Where hubby has a fit

After our switch to a plant-based diet, I decided to go to a dietitian and make sure we weren’t missing anything vital for our health. I should add that my lovely hubby, in his wisdom, has taken a much more relaxed approach to the entire plant-based idea…(His version includes the odd cheese burger).

The dietitian looked to be about 15, super cheerful and typed at the speed of light. She inspected everything in my 3-day food journal and declared I was off to a good start. However…she did make some recommendations.

Some were easy, like adding ground flax seeds to meals to get Omega 2 and 3. Some were not so easy and some were…well tough. Namely, she said we shouldn’t drink coffee or tea before or after a meal. 1 to 2 hours before or after a meal (apparently those drinks stop the absorption of nutrients from your body).

When lovely hubby heard that particular recommendation, he nearly had a heart attack. Being British, tea is akin to having a heartbeat for him and he flat our refused to do it. He quoted his elderly mother who drinks at least 8 cups of the stuff a day and is alive and kicking today, he then said tea is actually good for your health and where did she get her information and what credentials did she have and where did she do her research and he’d like to talk to her supervisor….Everything in moderation, he added before saying he had to protect an entire nation of tea drinkers as it’s their national drink…ahem.

Instead of tea, the dietitian had suggested drinking warm water with lemon. So, I tried it…and it was disgusting. Well, not completely disgusting but more like a medical cure than a drink to enjoy after dinner. It smelled and tasted like NeoCitran…I almost felt sick at the end of it. Certainly nothing like a lovely cup of tea or coffee.

The very next day I had a cup of coffee in protest…it was delicious.

However, I did go online and found that the very young dietitian was right, at least about the lemon water. Here and here and here…and the list could easily continue. Apparently, warm lemon water is the best thing for you. Sigh.

 

Where my blender dies…

Our blender died. Yeap. Our super especial, royally cheap blender died. Lovely hubby immediately decided it was my fault even though it died while he was using it. Apparently I didn’t put enough water in it (right) and the thing died because of it. Sure.

Anyway, we headed to Costco where we stared at the appliances wondering about buying a new one because we’re totally addicted to our fruit smoothies. But the things on the shelf there were at least $400 and looked both massive and super serious. Knowing our ability to break things, I said that’s ridiculous and nope. Then lovely hubby found a strange contraption for $99 and he immediately thought that was the thing to get. I wasn’t so sure.

The thing he had found wasn’t a blender…it was some sort of blender-wanna-be thingy that managed to look both new and super dodgy. So I said, nope and, since I never say no, we left and headed to our trusty appliance outlet.

The outlet is super odd and dodgy. The ceiling leaks, the door is broken and only one till works. Still the deals there are awesome, so in we went. There we got a new blender for $39. Delighted, we headed home…where we found out our new blender was…well, not so new and it was rusty, dirty and smelled…

That’s also when I remembered that our outlet doesn’t give you your money back. It only gives you credit in the store IF you have the original receipt AND you bought the item within 7 days.
And that’s when lovely hubby threw a hissy fit.

So, today we have to head back to the Costco outlet to see if we can get credit in the store. Go back to Costco (where we have been on a daily basis since Friday) and get that bullet-blender-wanna-be thingy.

I’m pretty sure that thingy is not going to work. But, having witnessed one hissy fit, I have no desire to see another. Who knows that contraption might work.

Obviously an update is coming your way soon.

Those boots are made for winter

My incredibly organized husband just found these in the basement.

Yeap. They're snow boots.

Yeap. They’re snow boots.

Finding them, sort of raises more questions than answers.

What has he been wearing all winter? What else could be hidden in our basement? How does he manage to get dressed and out the door in the mornings?

 

Where I try my hardest

My hubby is not only completely tech-incompetent, he also happens to be a therapist. Since it is 2017 and not 1880, he has finally accepted that he needs an online presence and his own site. Well…since he can barely turn on the TV, he asked me to set up his site. Apparently, I’m web savvy.

So, I thought I’d share my attempt with you. Keep in mind, I’m no web designer. Still if you’re interested in looking, here it the site as it stands now: https://johnltaylorpsychotherapist.wordpress.com

Ahem, not to shy away from some shameless self-promotion, he also does counselling through Skype.

Oops

My lovely hubby decided to do laundry. I guess he wanted things to be really, really clean, because when the laundry finished, instead of clean, wet clothes I saw this…

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He didn’t even ask this time if he was going to make it on the blog. Progress.

A very different book review…

Okay, this one is certainly way out there. I usually don’t read books like this. I’m very weary of diet fads and suspicious of extreme changes in food. I like eating a variety of foods and not feeling deprived or strict.

Now, lately, I started trying to cook. I’ve had some results that were good and some that we such a disaster the dogs wouldn’t eat the stuff. For some reason, I chose to start cooking vegan meals (I hoped that at least with plant-based ingredients, I wouldn’t kill anyone with salmonella). Looking around for good recipes, I kept hearing about this book “The China Study”, so finally, I bought it.

(credit: amazon.com)

(credit: amazon.com)

Well, the book is really incredible. I won’t give it justice because I can’t replicate the clear explanations that Dr. Campbell uses in his book. But I will tell you his story.

