Me in Food from A to Z - Flavoursome Tuesdays

Back in 2011, I blogged a A to Z of my food likes and dislikes.  Now that I am participating in a meme called Flavoursome Tuesday, I thought updating this would be a lot of fun.

I thanked a blogger called Christine at Inspired-to-Create back in 2011, and will do so again.

Yes, food is so basic, and, as they say, we are what we eat.   Why not get to know me through food?

I had a lot of fun with this one.  I wonder where it first started (Christine got it from another blog, so I hope I am giving credit properly), and I want that very first person in the chain to know it was a lot of fun doing this.  I did it in 2011 during a thunderstorm, for what that is worth.  Maybe it means I am crazy.

So here is my January, 2018 update.

A is for Apple: What’s your favorite variety?
My favorite is the Honeycrisp apples.  I live in a part of NYS famous for its apples so there is no lack of local apples.  If there are no Honeycrisps (their local season is short) I also like Fuji and Gala.

B is for Bread: Regardless of nutrition, what is your favorite type?
I prefer whole grain breads.  I love breads baked by Wegmans, a local grocery chain.

C is for Cereal: What is your favorite kind currently? (just one!)
Trader Joes O's, which are like Cheereos (a cold oat cereal shaped like O's).  The nearest Trader Joes is about an hour and a half drive from here, which tells you something.  Please, Trader Joes, put a store in or near Binghamton.  Do you take bribes?)

D is for Donuts: You might not currently eat them, but what kind do you fancy?
No to donuts.  When I was in my 20's I worked for several months in a donut store.  That cured me forever.

E is for Eggs: How would you like yours prepared?
In an omelet.  With cheese, please.

F is for Fat Free: What is your favorite fat free product?
Um....broccoli?

G is for Groceries: Where do you purchase yours?
Wegmans.  This chain started in upstate New York as a dairy store, and is now spreading into North Carolina and Massachusetts, among other places.

H: is for Hot Beverages: What is your favorite hot drink?
In the winter hot chocolate, or a really good cup of tea.  In the summer, I do not drink much that is hot, except for coffee.

I is for Ice Cream: Pick a favorite flavor and add a fun topping.
Before Weight Watchers (2012) Perry's Chocolate Panda Paws with whipped cream.  Today:  Turkey Hill Frozen vanilla yogurt.  I so wish I could eat Halo Top or other of the high protein low cal ice cream like desserts, but for me they are intestional disaster.

J is for Jams or Jellies: Do you eat them? If so, what kind and flavor?
Not really.  But if I do buy a jam or jelly I get a homemade type at a farmers market or stand.  Grape or sand plum are faves.  Strawberry.  I used to make my own, but haven't in about 30 years.

K is for Kashi: Name your favorite Kashi product?
Their crackers are good.  Don't like their cereals.

L is for Lunch: What was yours today?
Trader Joes pastrami on a slice of Wegman's (is there a pattern here?) organic 27 grain and seed bread.

M is for microwave: What is your favorite microwave meal/snack?
I use the microwave mainly for reheating.  Or for popcorn.

N is for nutrients: Do you likes carbs, fats, or proteins best?
Proteins. They keep you full the longest.

O is for oil: What kind do you like to use?
Ask my spouse-he's the cook.  But, I love baking with coconut oil.

P is for protein: How do you get yours?
Many ways.  Cheese, lean meat, poultry fish such as salmon, meatless combos using the protein complementation principle popularized by Francis Moore Lappe.  I must admit, my healthiest time was when I followed that diet and was a vegetarian.  But I fell off that wagon years ago.

Q is for Quaker: How do you like your oats?
Instant, on really cold days in winter.  But the instant oats are too sweet.   Could you cut your sugar in half, please? (without putting artificial sweetener in).

R is for roasting: What is your favorite thing to roast?
Ask the spouse.

S is for sandwich: What’s your favorite kind?
Tuna and fresh garden tomato, mayo, lettuce, on whole wheat bread.

T is for travel: How do you handle eating while traveling?
Sometimes we get a kitchenette and spouse cooks.  Sometimes we eat out and try to find local foods.  Like, in Charleston, SC we tried crispy flounder and shrimp and grits.

U is for unique: What is one of your weirdest food combos?
Macaroni and ketchup.  It almost led to divorce.  Now I only indulge if my spouse isn't around.

V is for vitamins: What kind do you take?
B Complex, D3 and Calcium.

W is for wasabi: Yay or nay?
Yay, if it's real.  Notice how much "wasabi" really is some other horseradish with food coloring?

X is XRAY: If we x-rayed your belly right now, what food would we see?
The mixture would astound you.  Grapes.  Coconut yogurt.  Chocolate. 

Y is for youth: What food reminds you of your childhood?
Schav.  Sweet cucumber salad with thinly sliced onion.  Kasha vaniskas.  My father's side came to this country from Belarus in the early 20th century.  Oh, for a cold bowl of schav with sour cream....

Z is for zucchini: How do you prepare it?
My cookin' spouse makes a zucchini Parmesan.  It's awesome!

 Join Bellybytes at Mumbai on a High and Shilpa Gupte at Metanoia for #FlavoursomeTuesdays. If you want to share a food related memory, why not join us?

