Month: May 2021

We have returned from spending another glorious weekend in Los Altos, with our newly acquired family; the Garcia’s, et al.

There is nothing quite like the peace, and quiet of the small town, puebla, that is Los Altos. There are less than five thousand inhabitants, however, you would never know there were that many people living there. As I already said, it is quiet; and, unlike here, there are no dogs barking incessantly.

The air is fresh, and cold at night, but fresh and cool during the day. We require a thermal shirt over a tee shirt during the day, so the thermal can be removed on the chance of it getting too warm. But at night, even in the house, a thermal, plus a vest, or jacket, or sweater is necessary.

There is no central anything in the house; nothing but love. It makes for the absolute best nights sleeping ever. The first night anyway. The second night is usually a toss up. But the first night, Friday night, we both slept at least seven hours; I think Ivan slept for nine. Talk about recharged! It was marvelous.

And no one cares that we were not up in time for breakfast. When we got up, Maria, Jesús’ mom, always has hot water ready for a cup of coffee for us. That, and a bag of pastries. Remember, here, the pastries are not cloyingly sweet. They have just enough sugar to be enticing, making you want to finish the piece; about two hundred and seventy degrees different than the pastries up North. That is another one of the myriad things I love about being here.

We are back now, and, I am happy to report, the plants have all survived. In fact, I do believe they have thrived without this worry wart always hovering. Lesson learned. Plus, do not forget that I have, and am following the new app I got, Plantin. It is just what I needed. One of these days I will upload some photos of the beauties.

Not today, however. Today is Monday, and I have scads of laundry to do. Please stay happy, stay healthy, stay safe. Wash your hands, cover your mouth, and protect your loved ones. I am off to enjoy the delights of washing day. Adios.

Being ill has absolutely nothing to recommend it. There is so much to be done, once you feel better, that it is not worth the time, or effort, to be ill. I do not want to do that again.

We went out today, paid our utilities, went to Costco, then, in the same parking garage, to Soriana. It was mostly a vegetable run, as we were completely out of all edible produce. It is hard to put together a meal without vegetables. I wanted to go to the Mercado closest to us but I am still a bit leery about the crowd there.

A big concern for me is usually prepping the veg for storage, so that, when it comes time to use them, they are not all moldy, or wilted. From the course I am taking, about cooking what you have to hand, Mike Greenfield, the instructor, (you can find him at ProHomeCooks on YouTube, or, on Instagram at LifebyMikeG), showed us how to prep the veg to keep things fresh for the next week, sometimes two.

So that is what I did when we got home from the store. We ate lunch first, because we were starving, but after that I got to work on all of the produce. Here, you have to disinfect all of the produce before using it so everything has to soak in a disinfectant for fifteen minutes, then you are free to do with it what you will. For all of us, it is a timely process but a necessary one. There are dire consequences if one does not follow these dictates; hand to God.

I was going to explain all of the different things I had to do with each of the veg but, really, no one cares about how long that took me, except me. Let me just say, we bought four small heads of Romaine lettuce, and one head of green leaf; they were soaked, spun, dried, and placed in air tight containers. Next, came the large bunch of cilantro; the dead, or dying stems culled, then, soaked, spun, dried, wrapped in paper toweling, and placed in Ziplock bags. The large container of baby spinach, I simply transferred half to an air tight container, to be used as is; it said on the container that it did not require washing. The other half is to be shared.

The carrot preparation was, however, a revelation, to me anyway. Carrots, here, spoil about four minutes after they enter the apartment. If I put them in the veg drawer, by the third day they are shriveled, and unrecognizable. What is up with that? Anyway, I was taught to peel them, and cut them in quarters lengthwise, and place them in a Mason jar with our filtered water. Duh! Why I could not think of that myself, who knows?!

The eggplants, sweet potatoes, red and green bell peppers, avocados, and cherry tomatoes did not require anything on my part, so they were put, loving, in their respective places; the first four in the veg drawer of the fridge, and the last two, in the veg stand, on the counter. Do you remember the veg stand? I actually saw it, before I bought it a couple of years ago, on the show Elementary, starring Jonny Lee Miller, and, Lucy Liu. It is a really fun take on Sherlock Holmes, and Dr. Joan Watson. Hah!

The garlic heads we have had for a couple of weeks still feel solid, so, for now, I am going to put them in an air tight container, and, those that do not get used in the upcoming weeks, I will dehydrate when they start to dry out. Then, when needed, I will grind them into garlic powder; nothing wasted, right? You can do the same thing with onions; dehydrate them, and grind them into powder. I almost forgot dried chilies; make your own chili powder. Yay.

