Today I’m doing that shocking job - cleaning out my kitchen pantry. I’m shocked because of the number of unused appliances I found there, plus beans and rice that must be several years old at the least, and ::gasp:: cat hairs! At the same time, I’m thrilled because I’m moving my stuff around and making a cleaner space for my kitchen goods.

One of thing I like about having a clean pantry is that I get to make decisions about what I’m going to put back. I just threw out a lot of the appliances - two old blenders, a broken toaster oven, a toaster I no longer use, my old tea kettle, and a hand mixer. I’m keeping the food processor, one blender, and the crock pot. That’s plenty for one old lady to use.

I have several boxes - one for the second hand store filled with pans and cups I no longer want to use. Another box with canned goods will go to the community food pantry. I’m giving my son a few boxes with foods only he will eat. And then there’s the small box of canned goods I’m keeping for my own use.

It feels good to get everything refreshed, polished, and organized.

Wow! Mombu Cuisine - a cooking forum - recommended this site and gave it an 8.4 rating. I’m happy with that.

Thanks Tager!

Country Kitchen Pantry Recommendation.

I work in a wonderful albeit tiny restaurant in my remote mountain town. I work part-time, five days/week. Three of those days I’m a secondary worker and someone else is lead worker. But on Saturday and Sunday, I’m the lead worker and another person takes the secondary job.

Today, Sunday, I was working with a young woman, about age 23… let’s call her Chelsea (NOT her real name). On weekends I have to chop all the vegetables and cook the sausage, and whatever else needs to be done along that line. This keeps me very busy and the other person is supposed to come in and put the ice in the salad bar, prepare the salad bar, fill the soda machine with ice, and do whatever else needs to be done to get the restaurant ready to open.

Well today Chelsea came in an hour early. Then she did everything she possibly could, including things that didn’t need to be done that early in the day, except she wouldn’t touch the dishes or the ice and salad bar. I waited for well over an hour before finally telling her that I needed her to do the ice and salad bar because I was too busy to do them.

Okay, she did that, then said, “That’s it - I’m finished.” As if there was nothing else to do. She went and folded boxes, filled sauce cups, and other things that didn’t need to be done. Finally I said, “You know, if you don’t have anything else to do, you could do those dishes.”

She did something else, then finally relented and did a few dishes, enough to barely cover the bottom of the dish drain. There were more dishes left over in the sink than were in the dish drain when she quit to go start fixing food for the day. I was still chopping vegetables at this time. So I finally got fed up and asked her if she had a problem with doing the dishes. In return she told me how “busy” she had been all morning since she got there.

I informed her that she shouldn’t always leave the dishes for the other person. She didn’t take this well and reacted in anger, professing her total innocence, but I informed her I’ve seen her avoid these jobs on many other occasions, and let her know I don’t appreciate it.

Yikes.

Well, here’s what I do. I always try to do the dishes for other people. Why? Because I know they’ll appreciate it. But when I see someone shirking responsibility and letting less-loved jobs go undone so others will have to do them, I get upset. I don’t like being dumped on any more than anyone else.

And who did 90% of the dishes for the rest of the day? - Me.

So here’s why I’m mentioning it here in my home and hearth journal. I’d just like to say - if you work with someone and there are certain tasks that nobody really likes to do, why not do those things? It will make your co-workers have warm, happy feelings toward you, plus will increase your sense of happiness as you help out others by making their loads lighter.

All the best to you,

Linda

Transitions, part three

Those of you who have given birth probably remember that the final part of labor is called the transition. I remember it well. I learned the Lamaze method for my first labor, did a refresher course for the second and third, and winged it for the last two. I did pretty good at controlling my response to pain during all five labors, except during that last part - called the ‘transition’. That was when things got rough. That was the only time I couldn’t stop myself from screaming due to overwhelming pain.

Transitions can be like that. If it is a difficult transition, something bad is happening that we’re reacting to by changing. For example a person might need to declutter their home, but if motivation is lacking, the house may stay messy for years. Then one day a child protective services caseworker might show up a the door and threaten to remove all the children. Now that’s something worth screaming about. Suddenly the parents go into hyperdrive and clean up their mess. They toss all the bric-a-brac and open the windows to let fresh air in. Life is better, but it took some terrible impetus to force change.

Transitions are often that way. We are getting so much stress from the way things are, we feel forced to change the conditions under which we live.

That’s what happened to me this time. My pants were getting tighter. Heaven forbid! I don’t mind buying new clothes, but not in a larger size! Besides, I want my health. I need it.

I put myself in health recovery mode, shut down my metabolism with the Lemonade Diet, and forced myself to reset my system. It had to be done.

Now I’m grateful to get a vegan sandwich… after ten days with nothing but lemonade and tea. To indulge in an apple rather than a slice of cheese seems luxurious, and altogether more clean than sticking more mucus into my body, especially after I went to so much trouble to get rid of it.

Transitions can be painful, but they are also bountiful. Just like in childbirth, where the worst pain gives forth the much-desired and longed for child, my food transition, ten days of fasting, has given forth a healthier and much more satisfying and healthy diet.

Transitions, part two

I was talking to a friend recently. She told me about her son who was complaining about the past and not resolving his present problems. Everything was blamed on things that had taken place more than twenty years ago. We tossed ideas back and forth for a while, then realized he can’t move forward with his life because he’s too busy looking backwards.

Rather than thinking about the future and how he’d like to enhance it, he was caught in the turmoil of a past he barely remembered. He fussed about his step-father, a man who he hadn’t seen since the age of six. Said step-father was held responsible for a drinking problem.

I wonder how many of you are looking forward instead of backwards. Hopefully, everyone is thinking about the wonderful future you’d love to have. And planning it.

By planning the future, I don’t mean just thinking about how much you would like to be rich, or have a shiny new car. I hope you’re writing down ideas on how you will achieve your goals. I hope you’re visualizing your future in vivid colors, getting ready to enjoy the amazing realities you can bring into focus by starting today to make things happen, one tiny baby step at a time.

If you’re a fence sitter in the future planning business, think about it. Will you spend your time complaining about the people and situations of your past, or will you look forward to a bright, happy, useful future? The choice is yours.

Part Three: The Pain of Labor