Day 9 of the Ultimate Blog Challenge #blogboost

Weird Al- Music Moves Me

 Whoever thought that a self-titled teenaged nerd who played the accordion and thought it made him cool would, one day, become a renowned singer, songwriter, satirist, and even more?

Today, on Music Moves Me,we can blog about whatever musical theme we want to, and I've been saving this one up.

But first, a little commercial.  Do you blog about music?  If so, why not join us?

Mondays I rock with the 4Mers, a group of music lovers who participate in a blog hop called Music Moves Me.

The Head 4M'er is XmasDolly.  Her co-4Mers are:  Callie of JAmerican Spice, and ♥Stacy of Stacy Uncorked♥   And, last but not least, Cathy from Curious as a Cathy .
 

"Weird Al" Yankovic is one of my guilty pleasures.  He is best known for his musical satires (always done with the musician's permission) but has also done a number of original songs.

And, the best part for a blogger is that his videos can be even better than his songs.

For example, almost anyone who has earned his or her living in the corporate world will immediately identify with the original song (and music video) called "Mission Statement", from the album Mandatory Fun.

What writer could not identify with this parody of Robin Thicke's "Blurred Lines" (also from the album Mandatory Fun)?

We can go into the first decade of this century to listen to one of my personal favorites (also a parody), "White and Nerdy".

One more, which is (to me) the most hilarious send up ever of grunge rock and songs you can't understand the lyrics to.

We need some laughter (and perhaps some mosh-pit diving) to warm up here in the frozen United States.  Will you join us in the laughter?

Day 8 of the Ultimate Blog Challenge #blogboost

It Was Not Supposed to End Like This

Another astronaut gone.

John Young, who flew in space six times, walked on the moon, and commanded the first space shuttle, is dead at the age of 87.  He had a 42 year career with NASA.

The original space explorers are almost gone.  It's time for me to write another tribute.

Young originally flew in the third Gemini flight, and smuggled a corned beef sandwich onboard. (NASA was not amused.)

He helped with the rescue of Apollo 13, the disabled spacecraft that was able to return to earth 

He almost became the first man to walk on the moon twice.

Here was a tribute I wrote in December, 2016 when famed astronaut John Glenn died.

We study the first words spoken on the moon, by astronaut Neil Armstrong.  But how many of us remember the last words spoken on the moon?  Quoting:

"...America's challenge of today has forged man's destiny of tomorrow," astronaut Gene Cernan said. "And, as we leave the Moon at Taurus- Littrow, we leave as we came and, God willing, as we shall return, with peace and hope for all mankind. Godspeed the crew of Apollo 17."

Except that we never did return.  And, of the twelve men who walked on the moon, only five are left now.  Cernan died in January 2017.  Now, Young has joined him.

Thinking of Cernan's quote, peace and hope seem to be in short supply nowadays.

Few of us could have dreamed of what happened to the space program.  Americans can't even get into space on their own anymore.  We have to pay the Russians, although that may not be true for much longer.

It wasn't supposed to end like this.

The last of the original seven astronauts gone.  Last year, the last man to walk on the moon.  Now, still another pioneer.   Five left to go.  The youngest of them is 82.

RIP.

Day 7 of the Ultimate Blog Challenge. #blogboost

Local Saturday - Infiniti Greens

This is not a good day in the Binghamton, New York area to go outside.  Right now, at my house, it is 3 degrees F (-16C) with winds gusting to 40 mph (64 kmh).

So today, I am going to take you inside, to a business incubator in downtown Binghamton, New York.  In October it had an open house. 

This past summer, in the small farmers market downtown, a couple of college students were selling microgreens.   These are not sprouts, but rather actual baby plants, with one or two sets of true leaves.

At the market, the business, Infiniti Greens, snips your plants to order with some scissors and places in a clamshell for transport.  You can't get any fresher than that.

Depending on the day, the plants include sunflower (my personal favorite), radish, mustard greens, red cabbage, pea shoots  (spouse's favorite) and more.  As you can see, the trays are colorful. 

Prices are reasonable.  This business is run by two Binghamton University seniors, Joe Rigoroso and Ray Gochuico.  Joe is a business administration major and Ray a biology major.

This past summer, the business moved into the incubator, and their founders have great hopes for the future of the business.   The greens can be used as a salad, salad toppings, as a garnish, or many other uses.  Note, these are not sprouts.  The seed and root are not eaten.  You can run into bacteria problems with sprouts.  I'm told this method avoids that problem.

Here's a view showing some of the equipment.

I wasn't able to have a long talk with Joe during the open house, as he was preparing plants for the next day's farmers market in another part of Binghamton.   The business also sells microgreens to several downtown Binghamton restaurants and a food co op.

Microgreens can be grown at home, too.  We've just never tried it.

The incubator building itself is less than a year old and looks futuristic inside.

What a wonderful place for a small urban farm.  The unsuspecting pedestrian would never guess what is growing inside this building.

Day 6 of the Ultimate Blog Challenge #blogboost.

Coming and Going - Skywatch Friday

Earlier this week I took a walk.

I looked to the East, to a beautiful sunrise.

I looked to the West, and saw a super moon setting.

Welcome to 2018, the sky seemed to say.

Day 5 of The Ultimate Blog Challenge #blogboost

Join bloggers from all over the world for #SkywatchFriday - where bloggers from all over the world take pictures of the sky, the sun and the moon.

The weather has been terrible in so much of our United States.  Stay safe, my readers!