For the first time, ever, I bought celery sticks, precut, and in small plastic bags. I just do not use enough of it, or often enough to waste an entire bunch. It makes me think of the blurb I saw on FB some time ago; someone lamenting that they almost got out of the grocery store without buying the bag of Spring Blend lettuce that they normally throw away in two weeks, unopened, and spoiled. Unfortunately, that was me, before this class. I hope I will be able to use the beautiful produce we purchased before any of it spoils. Not “I hope”, but “I will.”

Listen to this. (You will not be able to hear it but maybe you can read it instead.) I am thinking about a menu for the next two weeks. I want to make Cream of Poblano soup; Ratatouille; some kind of fresh homemade pasta with sauce; Tortilla Española; tilapia with roasted veg; and a pork Ramen, with fresh veg, and medium cooked egg. I made two and a half quarts of pork bone broth the other day when I had a bit of energy.

For now, though, I am going to go watch another episode of Elementary; again. I have watched the entire seven seasons three, maybe four times. All of the times I “watched” it in Iowa, however, I was also knitting, and not paying much attention. Now, I can pay attention.

Please, stay happy, stay healthy, stay safe. Wash your hands, cover your mouth, and protect your loved ones.

I have no idea where it goes, it just leaves me.

Sleep, without alcohol, is fairly difficult to come by these nights. I am sleepy, so, I lie down, pretending I am going to fall asleep. Then, boom; my legs start jumping, and I am awake. Then, not much later, I have made enough commotion that Ivan wakes up.

Yoga. I think I have to give it a try. I have heard good things about how it will stretch the muscles in my back, and strengthen my core. It has to be better than standing at the kitchen counter, at one o’clock in the morning, typing a blog post, hoping I will be overcome with fatigue.

One can look at only so many recipes on Pinterest at this time of night. I keep telling my brain to shut off, but it refuses to listen. Ugh!

I am going to go back to bed, and see if, this time, I can fall asleep. Who knows, maybe I will be asleep by the time you read this. Please, stay happy, stay healthy, stay safe. Wash your hands, cover your mouth, and protect your loved ones.

Today, I feel almost as right as rain. What I mean is, I am as good as I am going to be, I suppose. This lack of energy is more annoying than anything else.

Did I have CoVid19? As I have always said, “don’t know, don’t care.” It makes no difference to me/us, if I did, or did not. We did not go out of the apartment, once we came home from Los Altos, and did not come in contact with anyone while I was “contagious”. I feel confident that it was my newly acquired Spring “something”. Allergies? Who knows. Go to the doctor? Pashaw, I say. I am a nurse; we do not go to the doctor before being on deaths door. I still had a bit of distance before coming to that door.

Things need doing, however, so I do them. A Red Bull™ helps, for sure, but this lack of sleep is for the proverbial birds. I cannot seem to get into a “deep” REM sleep until almost dawn, and then, only for about two hours. If I take a Benadryl at night, to help me sleep, I have, what Ivan and I call a Benadryl hangover; it makes me sleepy most of the next morning.

The fever, chills, coughing, headache, and diarrhea are all a bad memory now. I am up, and on to other things. Seize the day – Carpe Diem, and all of that. So, I am.

There is a starter to feed; done. There are plants to tend to; done. There is coffee to be drank; doing. Oh, I also have pig head parts, (gross), on a simmer, in my Instant Pot. I am making a pork stock, to be frozen for upcoming Ramen dishes. I have never made a pork stock before, but I cannot tell you how glad I am that it is in the IP. It stinks!

I am almost through watching a course, online, on how to cook with the items you have on hand; either in your pantry, cupboards, fridge, or freezer. I have always wanted to cook like that, but had no idea how to adapt different foods to make different flavor combinations.

To some people, this comes easily; not to me. If I have a recipe to follow, I follow it; to the letter. If I do not have an ingredient I, 1) go to the store to get it, 2) omit it as if is was not really necessary, or, 3) not make the food altogether. Options two, and three, are the norm for me; I have never even considered substitution. What, and how, would I substitute something for, say, a carrot?

Since taking this course, I feel quite empowered to do the very thing. The other day, as an example, I was making Cream of Poblano soup, but did not have any carrots. The day before, however, I had taken the shriveling red, and yellow bell peppers, and two spoiling tomatoes from the bin in the fridge, along with a centuries old onion, in the vegetable caddy, on the counter, cut them all up, and roasted them; just like I was shown in the course. (Of course I cut off the bad spots, and threw those parts away.)

Normally, I would have chucked them all in the compost bucket, and felt shamed. Now, I have two containers in the fridge with beautifully roasted vegetables, ready at a moments notice, to be used in whatever dish I feel requires their addition.

So, when I did not have the required carrot, for the soup, I used about a half cup of the roasted vegetables; the soup was delicious. Substitutions, for me, are now a complete game changer. This may not be a big deal for you, but for me, mind blowing, life changing; Carpe Diem!

