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Sunday, May 8, 2011
SALE!
Use the coupon code: MAY08 to get 20% off anything in my shop! For a limited time only, so buy now. :)
Thursday, March 31, 2011
Exercise Freedom
The other day, we were walking home, and Caleb was 20 yards or so behind me drawing stuff in the dirt of the sidewalk, and I called for him to come on! (A mostly futile call) As I was turning to keep walking, this guy who was at a red light (in a sports car), hollers angrily to, "HOLD HIS HAND!" Like he's really outraged that there is a untethered child near a road.
I was hoping he slow down to lecture me after he turned on to our road (he was making a left hand turn), so I could make a comeback (he was a good 60 yards back when he yelled). But he just zoomed past us in his flashy car. Typical of the "do-gooder" set.
Like the people that called the police on us last fall, because Caleb was out walking in his barefeet (and the police came!). The people that called the police didn't slow down and ask us if we needed a ride somewhere, or if we were too poor to afford shoes (then offering to drive us down to Dollar General and buy him some), or advising us of the various risks of walking down the sidewalk in barefeet in October or inquiring as to the conditions of the sidewalk.
No, they sped by us, maybe slowing down enough to see that he was bare foot. Then vrooming off, they dialed the police on their cell phones, undoubtedly while they were driving (a known accident risk).
My brother just loaned me a book called The Criminalization of Almost Everything. I haven't read it yet, but it's not just the government criminalizing us. We are criminalizing (is that even a word?) each other! Instead of helping each other or trying to understand each other, we'd rather the other guy have to deal with the police and maybe the Child Protective Services.
It's mean. It's rude. It's unneighborly. It's a drive-by shot at your parenting, designed to make the shooter feel superior.
"I don't let my child walk anywhere without holding my hand, therefore I'm a better parent." [of course most parents in the suburban United States don't walk ANYWHERE with their children aside from walking from the car to the school, store, etc.]
"I never leave my child in the car no matter how tired or how much he doesn't want to come in." [but how much of this is because you are afraid of the busybody pulling in next to you calling the police?]
"I never let my child leave the house without shoes." [but maybe if you knew how good for your body walking barefoot is, you would. Or if you weren't so afraid of absolutely everything!]
These drive-by parenting attacks, I'm talking about the ones that involve the police, are fueled by ... what? Not empathy, not compassion, not considerate concern, not the bravery of a whistle blower. No, they are fueled by the opposite emotions:
Self-centered-ness: Because you want to feel better. You want society (as evidenced by the police) to validate your view of the world (i.e. walking in barefeet is dangerous, children in cars alone are likely to be abducted, etc.).
Coldness: This is what the dictionary said the antonym for compassion is. Instead of trying to feel what the other person is feeling or understand why they are doing what they are doing, you just want to force your way of life on someone else. Really these people don't care a whit about you or your child.
Is there even a bit of malevolence involved? I think in some cases there is. Just hating the perpetrator of these horrendous child abusing acts so much, that you want their life to be upset.
Cowardice: There was a woman at our LLL meeting, who was reported to CPS by someone at the school she used to teach at (a former colleague!), because the reporter thought her baby was too thin because she was breastfeeding. And so this woman had to deal with weeks of hassle dealing with educating the CPS workers, because this person was too cowardly to say anything to her face.
The trick is not to let these people win. We can't let the people that have the local police on speed dial stop us from living the way we want to! We have to keep on exercising our freedom before people like that steal it from us completely.
I was hoping he slow down to lecture me after he turned on to our road (he was making a left hand turn), so I could make a comeback (he was a good 60 yards back when he yelled). But he just zoomed past us in his flashy car. Typical of the "do-gooder" set.
Like the people that called the police on us last fall, because Caleb was out walking in his barefeet (and the police came!). The people that called the police didn't slow down and ask us if we needed a ride somewhere, or if we were too poor to afford shoes (then offering to drive us down to Dollar General and buy him some), or advising us of the various risks of walking down the sidewalk in barefeet in October or inquiring as to the conditions of the sidewalk.
No, they sped by us, maybe slowing down enough to see that he was bare foot. Then vrooming off, they dialed the police on their cell phones, undoubtedly while they were driving (a known accident risk).
My brother just loaned me a book called The Criminalization of Almost Everything. I haven't read it yet, but it's not just the government criminalizing us. We are criminalizing (is that even a word?) each other! Instead of helping each other or trying to understand each other, we'd rather the other guy have to deal with the police and maybe the Child Protective Services.