Charleston White

The world has turned upside down.

At this moment, there is more snow on the ground in Charleston, South Carolina (about 830 miles south of me) than where I live in upstate New York. 

And that just ain't natural.  For either city.

Charleston usually doesn't get snow, although it has from time to time. 

We got 132 inches of snow last year, as a reference.


I love Charleston.  I've visited it several times, the latest in 2015.  As a matter of fact, I was thinking of visitng it again later this month, but I've had second thoughts and made other plans.  If I had been there yesterday, though, I would have slid all over the place, taking hundreds of pictures. What an opportunity (not that I would have been that happy).

But, I can show you some pictures of the College of Charleston taken in March of 2015, complete with white.

White flowers, that is.

Yesterday, I showed you local snow.  Today, I show you Charleston flowers.  These flowers are called Carolina Silver Bells.

Beautiful blue skies with a white flowering bush and a white flowering tree.

And white azaleas.

This is the "normal" Charleston. It sure does beat snow and ice.

Our strange winter continues, as we are plunged back into the deep freeze.

Day 4 of the Ultimate Blog Challenge #blogboost

Winter Wonders - Oreo Snow in the Frozen World

Much of the United States is in the grip of an arctic blast.  For us, it is the Frozen World.  They are saying that 200 million Americans are experiencing below freezing weather.  My beloved Charleston, South Carolina might be getting six inches of snow.  Already, in Northern Florida, some areas are getting freezing rain.

Another blogger in New York State reported on her neighborhood and its Frozen Season.

We in my part of upstate New York are far from the worst as far as predicted cold.  Saturday, for example, our predicted high is zero F (-17.7 C) and our low -11 (-23.8 C), which is slightly better than what they were predicting yesterday morning.  But yesterday, parts of North Dakota were in the minus 40's.  And that's the same, whether you use F or C to measure your temperatures.

When it's at zero or below, you experience Oreo Snow.   When we woke up on New Year's Eve, it was zero.  The snow glistens like diamonds are mixed in.  Your feet crunch in the snow, and sometimes, you can smell a sweetness in the air, just like the cream that fills Oreos.

When it is really cold, the sky is really blue.

Bushes covered in snow have such a beauty.

And, you wake up to footprints.

Welcome to the frozen world.

So hard to believe that, in four months, early flowers will be blooming.  I can hardly wait.

Day 3 of the Ultimate Blog Challenge #blogboost 

Sweet Tea

Welcome to day two of the Ultimate Blog Challenge #blogboost and #FlavoursomeTuesdays.

In reviewing 2017, I realized I had never blogged about the several days my husband and I spent with our adult son, traveling in separate cars (but together) from upstate New York to Columbia, South Carolina. It was the first vacation together we had in 11 years.

Our son helped us when the entire state of Virginia turned into a parking lot, with seemingly the entire East Coast of the United States having the idea of  traveling to South Carolina to see the eclipse. His young nimble thinking ran rings around what suddenly seemed like our senior thoughts stuck in concrete.

It's kind of funny - I had chosen the word determination as my word for both 2016 and 2017.

And now it was my son showing the determination, as one hour of avoiding stuck traffic stretched into hours.  My son led the way, as we kept in touch by cell phone.  He found secondary roads to escape Interstate 81, which had turned into a parking lot.  At one point we even thought of turning back.  That thought never entered his mind.

When had we become quitters, more interested in comfort than adventure? Yikes.

Fancy Gap, Virginia

Finally, past the traffic jams, we entered the mountains on the Virginia/North Carolina border and my son asked me to take a picture of the runaway truck ramps.

We got to our first stop, Mt. Airy, North Carolina, a couple of hours after my son arrived.  We had called the motel to tell them he would be getting there before us.  And the desk clerk complimented us on our "nice polite son".

The man who made fun of our garden as a teen admired the gardens of the South Carolina state capital after we arrived the day before the eclipse, and took this panoramic picture for me of the African American mural.  Yes, my son had to show me how to take a panoramic picture with an iPhone.

It doesn't look it in this picture, but it was a brutal, humid 95 degrees F (35C) Sunday with a heat index of 100.  The central South Carolina sun beat down upon our Northern heads (although I had protected mine with a hat).  After a few minutes of gazing at what the grounds of the state capitol offered (it was our second visit, and I highly recommend it, incidentally), we fled, trying to escape terminal roasting, to find some good air conditioning. (I must add here that I've lived in Florida, Texas and Arkansas, and summer heat is not unknown to me.  But I am no longer used to it.)

We made our way to a local restaurant called Rush's After ordering some broasted chicken, a young server came to our table and offered us some sweet tea.

Here, for my foreign readers, I have to pause to explain.  In the northern United States, iced tea is drunk without sweetener.  However, in the South, it is assumed you will be drinking sweet tea unless you specify "unsweetened".  My son had never had sweet tea.  I must admit, I do not like it, but then again, I am not a true Southerner.

If you want to try it out, here's a recipe.

But son said "yes" to the tea, as we all gulped mass quantities to quench our thirst. He loved his broasted chicken dinner, too - so much so that we ate at Rush's again the next day, after the eclipse.

not our family

Dear son, who hated the history museums I took him to (I love history, while he was a science person), explored the South Carolina State Museum with great enjoyment, while waiting for the eclipse to begin.