Now, if only I could sleep.

Please, stay happy, stay healthy, stay safe. Wash your hands, cover your mouth, and protect your loved ones.

Post script: Happy birthday to my b-i-l, Moises, and my deceased grandfather, Henry W. Anderson, (Pop).

You may be interested to know that ninety five percent of the plants we have are still thriving. Yes, I have managed to “over love” a few, but, for the most part, they survive.

I found an app called Plantin, that helps me with the watering schedule. Finally, something that I can input all of the plants we have, and it notifies me when they need to be watered. I do believe this will help me learn their schedules on my own; maybe; after loads of time. Hopefully.

Thus far, it has kept me from doing my usual “you look like you need just a little water; it won’t hurt you” routine. I have so many plants now that I cannot remember which ones want water, and which ones do not. The app was about ten bucks for a year; well, heck, that has already paid for itself in the plants it has saved from my well-intentioned clutches.

Another thing I discovered was that the sun has changed its trajectory quite a bit since March, when I first began obtaining the “jungle”. The windows I thought would give them the most sun, have become only bright indirect sun light. That is fine; coming through the window covering seems to give the light a little boost without the heat. Though, it is only May, and the heat is coming, it is not too hot at present.

The other thing I learned was, in the evening, when the sun lowers significantly, I can turn on the lights at the West end of the living room, and, in the spare bedroom, (someday to become our office), and the plants respond as if it was a weaker version of the sun. How neat is that?!

Many of the plants I bought said they were capable of growing in “low light”, however, they do not thrive in the lower light. They are, now, growing nicely with the additional light in the evenings. Yay.

It seems like things will get better over time. We will be patient, and see. The plants, now, that do not make it, will probably not be replaced. I need to learn, for now, how to take care of what we already have, and be grateful for them.

I am.

Please, stay happy, stay healthy, stay safe. Wash your hands, cover your mouth, and protect your loved ones.

Just wanted to let you know, any of you that are interested, that I am still amongst the living.

And, only one kilo down!!! What is up with that? Six days of continuous diarrhea, and, I am only down one kilo? In the silver lining, I weight less than I have in quite some time. Not the way I want to lose weight, however.

Yesterday, after I started taking the Loperamida, (Lomotil), I began to come back to the living. What a trial that was. It has been two years since I had the exact same thing happen.

We were living at Juan’s house, and, Paty was in Saltillo, visiting her son. I had forgotten to disinfect the cilantro, and spent the next week in bed, and, in the bathroom. When she got home, on my sixth day of hell, she bought me the meds. I needed, and I lived. This time, two years later, it was Ivan that contacted Jesús to buy the meds., and I am, once again, alive.

I feel like a limp noodle, but will regain my energy little by little. Until then, please, stay happy, stay healthy, stay safe. Wash your hands, cover your mouth, and protect your loved ones.

Post script: Even better than all of that is that today Ivan and I are celebrating forty five years of marriage; fifty one having known each other. Glad to still be living; especially here, with him.

We are back from four wonderful days, and, nights, in the beautiful city of Los Altos, in the state of Veracruz.

I cannot breathe through my nose. I have gotten some sort of bug; while we were there, I was fine; on the way home, I was fine. Now, I cannot breath through my nose. What the heck?

We had a bit of horseradish sauce left over from shrimp dips, or some such thing, so I tried eating a teaspoonful of that. It only relieved the stuffiness temporarily. On to the Benadryl. We shall see if that works. (I was going to order more horseradish, as the sauce, itself, is about six dollars for a six ounce bottle; it will cost eighty two dollars for shipping and handling. Hahahaha! NO!)

If not, I will have to wait until tomorrow, and ask Jesús to run to the pharmacy for a decongestant. Hopefully, he has a minute to do that. Did I mention that I cannot breathe through my nose?

It does not help that my CPAP will not break through the stuffiness, either. I ended up breathing through my mouth. Not to mention the coughing, the fever, and chills. Life, today, is not a lot of fun. There is always tomorrow.

One fun thing that did happen today; I received another batch of plants. There are twelve different herbs; a large ZZ plant, (Zamioculcas zamiifolia), which, eventually, I will propagate into multiple new plants; a dumb cane, (Dieffenbachia); a dragon tree, (Dracaena Marginata, also to be propagated); and, lastly, a zebra plant, (Calathea Zebrina). I will not buy any more plants, for awhile.

The herbs are basil, chives, cilantro, dill, epazote, lavender, two different types of mint, rosemary, parsley, oregano, and thyme. These, I am going to plant in two, separate, containers so I can put them in our bedroom, either on the floor, or on the bed. The window has a southern exposure, and should provide the light they need throughout the day. Again, we shall see.

