"What should I make for dinner?" I asked my older daughter when we were at the grocery store on a very cold February day. "Let's have wild rice soup," she said. "OK, I will find a recipe to try," I noted. I pulled out my phone and began checking some recipe sites for a soup recipe to adapt. "No, I want the kind in a package," she said. "That's high in sodium," my husband chimed in as he glanced in my direction.
Can you find your pulse? Try placing your index and third finger on the side of your neck to the side of your windpipe. You also can check your pulse on your wrist. Once you find your pulse, count the number of beats you feel in 15 seconds and multiply by four to determine your heart rate. Lots of factors can influence your heart rate, including your age, emotional state, smoking status, fitness level, body position and medications. On average, a pulse rate between 60 and 100 beats per minute is considered "normal," but check with your health-care provider for advice.
As I pushed a cart through a retail store, my husband motioned for me to join him. He was looking at something and grinning. When I reached the kitchen towel display, I laughed. I perused the funny sayings printed on the towels. He pointed at a towel that said, "Many have eaten here. Few have died." I think he would have bought the towel for me. However, I am not sure that would send the right message about our cooking to our guests. They probably suddenly would feel too full to eat anything.
Most of us have known someone who has been on a weight-loss diet, and perhaps the person lost a considerable amount of weight. Maybe you are pondering weight loss as a goal in the coming weeks or months. We hear weight-loss promotions all around us, especially as we begin a new year. In fact, the weight loss industry is worth more than $66 billion annually in the U.S. You may have seen late-night infomercials promoting exercise gadgets or supplements that promise quick fixes. These miracle potions and devices can be tempting.
"I just found out that our wired-in smoke detectors were recalled a few years ago," my husband told me one morning. I am sure my wide-eyed expression conveyed concern. We change the batteries regularly but we didn't know we had potentially defective smoke detectors. "I'm replacing all of the smoke detectors," he added quickly. "How did you find out they were recalled?" I asked. I didn't remember seeing any notice. "I looked it up online," he responded.
"I found the perfect gift for you," my husband grinned and said a few years ago. What did he find? I thought to myself. I awaited gift opening with anticipation. When I opened the neatly wrapped package, at first I couldn't figure out what it was. It was made of wood and folded flat in a box. "Oh, it's a photo easel," I said kind of feebly. "Well, that's nice." He looked a little disappointed in my reaction. "I bought it at a kitchen store," he added.
We have entered the season of gift giving and receiving. Think back to an earlier time when you were hoping for a particular gift. What was it? How did you know about it? Did you receive it? I really, really wanted an Easy Bake Oven. I saw it in the thick catalog that arrived every fall. As I gazed at the photo, I almost could taste the tiny cake that came out of a slot on the side of the oven. The little girl on the package beamed with pride. I showed the catalog picture to my mom. She thought that baking a two-bite cake with a light bulb was kind of silly.
"I have a question I've been meaning to ask you," a woman informed me one Sunday morning in church. I took a sip of coffee and leaned closer to see if I had an answer. I figured her question might be about food because I know she reads my column. "I have had some pumpkin bread in my freezer for about a year and I'm wondering if it is safe to eat," she continued. "Yes, it will be safe," I responded. "The quality will depend on how well it was wrapped, though. "How was it packaged?" I asked.
"We don't need any more canned green beans," my husband announced from the kitchen. I was sitting on the couch in the living room writing a grocery list for a holiday meal. I was wondering what had inspired his comment, so I walked into the kitchen. He had lined up 10 cans of green beans on the counter to make his point. You can guess who doesn't like canned green beans in our house. "We don't need any french-fried onions, either," he added.
We have entered the season associated with leftovers from large holiday meals. Who likes leftovers, anyway? Some people love leftovers, and some people do not. I eat food from the previous evening's meal almost every day. I often eat lunch with someone who does not like leftovers. I'm fairly sure I could use the term "detests" when leftovers are involved. My usual lunch of leftovers probably nauseates this person. We all have different relationships with foods, and leftovers may conjure up some memories.