That afternoon, we used our tickets to view the total eclipse of the sun with hundreds of other people on their front lawn.

And the eclipse itself - our third, his first, we felt wonder together.

The horizon during totality, Columbia, South Carolina

At totality, I yelled with other participants while son exclaimed over and over "This is crazy!"

This video was taken by the local newspaper - I was one of the people screaming in that crowd.

I found out we had some similar things on our bucket lists besides viewing a total eclipse of the sun- visiting Iceland one day, for one thing (I'll pass on his skydiving goal, though). 

I don't know if we ever will taken another vacation together, but I do know I will remember this trip for the rest of my life.

It made 2017 for me, realizing that I enjoy the friendship (my non-word for 2018) of my son.

And there was that sweet tea....something to bond over.

Join Bellybytes at Mumbai on a High and Shilpa Gupte at Metanoia for #FlavoursomeTuesdays. If you want to share a food related memory, why not join us?

Day 2 of the Ultimate Blog Challenge #blogboost

Music Moves Me - New Years

Welcome, those who are participating in the Ultimate Blog Challenge!

If you are new to my blog, a brief introduction:  I live near Binghamton, New York and have been blogging since April of 2009.

Mondays I rock with the 4Mers, a group of music lovers who participate in a blog hop called Music Moves Me.

The Head 4M'er is XmasDolly.  Her co-4Mers are:  Callie of JAmerican Spice, and ♥Stacy of Stacy Uncorked♥   The Rockin' elf Cathy from Curious as a Cathy .

Wednesdays are Winter Wonders - anything about winter. And baby, it's co-o-old outside, here in upstate New York!


Twice a month on Thursdays, I participate in a meme called Thursday Tree Love.  The next one is January 11.


Friday, I participate in Skywatch Friday, where bloggers from all over the world watch the sky and post their pictures of sunrises, sunsets, and more.


And the rest of the week?  Let me surprise you!

And now, on to the first Music Moves Me of 2018.  This is a blog hop and you'll never regret it if you visit the other members:




Today, on Music Moves Me, our theme is New Years Eve and New Years. 

"Mr. New Years Eve", Guy Lombardo, rang in the New Year for much of my early youth.  I grew up in New York City but have never made it to Times Square for New Years Eve.  

This clip is of his last NYE performance (1976) and is about 14 minutes long.  Directly below is a shorter one.  This 1976 into 1977 NYE was Guy Lombardo's last New Years Eve, as he died in 1977.

If you start around a minute in on this second 1976 video, you will get the flavor - the special effects may seem cheesy now, but this was 41 years ago.  Not quite the same ball drop as the one at midnight last night, was it?

Guy Lombardo was succeeded by Dick Clark, the former host of American Bandstand, and the show he started still goes on each New Years Eve (with a slightly different title) although Dick Clark has also passed on.

It took me a long time to find a video of Dick ClarkI wanted to show, and I finally decided on this tribute.


So now, let's move on to some New Years oriented music.

Barry Manilow, from 1977 - It's Just Another New Year's Eve.  I have to admit, although I normally love Barry Manilow, I find this song so sad.

New Year's Day - Taylor Swift

New Year's Day - U2 (a totally different song) performed live.

And finally - Happy New Year by Abba.


This is first day of the Ultimate Blog Challenge #blogboost. May you, my cherished readers, have the happiest of New Years!  And again, visit the other members of #Musicmovesme for a rockin' New Years Day!

The Word for 2018

The last three years, I had chosen a guiding word for the year, a word that would represent my goals for the coming year.  I haven't made New Year's resolutions for years; I figured one word shouldn't be hard.

For 2016,  I chose "Determination" and then promptly forgot about the word.

For 2017, I decided perhaps I was a year too soon with that word, and chose Determination again.  In part, I said:

"DETERMINATION - not to stay silent if speaking out against hatred is needed.

DETERMINATION - to stand up against events that need standing up against.   I think about authors who have written books that have changed the world.  It is possible.  I must remember that one person CAN make a difference.  Could a blog post change the world?

DETERMINATION - to make my voice heard if the quality of life of my brother in law, who is developmentally disabled, is threatened.  

DETERMINATION - once again, that I will grow my writing, and my photography, no matter what my personal challenges are this year.  Even if it only grows a little, it will be a victory. "

And then I promptly forgot about the word. 

No focus.

So, what did 2017 hand me, and others I know?

One of my first cousins died.  At that time, I learned that he was in the early stages of Parkinson's, which contributed to the cause of his death (choking on food).
A co worker's mother died on Christmas Day.
A fall my spouse took that he may not ever heal completely from.
Someone I went to high school and college with was diagnosed with cancer. 
My family faces many challenges with future planning for my developmentally disabled brother in law.

As we age (I am officially a senior citizen now), people we know sicken, or, sometimes, die.  We will go down that last path one day ourselves, and that realization has hit me hard in the past year. That realization makes relationships more important than ever. 


We like to think of ourselves as independent.  But when my spouse fell in October, and ended up in the ER, I suddenly found myself being helped with various issues, and I am grateful for each and everyone of them.  In fact, we are all interdependent.  

I need to pay this kindness forward.

Tomorrow, I join, once again, the Ultimate Blog Challenge.  I am thinking of how I cherish some of these blogging relationships - I look forward to making cyberfriends this year through this and other challenges.