It's mean. It's rude. It's unneighborly. It's a drive-by shot at your parenting, designed to make the shooter feel superior.
"I don't let my child walk anywhere without holding my hand, therefore I'm a better parent." [of course most parents in the suburban United States don't walk ANYWHERE with their children aside from walking from the car to the school, store, etc.]
"I never leave my child in the car no matter how tired or how much he doesn't want to come in." [but how much of this is because you are afraid of the busybody pulling in next to you calling the police?]
"I never let my child leave the house without shoes." [but maybe if you knew how good for your body walking barefoot is, you would. Or if you weren't so afraid of absolutely everything!]
These drive-by parenting attacks, I'm talking about the ones that involve the police, are fueled by ... what? Not empathy, not compassion, not considerate concern, not the bravery of a whistle blower. No, they are fueled by the opposite emotions:
Self-centered-ness: Because you want to feel better. You want society (as evidenced by the police) to validate your view of the world (i.e. walking in barefeet is dangerous, children in cars alone are likely to be abducted, etc.).
Coldness: This is what the dictionary said the antonym for compassion is. Instead of trying to feel what the other person is feeling or understand why they are doing what they are doing, you just want to force your way of life on someone else. Really these people don't care a whit about you or your child.
Is there even a bit of malevolence involved? I think in some cases there is. Just hating the perpetrator of these horrendous child abusing acts so much, that you want their life to be upset.
Cowardice: There was a woman at our LLL meeting, who was reported to CPS by someone at the school she used to teach at (a former colleague!), because the reporter thought her baby was too thin because she was breastfeeding. And so this woman had to deal with weeks of hassle dealing with educating the CPS workers, because this person was too cowardly to say anything to her face.
The trick is not to let these people win. We can't let the people that have the local police on speed dial stop us from living the way we want to! We have to keep on exercising our freedom before people like that steal it from us completely.
Thursday, February 24, 2011
Follow up on TOYS ARE FOR FUN!
I got a kick out of Lenore Skenazy's latest article for the Wall Street Journal. So I decided to post a link to it here, since I have talked about my irritation with toy sellers peddling "educational" toys.
She says:
She says:
Or consider the IQ Baby brand blocks at Small World Toys. These are "designed to reward infant development." That they do. They're blocks. It's rewarding when they don't fall down. Other toys at that booth encouraged "concentration and memory while reinforcing dexterity and hand-eye coordination."
Hand-eye coordination, I quickly discovered, is the go-to claim for any product that can't find anything else to say for itself. ("Develops spatial awareness" is a distant second.)
At one booth I asked the salesman if there's anything on earth that doesn't promote hand-eye coordination: "Like, if you're a baby and you grab something, even a toe, aren't you developing hand-eye coordination automatically?"
"Would you rather we not create toys?" he huffed back.
Oh brother.Monday, January 31, 2011
Living or driving?
Walking is something that people used to do a lot. Before there were cars...
Some people had horses, but before cars, people did a lot of walking. It wouldn't have been uncommon for someone to walk several miles in a day to get to where they needed to go. Three miles one way would be nothing.
The reason I'm talking about this is because I don't have a car. My dear van that we lived and traveled in has become a burden. It has issues, expensive issues, and I just don't want to have them fixed. I had toyed with the idea of giving the van up before this after I bought the house, but I never could have done it had the vehicle not forced my hand.
It's hard not having a car. America is a sea of automobiles. Everything we do revolves around cars. Part of the reason it's so hard to live without a car is because of all the cars! You can't just walk places, because there are all these roads (with no sidewalks and steep ditches on the sides). The cars drive really fast, and it's scary.
But even where there are sidewalks, people still don't like to walk, because we are just lazy. Well, sort of. And unwillingness to use our muscles is just one part of it. The other part is that we are impatient. If I take a car 1.5 miles to the post office, I can be there and back in under 15 minutes (and that includes checkout time). If I walk, I can make it there in about 25 minutes if I'm pulling Caleb in the wagon, or carrying him on my back.
If Caleb and I both walk, it's more like 45 minutes (not because he can't walk faster, he just doesn't, he likes to make snow balls and crush every clump of snow and just generally be about 4 year old). Think of all the things that I could be doing with those 45 minutes!! And then there's the 45 minutes back and the however much time in between trips, because if you are going to walk "all the way" into town, you might as well go to the gym for a swim or hit up the library for some new books or stop at Cathy's Diner for a pancake. All that just to mail out an international package!