He was born in a dairy farm and ate the diet that his family thought was very healthy. An animal-based diet of meat, dairy, vegetables and fruits. They tried to eat mostly things they grew on the farm and he grew thinking that was best. He went to university, got his Ph.D. and continued to try and prove that way of eating was best.

It was only when he went to Vietnam and saw studies to the contrary that he started to research his theory and, after 30 years of searching and doing the biggest study of nutrition ever done, he concluded that animal protein is not the healthiest thing for humans and it actually can be harmful.

I can’t reproduce the impact of this book on the reader in a tiny review. I can only say that it was impressive and I was pretty skeptic when I started reading it. If you’re concerned about health or trying to improve your diet, you might want to pick this book up.

And yes, me and my lovely hubby are seriously considering becoming vegan…I’ll let you know how that experiment goes.

Where I ramble about my coffee shop

I have some time away from work and I’ve indulged myself today. I’m at the coffee shop in the town near our home and it’s just so lovely to sit here, sip away at my coffee while the soft chatter of other patrons rambles on.

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(credit:Wallpapers)

There’s something so friendly about coffee shops. The atmosphere is relaxed, there’s the scent of coffee everywhere and some soft music in the background. Just lovely.

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(credit:Pixabay)

My hubby is coming and he’ll want to do things but, for right now, I can indulge in just sitting, sipping coffee and writing. Hm…

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(credit:7 Themes)

This particular coffee shop is filled with funny, quirky little characters who never seem to leave. There’s a young man who talks incessantly to anyone who sits near him. There’s an odd, elderly woman who always comes in to do the daily crossword and gets upset if anyone else takes her seat. There’s a ragged man who refuses to listen to the sign at the window and comes in every day to use the bathroom but never gets a drink. And there are always a couple of teens laughing and tapping on their phones. They’re trying to look sophisticated and worldly but fail miserably when they sneak a look around to see who’s watching.

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(credit:java-nation.com)

The food isn’t particularly very good here or cheap but no one cares. The gift of the place is the massive windows dominating one side of the store that face downtown and let people sit by to dream, read, write or chat. There’s a fireplace at the end, but no one really sits there. Instead, everyone wants the seats by the ceiling-to-floor windows. The shop inhabitants often sit nearby and when those seats become available they pounce, moving with impressive speed.

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(credit:Church Designer Magazine)

The lady who serves the coffee is Tori. She’s been here for years and years and knows everyone. The pay isn’t great in this place, but Tori doesn’t care. Like most of the patrons, she loves to chat. Talking to her is like getting the local version of Entertainment Tonight.

Oh, here’s the washroom-using-man. Right on time. 😀

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(credit: Natural Health 365)

 

My husband, the handy man.

We inherited our mailbox when we bought our house and though it wasn’t an example of postal beauty by any means, it did do its job. Lately, however, it was starting to lean decidedly backwards which caused all the snow that fell on it to land squarely inside and wet our mail.

Now, I’m the type to just let the mail air-dry and appreciate the crinkling it does once dry but my lovely hubby had other ideas. No mailbox of his was going to sit there, staring up into the sky if he could do anything about it. So, armed with duck tape and the dogs, he went to fix it.

This is our mailbox now.

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No need to say anything more, is there?

A surprising holiday gift

A little while ago, I moaned on this little blog that my beloved computer had died. I finally got it back and we have renewed our loving relationship. However, it didn’t have Word working on it. The computer kept asking me for the Key Number and the box was lost in the depths of our basement.

Along the same time, I got a little surprise from D. Emery Bunn, a writer and editor who I believe will go far. He had finished the second book in his series Darkness Trilogy and wanted me to have a look at it. I had checked out his first book, Darkness Concealed and loved it, so I was super excited that I got his second book as a holiday gift.

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The only problem was that his book was in Word.

Here is where the magic of the holidays came back in because today, my lovely hubby (who loses more things than the Bermuda Triangle) found the Key for me.

I’ve started reading Darkness Revealed…

I’m pretty pumped. And I’m pretty scared. This is not a book for the faint of heart.

But you can bet there’ll be a review in your future of the book… 🙂

If we were having coffee…

If we were having coffee I’d tell you that my hubby is away for the weekend at a therapists’ conference. They’re doing something like psychodrama…I think. Whatever it is, he’s delighted to go and I’m alone with our two fluffy pooches this weekend.

I’d share that post-election around here, in Canada, we’re still pretty stunned at the results and continue to watch our TV’s in disbelief. I’m hoping that the new President, no matter how surprising his election, will help the US prosper and the world get to a better place. He’s certainly making changes already.

I’d tell you that I’m suddenly cooking. It’s something very new to me and it has surprised everyone who knows me…including myself. I’m trying vegan dishes and so far, have done a couple that taste awesome. I’d probably share a recipe that works really well for mashed potatoes and cauliflower…but you’d probably get up to get a coffee refill just to avoid that subject.

Finally, I’d drink my coffee. With a cup in hand, I can handle just about anything.

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(credit: wikimedia)

Note: #weekendcoffeeshare is a meme from Part-Time Monster.