
Allen now lives in China teaching English as a second language, and loves it so much it may be years before he returns home. The reason I am telling you this is because now I have to cook for myself. Allen will have been in China one year as of January 16. When he left I committed myself to eating healthy, and not resorting to junk food for ease. What this means for you is that the recipes I post I have cooked, and I approve. Who knew you could roast cabbage? That was a happy find while I was searching for something different to do with a bone-in chicken breast. Both of those recipes are at the bottom of this post.
This past Thursday I was having dinner with my friend, Tammy. Tammy is leaving next Tuesday, January 27, to go to China also to teach English as a second language. So, as an aside, if you know of anyone who is unemployed, and wants an adventure, let me know and I will hook them up. Anyway, we had dinner at Mehan’s Public House in Sandy Springs, Georgia. What a nice surprise in that they had a ton of gluten free and Paleo options.
Well, I lost my mobile phone that night. I discovered my phone was missing when I was in Trader Joe’s, and I reached for it so that I could look at my grocery list using my SplashShopper app. I returned to the restaurant, and no one had turned it in. OK, that’s the bad news. The good news is that I did have insurance on it, I was able to go online once I returned home, call the insurance company. They wiped my phone immediately so no sensitive material could be retrieved off of the phone, and sent me a next generation phone that I received by noon the next day.
I was lost for twelve hours. . . .
I remember the days of the party line. The phone was connected to the wall. If you weren’t home, then the person calling had to call you back, and you certainly didn’t know if anyone had called at all. I remember having to ask the operator to place a long distance call. Then technology progressed. Although the first mobile phone was invented in 1973, I remember my first answering machine was bought in 1984, and thinking just how cool it was that when you returned home, you knew who had called you while you were gone. And a few years later you could actually retrieve your messages remotely from said machine. Fast forward to today . . . my smartphone has replaced my land line. I carry it with me wherever I go, and I am never disconnected.
But, do I really use my phone as a phone? No . . .
For the twelve hours that I didn’t have my phone: I missed my GPS app called Waze to navigate around the city. On my way home from my dinner with Tammy it was raining very hard, and the traffic was terrible. Waze would have rerouted me so I would not have had to deal with the bad traffic. The next morning I went to look at my phone to see how cold it was outside so I would know what weight jacket to wear when I went to the store (I had to walk out on the porch and figure it out). I was cooking some Paleo bread for a friend of mine, and I had to use the timer on the stove (I like the timer on my phone because I can hear it if I am not in the kitchen). I weigh myself daily to make sure I’m on the right track, and log my weight into my phone using MyFitnessPal.
My phone is my calendar, address book (remember the old daytimer?), flashlight (they still come in all sizes), encyclopedia (mine was the Book of Knowledge that took up an entire two-shelf bookcase), and then there is Words with Friends (yes, they still make the Scrabble board game). If I wanted to, I could watch TV or read a book on my phone. Don’t forget my SplashShopper app that I mentioned above. Occasionally I use it to call people, but not often.
We are all connected. We are all One, whether by phone or consciousness.
Here are the recipes I promised. I am a cabbage purist. I never really liked cabbage until my mother-in-law turned me on to simply steaming it and tossing it with butter and salt and pepper. That’s all you need. But, this recipe for cabbage steaks was so good I made it two nights in a row. Click the pictures for the recipes.
Remember to cook with organic, or at least non-GMO foods.
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