While in LA, I was given cuttings of several different plants, most from Liz’ mom, Alicia; a donkey tail, (Sedieveria “Harry Butterfield”); a tiny Tugela cliff-kalanchoe, (Kalanchoe longiflora); several cuttings of a Jade plant, (Crassula Ovata); a small succulent called a Lace aloe, (Aristaloe aristada); a Cotyledon batesii, (Villadia batesii), and a bunch of airplane/spider plant babies. I have potted several of them, but not all. Some need a stronger root structure first. When I feel better, I will upload some photos of these.

I almost forgot the bunch of small-leaf spiderwort Liz’ mom, Alicia, gave me. It grows like a weed. I remember growing it when we were first married, but have not seen it since. There will be plenty of it here, for sure.

Oh, I was also given a gorgeous white geranium at the quinceañera. It is full of unopened blooms that I cannot wait to see. I do not recall ever seeing a white geranium, and have certainly never owned one. Yay for me.

Enough for tonight. I am taking my stuffed up self to bed, and, see if I can sleep. Please, stay happy, stay healthy, stay safe. Wash your hands, cover your mouth, and protect your loved ones.

Never more. I just wanted a taste; ended up feeling like s@&t.

I asked for a shot of tequila, and ended up having five more. Normally not a big deal but I have not had any alcohol since the twenty eighth of February.

Today is the quinceañera and I feel awful. If I could go somewhere and vomit, I would. I cannot, however. We are with family. I am sure it is not polite to vomit in public.

I would really appreciate a nap, but not really sure how to swing that without someone noticing.

Fortunately, tomorrow is another day. Thank God. I am determined to live through this. And, while I do, please, stay happy, stay healthy, stay safe. Wash your hands, cover your mouth, and protect your loved ones.

I will tell you that this post will be explicit, and, definitely not for the faint of heart.

We were honored, and, grateful, to be given the opportunity to watch a pig being slaughtered for the celebration of a quinceañera, to be held tomorrow, all day.

The quinceañera, for those that are unfamiliar with the word, is the “coming out” party for fifteen year old girls, here in México, as well as in the States. It is much the same as the “sweet sixteen” parties up North.

Here, however, with a family as large as they are, a whole sow will be gone fairly quickly, I will wager. Here she is, after one, quick knock on the head with the flat side of a hatchet. She was killed quickly, and with many salutations from the people inside the house watching.

Neither of us have ever been witnesses to such an event, although there were several children who had seen a slaughter before. Not a single person turned away from the experience or expressed any sentiment other than thanksgiving. I was very impressed.

Being a very sheltered city girl, I grew up knowing almost nothing of the world outside my little life bubble; until I started dating my, now, husband. That was when my real education started.

Ok, here are some of the photos I took. If you do not wish to go further, please, stay happy, stay healthy, stay safe. Wash your hands, cover your mouth, and protect your loved ones. For the rest of you, here goes.

This first photo is minutes after the sow was killed. Hence the saying, “bleeding like a stuck pig”. Really, though, she was unconscious when the farmer cut her throat.

The first thing they did was pour boiling water over her to soften the skin, and hair.

They spent at least fifteen minutes shaving off all of her hair around her body; even on her ears. Every inch, actually.

The next thing they did was take her feet.

After all of the hair was removed, the head removed, they opened the body, removed the internal organs, and proceeded to hang her up for a bit.

That was the last photo I took because we left after this. I will not be able to describe the smell, however. Blood has such a distinct odor; it is more than just sulfur. It is memorable, however.

That is a bit of what we were privileged to witness, and will let you know the end results tomorrow.

For those of you that wanted to know where your bacon comes from, besides the plastic cryo bag from the store, stay happy, stay healthy, stay safe. Wash your hands, cover your mouth, and protect your loved ones.

Again.

Someone is still overwatering our plants. I have someone in mind who I believe to be a suspect, but I am not going to accuse anyone outright. Now, it is the airplane plant.

I got up this morning, checked the plants, and found that the airplane plant looked a bit peaked. Being the good gardener that I am, I gave it a bit of water, before using the water meter to check it.

There. I said it. I watered the plant. Ok? I did it. I confess.

Now, since then, I have removed the plant from the dunk tank, and repotted it into three different planters. It, as it has turned out, is actually three plants. I had forgotten. That will give them at least a thirty percent chance of survival. I hope.

There were three plants in the pot, so I have said, so I placed each into its own planter, and given each only a quarter cup of water. That is all; no more for the next few days. I am hopeful I acted quickly enough to save them from the wicked waterer.

Until I catch the bugger, please, stay happy, stay healthy, stay safe. Wash your hands, cover your mouth, and protect your loved ones.