So I am not going to choose a word this year.  But I do have some goals that I need to work on.

I hope I can be a good friend to my friends, old and (hopefully) new.  I hope I can be someone who will be honest, someone who will make you laugh, someone you can trust, someone who will stand by you.  And, in my own little way, perhaps I can start to change the world with one little ripple.  

One little flap of my butterfly wings.

Courtesy of my guest photographer

Happy New Year to all my readers, near and far!  

 I look forward to interacting with some of you this January, in the Ultimate Blog Challenge #blogboost.

Stop and Smell the Flowers

Two days left to 2017.  Two more days before the beginning of 2018, and a new Ultimate Blog Challenge.

There are so many "my year in review" posts, I thought I would write one today, too.

But, at first, I went blank.

At my age (65), the years pass by like a rapidly unwinding roll of toilet paper. Days run into weeks into months.  It seems like just yesterday that I was watching the Tournament of Roses parade on New Years Day 2017. Now, I have plowed through an entire calendar again.

So, I did what many moderns would do, to recapture my memories.

I turned to my camera roll.  And, before my eyes, I saw the year I discovered Virginia wine.  Only in Virginia can a bust of Thomas Jefferson coexist with a portrait of a cat and a wreath made from cork.

February snow angel asking "why do I live here?"

We got more snow after this picture

And then came March 14....winter storm Stella. (Erie, PA, we feel your pain.)

We live between Endwell and Binghamton

April, and it was time for the first spring flowers,

April crocus

then May brought the majesty of trees in full spring bloom.

May 1 cherry blossoms

Then, summer arrived with warmth and the green you would wish would last forever.

June Korean dogwood

And then I got to mid August, and an unforgettable trip.
I never blogged about the several days my husband and I spent with our adult son, traveling in separate cars (but together) from upstate New York to Columbia, South Carolina. It was the first vacation together we had in 11 years.
A lot happened in those few days we spent together, and it could be worth an entire week of blogging.  The last time we had vacationed together, he was in full teenagerhood.  Now, we were adults and (I hope he feels this way) friends.

I'll save that story for the Ultimate Blog Challenge, which starts Monday.

But it was amazing, the flood of memories those photos brought back.  The years may move quickly, but they still have the same amount of content.

Many "year in review" blogs concentrate on the writer and how she or he persevered through many challenges, and grew as a person.

Me?  I just want to stop and smell the flowers.

Sky Highlights 2017 #SkywatchFriday

We've come to the end of the year and it's time to review some of the best skies of 2017.  I don't think I featured these exact photos in Skywatch before, but they called out to me from my camera roll.

A January sunrise in Binghamton, New York.

June 2, clouds behind trees (their leaves now a distant memory).

During the total solar eclipse (not quite at totality), Columbia, South Carolina, August 21.  It started out with clouds covering the moon from time to time, and we feared we might not be able to see the eclipse, but the clouds receded before our eyes.  The sky has a sunset like glow, but it was only early afternoon.

And a sky reflection, December, downtown Binghamton, New York.

Happy 2018 to my readers, and to my fellow #SkywatchFriday participants.

See you in the New Year!

The Clouds and the Bridge #ThursdayTreeLove

What is it like, to shed your leaves and sleep, seemingly oblivious to the cold of winter?

You don't have to shovel snow, or slip on ice on the way to work, when you sleep through winter.  I thought, as a tree,  I would escape all that.

But the tree me realized I would also miss the beauty around me, such as this sweep of clouds one day in downtown Binghamton, New York.

It sure is cold, though.

Join Parul and other bloggers in the twice monthly #ThursdayTreeLove.

The next Tree Love will be January 11, when I will also be participating in the Ultimate Blog Challenge.  Will you join me in both?

The Mystery Christmas Day Photo

I originally published this post in May of 2011.  I have never had this mystery solved, so I am republishing this post just in case there is a historian out there.

And yes I could contact the Broome County historian, but what is the fun in that?

The Mystery Wartime Photo (May of 2011)

On my almost daily walks through downtown Binghamton, New York I frequently pass a number of historic buildings, among them the Security Mutual building.

Several weeks ago, scaffolding appeared around the building.  Some window work is being done. Two or three weeks ago some banners appeared, strung between the supports of the scaffolding.  One of them features a photo it says was taken of employees, right outside the front entrance, on Christmas Day 1943.

It's hard to see the photo (I had to stand in the street to take this and I tried to get the entire banner into the shot) but the photo contains mainly women.  There are only a few men, and they are old.  This tracks with the fact that this photo was taken during World War II.  The young men were fighting overseas.

How many Security Mutual employees went off to war?  Did they all return safely?  I don't know.

Were all of these women working there before the war?  Or did some take the place of the soldier employees, to disappear into the home again after the fighting was over?

Then, I had still another question.  Right now I have no answer to this question, either.

What were they doing there on Christmas Day, 1943, instead of being with their families back at home?

Did Security Mutual ask them to come in for a company sponsored Christmas dinner?  Or, because of the war effort, did they have to work?

Why the photo, to begin with?  Was it sent to soldiers overseas?  Was it done to boost morale?

I would love to know the story behind this photo.  I hope that someone knows.

Peanut Butter and Jelly for New Year's Eve #FlavoursomeTuesdays

When I was a teen, I developed a strange custom for New Years Eve.