But who says those are bad things? Walking, however slow, is better for your body than sitting in a car. Fresh air is good for your lungs. Spending time with your son throwing snowballs and singing on your walk is better than rushing him out the door and in the carseat and out of the carseat into the post office and back in the carseat and home again. Taking the time for a swim or some books or supporting a local pie shop aren't bad things either.
But some people think that children shouldn't be walking. It's too hard. It's too cold. "I really hate to see a child walking." Really? Because children have a right to be shuttled around all day? They should never have to be cold or get tired using their legs?
We have gotten weak and flabby as a species. Instead of using our legs to get places, we go to the gym and run in place staring at the TV. We balk at the idea of walking a couple miles to get to where we need to go. We've gotten so "busy" that we can't take the time to go slower and enjoy ourselves more. The irony is our busy-ness is going to pay for all the things that we don't have time to do.
Too busy to walk or bike-because you are paying for your car (the lowest 20% of income earners spend $2,856 on yearly car costs-probably higher now because gas prices are rising).
Too busy to cook from scratch-because you are paying for someone else to process your food for you.
Too busy to spend time with your kids-because you are spending too much money on your kids.
Too busy to fix up an old house-because you are too busy earning money to pay for your new one.
And so on...
Another irony is that while everyone says that Americans are so busy-busy, busy, busy, rushing around--they spend 2.8 hours a day watching TV (according to the bureau of labor statistics)!
My all-time favorite book, Beat the System by Gary Paulson, put it this way-he was talking about television, but it really could apply to anything:
"When you are living poor and working at improving the quality of your life it takes time; not just time to work at things, but time to enjoy them as well. Perhaps a description of what I mean would be more appropriate.
When I taught at the University of Colorado I would spend hours teaching or preparing to teach for what amounted to so many dollars an hour. When I finished teaching for the day I would go home, stopping at the store on the way to buy prepared food of one kind or another (usually fattening; often fried chicken or some other quick food), and after eating I would sit down and vicariously live by watching somebody do something on television. If I were in the daydreaming mood I would dream of taking a vacation to fish or hunt or go sailing or some such endeavor--quite often something I was watching the people on television doing.
Now I no long teach at the University of Colorado, no longer earn so many dollars for hours of teaching, no long stop at the store and pick up a chicken to eat while I watch somebody else do the living.
Instead I might, typically, hunt dinner, if it's fall. Or fish for dinner if it's summer. The same hunting or fishing I would have done on vacation except now I do it for food instead of stopping at the store. If I'm not hunting I might be taking dinner from our garden system, or working at my food in some other way.
The point is that when you are living and not just watching somebody else live on the tube, it takes time to live that you would have spent watching them do it for you. I might spend hours hunting, hours that I enjoy, to bring home a few grouse or rabbits or a deer; then more hours to process the meat and prepare it for either storage or cooking. Then still more time is spent cooking it and finally, best of all, the time spent eating it. Not during any of this, at no time in this whole process of living, have I got any time to watch some silly idiot jumping around shooting bad guys on the video screen. (emphasis added)
That, more than anything else, describes how I want to live my life...minus all the shooting of animals, of course, since I'm a vegetarian. :)
Some people had horses, but before cars, people did a lot of walking. It wouldn't have been uncommon for someone to walk several miles in a day to get to where they needed to go. Three miles one way would be nothing.
The reason I'm talking about this is because I don't have a car. My dear van that we lived and traveled in has become a burden. It has issues, expensive issues, and I just don't want to have them fixed. I had toyed with the idea of giving the van up before this after I bought the house, but I never could have done it had the vehicle not forced my hand.
It's hard not having a car. America is a sea of automobiles. Everything we do revolves around cars. Part of the reason it's so hard to live without a car is because of all the cars! You can't just walk places, because there are all these roads (with no sidewalks and steep ditches on the sides). The cars drive really fast, and it's scary.
But even where there are sidewalks, people still don't like to walk, because we are just lazy. Well, sort of. And unwillingness to use our muscles is just one part of it. The other part is that we are impatient. If I take a car 1.5 miles to the post office, I can be there and back in under 15 minutes (and that includes checkout time). If I walk, I can make it there in about 25 minutes if I'm pulling Caleb in the wagon, or carrying him on my back.
If Caleb and I both walk, it's more like 45 minutes (not because he can't walk faster, he just doesn't, he likes to make snow balls and crush every clump of snow and just generally be about 4 year old). Think of all the things that I could be doing with those 45 minutes!! And then there's the 45 minutes back and the however much time in between trips, because if you are going to walk "all the way" into town, you might as well go to the gym for a swim or hit up the library for some new books or stop at Cathy's Diner for a pancake. All that just to mail out an international package!