By the time I turned age 13, it was just my father and I, living together in an apartment in a housing project in the Bronx, in New York City. Several times, in my teen years, I was invited to spend part of the Christmas/New Year's school break with relatives in Brooklyn (and I am still close to my two cousins, who are slightly younger than I am.)  But eventually, I found myself alone.  Well, for an older teen, being alone with her father can be considered being alone.

Kept company only with my father and Guy Lombardo (although not in 1946 per the above video), I came up with my own New Year's Eve custom.  It originated just after I turned 16.

The year before, my father had called his brother, my uncle, right after midnight January 1 our time.  But in the time zone my uncle lived in, it was still December 31.  I loved the idea of talking to someone living in another year.

So, why not do it with food?  Symbolically eat something from the old year just after midnight?

About all I had available and easily made was a jar of peanut butter, some bread from the store and some jelly.

So on December 31, that year I had recently turned 16, and right before midnight (and the New York City ball coming down), I made myself a peanut butter and jelly sandwich.  And after the New Year rang in, I ate it.

I did that for the next several years, believe it or not, until I had a steady boyfriend.

I feel a little foolish admitting this custom, but why?  It isn't that ridiculous, after all.  About an hour or so from where I live, someone is going to have a family friendly New Years Eve bash, including peanut butter and jelly sliders.

I was just years ahead of my time.

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Caroling - #MusicMovesMe

Today, on #Music Moves Me, the theme is Christmas music, or anything Christmas.  It isn't too often that Music Moves Me coincides with Christmas Day.

In celebration, I'd like to show you some local holiday caroling held the last work day before Christmas at a local insurance company here in Binghamton, New York. This has become a tradition in our city, as employees line two staircases in the beautiful marble lobby of this ten story building (the third tallest in Binghamton), built in 1904.

For professional coverage, here is something from our Binghamton, New York newspaper.

The day was overcast and the lighting yellowish but the Security Mutual building was ready to hear some fine singing.

Sorry for the lighting, and the iPhone zoom isn't that great, so I apologize for the blur.

This shot shows the majesty of the lobby.  The three murals (there are also three murals on the right side of the lobby) are later additions to this historic building.

Here is a closeup.  Just imagine passing these murals every day on the way to work.

And now for a selection from the 30 minutes of caroling.

Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer

What Child Is This, with a beautiful flute solo (be patient, the song didn't start on cue).

 Silent Night, again with a beautiful flute solo.

Thank you, employees of Security Mutual!

If you love music, why don't you take a few minutes out and join Xmas Dolly and the other Elves under the mistletoe this Christmas day?

The Head Elf is XmasDolly.  Her co-elves are:  Callie of JAmerican Spice, and ♥Stacy of Stacy Uncorked♥   The Rockin' elf Cathy from Curious as a Cathy !


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The Eggnog Riot of 1826 and Other Signs of Christmas

All over the Christian world, it is Christmas Eve.

Christmas seems to be everywhere, from a religious display at our local shopping mall....

to decorated trees at the same mall....

to a lovely tree in a mall store....

and even a bag from a store near Syracuse, New York (although I have no idea what canned corn has to do with Christmas.)

But none of these are as exciting as the Christmas Eve Eggnog Riot of 1826.  (If you have about nine minutes, you can watch the above video, although there is a long ad at the beginning - and sort of, at the last three minutes.)

Basically, after alcohol was banned from West Point (an Army military academy in upstate New York), the cadets took matters into their own hands on Christmas Eve of 1826, with somewhat predictable (to us in the future) results.

This riot story would have been so perfect for my Sunday Civil War posts I used to do between 2011 and 2015, as two men who ended up in high positions in the Confederacy less than 40 years later took part in this riot.  Just think, if they had been expelled, as some other cadets were, history may have changed.......

If you observe Christmas, have a wonderful Christmas Eve.

And here's a little coming attraction for tomorrow.

Local Saturday - Festivus For the Rest of Us

As someone who majored in cultural anthropology, I am fascinated by holidays and their origins.

Festivus may be the only holiday created by a TV show, a Seinfeld episode from 1997 called "The Strike".  I don't formally celebrate it, although I do know a couple of people who do. But this year, for some reason, it is appealing to me.

Festivus is a holiday for the "rest of us", the people burnt out by the total overchristmasization (is that a word?) of today's United States. 

For those not familiar with Festivus:

Festivus is celebrated every December 23 and has several aspects. 

First is the Festivus pole, always made of aluminum.  It is undecorated, as opposed to a Christmas tree.  But strong.  It should have a "high strength to length ratio".  No tinsel is allowed.

Then is the Festivus dinner.  At the beginning of the dinner is the Airing of Grievances.  "I've got a lot of problems with you people, and now you're going to hear about it!" is how it begins.

Each participant then tells each family member and friend how that person disappointed him/her.  However, if you extended this to other aspects of life...well, again it may just be my sour mood but I could really dump on some aspects of my daily life. The airing of grievances is a welcome change from the constant "be grateful for your life!" refrain you hear every day.

I could recite a long list but it's become obvious our society is becoming more and more mean spirited each year.  The haters gain power.  We are trying to tear ourselves apart.  We have become selfish, self-absorbed and a few other things.  We follow every detail of the Hollywood Stars lives, and musicians who don't even deserve the name, but we ignore those in our back yards who need friends more than ever.  We have lost our will to fix our problems.  (Some would argue that we are also fighting back, but this is the Airing of Grievances.)