But who says those are bad things? Walking, however slow, is better for your body than sitting in a car. Fresh air is good for your lungs. Spending time with your son throwing snowballs and singing on your walk is better than rushing him out the door and in the carseat and out of the carseat into the post office and back in the carseat and home again. Taking the time for a swim or some books or supporting a local pie shop aren't bad things either.
But some people think that children shouldn't be walking. It's too hard. It's too cold. "I really hate to see a child walking." Really? Because children have a right to be shuttled around all day? They should never have to be cold or get tired using their legs?
We have gotten weak and flabby as a species. Instead of using our legs to get places, we go to the gym and run in place staring at the TV. We balk at the idea of walking a couple miles to get to where we need to go. We've gotten so "busy" that we can't take the time to go slower and enjoy ourselves more. The irony is our busy-ness is going to pay for all the things that we don't have time to do.
Too busy to walk or bike-because you are paying for your car (the lowest 20% of income earners spend $2,856 on yearly car costs-probably higher now because gas prices are rising).
Too busy to cook from scratch-because you are paying for someone else to process your food for you.
Too busy to spend time with your kids-because you are spending too much money on your kids.
Too busy to fix up an old house-because you are too busy earning money to pay for your new one.
And so on...
Another irony is that while everyone says that Americans are so busy-busy, busy, busy, rushing around--they spend 2.8 hours a day watching TV (according to the bureau of labor statistics)!
My all-time favorite book, Beat the System by Gary Paulson, put it this way-he was talking about television, but it really could apply to anything:
"When you are living poor and working at improving the quality of your life it takes time; not just time to work at things, but time to enjoy them as well. Perhaps a description of what I mean would be more appropriate.
When I taught at the University of Colorado I would spend hours teaching or preparing to teach for what amounted to so many dollars an hour. When I finished teaching for the day I would go home, stopping at the store on the way to buy prepared food of one kind or another (usually fattening; often fried chicken or some other quick food), and after eating I would sit down and vicariously live by watching somebody do something on television. If I were in the daydreaming mood I would dream of taking a vacation to fish or hunt or go sailing or some such endeavor--quite often something I was watching the people on television doing.
Now I no long teach at the University of Colorado, no longer earn so many dollars for hours of teaching, no long stop at the store and pick up a chicken to eat while I watch somebody else do the living.
Instead I might, typically, hunt dinner, if it's fall. Or fish for dinner if it's summer. The same hunting or fishing I would have done on vacation except now I do it for food instead of stopping at the store. If I'm not hunting I might be taking dinner from our garden system, or working at my food in some other way.
The point is that when you are living and not just watching somebody else live on the tube, it takes time to live that you would have spent watching them do it for you. I might spend hours hunting, hours that I enjoy, to bring home a few grouse or rabbits or a deer; then more hours to process the meat and prepare it for either storage or cooking. Then still more time is spent cooking it and finally, best of all, the time spent eating it. Not during any of this, at no time in this whole process of living, have I got any time to watch some silly idiot jumping around shooting bad guys on the video screen. (emphasis added)
That, more than anything else, describes how I want to live my life...minus all the shooting of animals, of course, since I'm a vegetarian. :)
Friday, January 21, 2011
Why handmade?
I was thinking about why I liked to buy things that are handmade (or make them myself), and it really boiled down to this: I want more people to have the opportunity to live the way that I live (thanks to my loyal customers).
Now before you get up in arms and start shouting that you aren't interested in living in poverty with frozen pipes, and plywood walls, and eating beans every day (we don't do this, by the way), I don't mean live the life that I live. I mean that when people work for themselves, when they can work out of their homes, their lives are enriched.
Speaking for myself only, my life has been enriched since I started working for myself.
+I have more free time (no commute, no preparations, no lunch "break" wasting my time away from home).
+I am able to be pay myself to take care of my son (which is essentially what you are doing when you eschew daycare, preschool, babysitters and nannies).
+My son is spared from being carted around to the caregiver (s), which means less rushed, grumpy transitions times, and more time to play and relax, plus a more secure attachment that I will be there to meet his needs.
+I am able to take care of my home better ("able to" does not always translate into "will" for those of us that are on the messy side).
+Just recently, I have even given up my van (after living in it for 6 months or so). I now rely on the bus, neighbors, and the occasional taxi or rental car. That saves me money in more ways than one, but I'll do a whole post on that later.
+I can work when it's convenient for me. When my son was a toddler, I mostly worked with tools at night, because he didn't want to be left alone. Now I can work with tools at half an hour stretches at various times throughout the day. I also bring my hand sanding with me everywhere so I can work at the playground or the laundromat or outside while Caleb is playing.
+I get the satisfaction of making beautiful, functional toys. After working in an office shuffling paper for 5 years or so, it is immensely satisfying to work and have a finished product.
+I am able to structure my business around my beliefs and ideals. I only use natural products, and I make nice toys that kids will enjoy and will last and finally when they are trashed, they will rot and go back into the earth instead of sitting around in a landfill for however long it takes for plastic to decay.
+Working from home is much less wasteful and more productive, which means you can do more in less time, with less money, which gives you more time for living.
+I never have to come home from work raving about how stupid my bosses are (I just rave about myself!), or how terrible corporate stores are (my brother works at Borders-he does a lot of raving).
+If I'm sick, I take the day off or work in spurts. I recover faster, because I am able to give my body time. I'm also exposed to less sickness not being in an office.
+Working for yourself encourages honesty, excellence, and diligence.
I have so many more options now that I am not losing five full days to work. That 40 hours each week? Well really it ends up being at least 50 with the commute and the prep (and that miserable half an hour stuck on to the front of your day-it used to be 9-5, but now it's 8:30-5) and maybe there is overtime. Plus once you get home, you are so drained, all you really want to do is put something in the microwave and sit in front of the tv. Now that I don't have to deal with that. I've taken to learning new things! I sew dolls, I crochet, I felt, I learn new woodworking techniques, I cook from scratch, I read long, deep books about history and philosophy and economics and science.
By purchasing things that are handmade, I'm contributing to a better life for someone. And yes, it can be more expensive (it can also be cheaper), but that also encourages you to buy less (good thing).
To be honest, I hardly buy anything besides groceries and supplies for my shop and occasionally clothes from the thrift store, but when I do, I try to always think could I get that on etsy? Could I help someone else stay home with her kids? Could I help support quality, REAL customer service, and individuality?
Why do you buy handmade?
Now before you get up in arms and start shouting that you aren't interested in living in poverty with frozen pipes, and plywood walls, and eating beans every day (we don't do this, by the way), I don't mean live the life that I live. I mean that when people work for themselves, when they can work out of their homes, their lives are enriched.
Speaking for myself only, my life has been enriched since I started working for myself.
+I have more free time (no commute, no preparations, no lunch "break" wasting my time away from home).
+I am able to be pay myself to take care of my son (which is essentially what you are doing when you eschew daycare, preschool, babysitters and nannies).
+My son is spared from being carted around to the caregiver (s), which means less rushed, grumpy transitions times, and more time to play and relax, plus a more secure attachment that I will be there to meet his needs.
+I am able to take care of my home better ("able to" does not always translate into "will" for those of us that are on the messy side).
+Just recently, I have even given up my van (after living in it for 6 months or so). I now rely on the bus, neighbors, and the occasional taxi or rental car. That saves me money in more ways than one, but I'll do a whole post on that later.
+I can work when it's convenient for me. When my son was a toddler, I mostly worked with tools at night, because he didn't want to be left alone. Now I can work with tools at half an hour stretches at various times throughout the day. I also bring my hand sanding with me everywhere so I can work at the playground or the laundromat or outside while Caleb is playing.
+I get the satisfaction of making beautiful, functional toys. After working in an office shuffling paper for 5 years or so, it is immensely satisfying to work and have a finished product.
+I am able to structure my business around my beliefs and ideals. I only use natural products, and I make nice toys that kids will enjoy and will last and finally when they are trashed, they will rot and go back into the earth instead of sitting around in a landfill for however long it takes for plastic to decay.
+Working from home is much less wasteful and more productive, which means you can do more in less time, with less money, which gives you more time for living.
+I never have to come home from work raving about how stupid my bosses are (I just rave about myself!), or how terrible corporate stores are (my brother works at Borders-he does a lot of raving).
+If I'm sick, I take the day off or work in spurts. I recover faster, because I am able to give my body time. I'm also exposed to less sickness not being in an office.
+Working for yourself encourages honesty, excellence, and diligence.
I have so many more options now that I am not losing five full days to work. That 40 hours each week? Well really it ends up being at least 50 with the commute and the prep (and that miserable half an hour stuck on to the front of your day-it used to be 9-5, but now it's 8:30-5) and maybe there is overtime. Plus once you get home, you are so drained, all you really want to do is put something in the microwave and sit in front of the tv. Now that I don't have to deal with that. I've taken to learning new things! I sew dolls, I crochet, I felt, I learn new woodworking techniques, I cook from scratch, I read long, deep books about history and philosophy and economics and science.