Then is the Festivus dinner - meat loaf on a bed of lettuce, with peas.  If you drink alcohol, you must do it from a flask.

Which brings us to the last event, the Feats of Strength.  After the head of the family is pinned to the ground in a match of strength, dinner is over.

Perhaps we will wake up, one day, and find that our health care is a model for the world, that our infrastructure has been repaired, and we are once again a country not trying to tear ourselves apart.

Just think.  It would be a true Festivus miracle.

Solstice - #SkywatchFriday

Photos from Wednesday in Binghamton, in upstate New York.

Seeing the sun isn't a common occurrence in December.

Is that contrail saying "no sunny skies?"

No worries. It is snowing now.

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The Cure for Bah Humbug

If you are burnt out, and yelling "Bah Humbug!" at the world, you may want to check this video out, on this, the first day of winter in the Northern Hemisphere.

If you have never read Charles Dicken's classic A Christmas Carol you can get it online at no cost. 
It's been made into movies several times, and has been performed as a play perhaps millions of times.  It is a holiday tradition in Chicago and elsewhere.

You don't need to be Christian to understand its message.

One of the most popular Christmas classics comes to life in a special way.

On this CBS Sunday morning segment, Lee Cowan met Paris Strickland, the first female Tiny Tim in a Chicago production of Dickens' miraculous "A Christmas Carol," who is something of a miracle herself - she survived a brain tumor at just four months old.  Click on the link above to see this report.

It will only take about five minutes out of your life.

It will stay with many a lot longer.

Manicotti Traditions #FlavoursomeTuesday

Yes, it's Wednesday  I'm a day late.

We never thought a tradition would end this way.

In 2015, I blogged about my in law's traditional family Christmas.  We would all travel downstate, some 190 miles (305 km) to a city near New York City, and visit my mother in law's in laws.   But in 2015, we had to move my mother in law (who is now 90) up here to be near two of her sons.  We weren't able to make the trip.

A cousin of my spouse's hosted the dinner for years.  Even during her two bouts with breast cancer, she insisted on hosting.  She made her specialty.  She told me she timed it around her bouts of tiredness and other side effects of the medication she was taking.

Tradition.

"I am not an accomplished cook." she told me once.  "But all you need to do is learn to make one dish, and make it well.  Make it better than anyone".  And so, she developed her specialty.

Manicotti.  The kind of manicotti that is pronounced "mon-i-gaut" (accent on the final syllable). Perish the thought anyone in my inlaw's family would ever pronounce it "man-i-cotti".

I hate the lighting in my house sometimes - gives everything a yellowish cast.

No, manicotti is not the stuff served in pasta tubes in some clueless Italian restaurants (and you know which ones they are).  No.  Manicottis start with light as air crepes, each painstakingly cooked by hand, spread out.  Then they are filled with a pillowy mixture of ricotta, mozzarella, eggs, parsley, and love. Covered in homemade tomato sauce simmered with meatballs and Italian sausage, they are a dish worthy of Christmas dinner.

In 2015, the thought of missing her manicotti hurt us almost as much as the fact that we would not see their maker or the other family.

So I begged my spouse to call, and get the recipe from her.

I didn't know if she would reveal the recipe. But she likes us.  After some hesitation, she gave the recipe to us  She emailed it to us.  But first, she cautioned that my spouse (the family cook) really had no business making it.  Perhaps she would come up and visit us, one day.

My spouse promised he would not embarrass the family.

He cooked the crepes.

He mixed the ricotta filling.

He assembled the manicotti.  On Christmas Day 2015, he served it.

Now, in 2017, due to a combination of various situations, my spouse won't be making manicottis.
Instead, he will make a standing rib roast.  I'm sure it will be delicious.

Maybe one day the homemade manicottis will be back on the menu.  But for now, we have to let go of tradition.

Welcome to #FlavoursomeTuesday.

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Random Acts of Kindness Past

I first blogged the following in 2010, with an update in 2014.  Now I want to update it still again.

This year, 2017, I want to thank co workers and fellow bloggers/relatives who have shown me support in the last few days.  It means a lot to me.   Thank you, all who have commented.

In 2014 I wrote this:

Yesterday, shopping for a card for a friend who is about to undergo surgery on Wednesday, I received a random act of kindness that was so special, that both of us ended up hugging and crying right in the middle of the store.  I don't know the name of this woman, but I am tearing up again just thinking of her.

I don't know if I will ever meet her again (I only shop in this local store, a gift shop, several times a year) but if not, I hope she finds out, somehow, how much what she did meant to me.  And, may she receive much goodness in her life. (2017 update - I have never seen her again).

In November of 2010, I also experienced a random act of kindness.  I've experienced some since but this one, in a way, also was special.  Maybe, I shouldn't say this one was special - all of them are special.  But, I wonder how the man in this story is doing.  Is he better off?  Despite what must have been hard times for him, he had such an upbeat attitude.

Here's the post from 2010:

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I saw something inspiring, as we get closer to the Thanksgiving season, this afternoon.

I had gotten out of work early for a couple of appointments.  After the appointments, spouse decided we should get our Thanksgiving turkey.  We did so, and then remembered that a nearby Aldi had good sales on fresh cranberries and also celery.