By purchasing things that are handmade, I'm contributing to a better life for someone. And yes, it can be more expensive (it can also be cheaper), but that also encourages you to buy less (good thing).
To be honest, I hardly buy anything besides groceries and supplies for my shop and occasionally clothes from the thrift store, but when I do, I try to always think could I get that on etsy? Could I help someone else stay home with her kids? Could I help support quality, REAL customer service, and individuality?
Why do you buy handmade?
Wednesday, January 19, 2011
Outdoor Saturday + Biscuit Recipe
Every week, I set aside as much time as we want to spend outside. I make a fire (as it's winter) with my wood scraps.
We cook chili in the fire and eat it with biscuits.
Sometimes I do some sanding. This week we made a snowman since it warmed up enough for the snow to be packable.
I also burned myself trying to take the biscuits out of the oven with just my gloves on and so I dropped the pan and made a mess of my oven.
I modified my biscuit recipe to turn them into cornmeal biscuits, and they were wonderful.
Cornmeal Biscuits
1 3/4 cup of flour (I use a combination of white flour and whole wheat)
1/4 cup of coarsely ground cornmeal
(basically you want 2 cups of flour/meal, you can play with the ratio, for my regular biscuits, just use all flour)
1 tablespoon of baking soda
1 teaspoon of sale
--whisk the dry ingedients
2/3 cup of milk (I use soy milk)
1/3 cup of oil
--pour the oil and milk into the flour and mix it up
--then roll it out to about 3/4 of an inch and cut out biscuit rounds (I use a glass, but you can also use cookie cutters if you are feeling creative.)
--bake them in the oven at 450 for about 15 minutes until they are golden brown on the bottoms
Enjoy! Try to set aside sometime for outside living, it's a lot of fun.
Sometimes I do some sanding. This week we made a snowman since it warmed up enough for the snow to be packable.
I also burned myself trying to take the biscuits out of the oven with just my gloves on and so I dropped the pan and made a mess of my oven.
I modified my biscuit recipe to turn them into cornmeal biscuits, and they were wonderful.
Cornmeal Biscuits
1 3/4 cup of flour (I use a combination of white flour and whole wheat)
1/4 cup of coarsely ground cornmeal
(basically you want 2 cups of flour/meal, you can play with the ratio, for my regular biscuits, just use all flour)
1 tablespoon of baking soda
1 teaspoon of sale
--whisk the dry ingedients
2/3 cup of milk (I use soy milk)
1/3 cup of oil
--pour the oil and milk into the flour and mix it up
--then roll it out to about 3/4 of an inch and cut out biscuit rounds (I use a glass, but you can also use cookie cutters if you are feeling creative.)
--bake them in the oven at 450 for about 15 minutes until they are golden brown on the bottoms
Enjoy! Try to set aside sometime for outside living, it's a lot of fun.
Forget the Menus!
Because we're having Pineapple this week! The grocery store within walking distance of us, Kroger, had a 10 for $10 sale on PINEAPPLE! So obviously we bought ten.
We'll probably be back later in the week to buy another ten. I bought them last night, and we've already consumed three of them. Last night Caleb had pineapples and bananas for dinner, and I had a pineapple, banana, spinach smoothie. This morning we had this big bowl of pineapple with our granola.
Let this be a lesson to you. When you are poor and you can get fresh food cheap, stock up! If you score some good fruit or vegetables, eat them every day for a week! Variety is had over the course of the year. We are feasting on pineapple now, and when strawberries come into season, we will feast on them. When we harvest lettuce from our garden, we'll eat salad every day. When you are poor, or just trying to save money, you have to take what you can get. Another example of why there can be no picky eaters!
We'll probably be back later in the week to buy another ten. I bought them last night, and we've already consumed three of them. Last night Caleb had pineapples and bananas for dinner, and I had a pineapple, banana, spinach smoothie. This morning we had this big bowl of pineapple with our granola.
Let this be a lesson to you. When you are poor and you can get fresh food cheap, stock up! If you score some good fruit or vegetables, eat them every day for a week! Variety is had over the course of the year. We are feasting on pineapple now, and when strawberries come into season, we will feast on them. When we harvest lettuce from our garden, we'll eat salad every day. When you are poor, or just trying to save money, you have to take what you can get. Another example of why there can be no picky eaters!
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