I don't know if you have an Aldi's where you live.  If you do, it is an interesting concept.  Aldi is actually a huge chain in Germany, with stores in various stores on the Continent and also in Great Britain.  In the United States, for some reason, they initially came in as a "bargain" store, with (in my opinion) dirty, ill lit stores.  I would not shop there for years.  You couldn't get a shopping cart without paying a deposit. You had to bag things yourself (and if you didn't bring bags, they would gladly sell them to you.)  The employees "did it all", the same people doing store cleanup, stocking, and cash register.

When my son took German in school, his teacher came in one day with an Aldi ad from Germany.  What a difference!  Aldi in Germany is almost like a combination grocery/department store.  But meanwhile, back in upstate NY...

Due to that ad, we gave them another shot.  'They had seriously upgraded the stores in the meantime, with better lighting and edible produce. So we do shop there on and off, depending on the sales. You can't beat their prices, although I don't think I would ever buy fresh meat there.  But they do have a number of really decent store brands (they sell very little national brands, if you care about that-I don't) and when they have specials on German food....well, they are German.

At one time, their target clientele, to be blunt, was lower income people.  But now with the economy, you find a lot of middle class people in there too.  Times are hard.  I'm grateful for the Johnson City Aldi.  (they've even opened a second store just to the north of Binghamton).

Anyway, there we were getting ready to check out.  We only had three items.  The line was long, although the lines there tend to move quickly.  The person at the back of the line had an overflowing cart. "Here, go ahead of me."  The next person also let us in, and also let go ahead of him a person right behind us who had two items.  His clothes were a little dirty and he walked like he had a stiff leg, with a limp.

We struck up a conversation with the man with the limp.  He had some extra money because he had sold two cars at auction today.  He had been up since 5 am.  It was a good day for him, because he was able to buy another car to fix up and sell.  Best of all, it was his birthday.  He couldn't see why he should spend $30. at Texas Roadhouse [a steakhouse chain in the U.S.] when he could buy some frozen steaks and cook him at home (we don't know if he had a loved one waiting for him.  I hope so).  He was so glad to be spared a few extra minutes on line, so he could get home and rest.

I hope this gentleman had a wonderful rest of the day, due to this random act of kindness.

Blue Christmas - #MusicMovesMe

Blue Christmas, by Elvis Presley.

The lyrics don't really match what I want to blog about today, but in a way, the title does.

If you love music, why don't you join Xmas Dolly and the other Elves under the mistletoe?

The Head Elf is XmasDolly.  Her co-elves are:  Callie of JAmerican Spice, and ♥Stacy of Stacy Uncorked♥   The Rockin' elf Cathy from Curious as a Cathy !


This throwback is from December 9, 2009, the first time I wrote about "Blue Christmas".  Repeating this post has become a holiday tradition for this blog, because not everyone has a happy holiday season.

In 2015, our family (inlaws) experienced holiday death in the family again. My brother in law's mother in law passed away right after Thanksgiving.  An aunt's sister died on Thanksgiving Day (November 26) .

I was so tired, for various reasons, that I never even decorated that year.

This year, I wanted to share with my friends at Music Moves Me.   My mother in law, who is 90, had a hospital experience last week that has become the norm for too many of our seniors.  It would be too exhausting to write about now. So we are going through another Blue Christmas.

My writing has become more polished over the years but I am not going to do any editing.  This voice from the past is speaking to me, and I hope its message will help some of my readers.

Here's the post from 2009.

Tis the Season....for Sadness

Happy Holidays!

No, that's not true.

The holidays are not happy for everyone. 

11 years ago December 25.....  Spouse and I were at my in-laws on Christmas Day.  They live about 150 miles from where we live.  We had a nice day with other family members, and settled down to watch "It's a Wonderful Life"  with my mother in law and father in law.  Then we went to bed.

My father in law never woke up.  He died during the night of a massive heart attack, his third.

Imagine my mother in law, spending the day after Christmas arranging for the funeral of her husband of nearly 50 years.    The decisions that had to be made quickly, oh so quickly.  The little things, like flowers being almost impossible to come by (flowers being a part of their culture's funeral tradition).  Or us having to borrow clothes for the funeral-most people don't visit for Christmas with black clothes in their suitcase!  Those little details, in a sea of all the major details, on a holiday weekend.

The family gathered again but this time for a much sadder occasion.  Many people came to the funeral home, and it was a great comfort.  But then everyone had to go home, including us.

And then the next Christmas rolled around.  It was not easy.  But we survived, and each year it became easier.  My mother in law has established her independence, and enjoys Christmas with family.

It never goes away but it does become easier.  Although, I have never watched "It's a Wonderful Life" again.

Years ago I worked with someone whose husband died from cancer on Thanksgiving.  In my youth I couldn't understand why Thanksgiving was so hard for her.

Now I understand.

"Blue Christmas" is more than an Elvis song.  For those who have experienced loss:  loss of a loved one, loss of a relationship, loss of a job, the holidays can be so hard to survive, even if you are not a Christian.  Wherever you go, you are surrounded by smiling Santa's, by holiday decorations, by endless carols blaring at work, at the supermarket, at the mall, by constant reminders that everyone is happy.  Except you.

But, you are not alone.  And you will get through it, although it may take a long time.

Time is your friend.  It was for me.  I hope it is for you.