Moving: The grief, the joy

 

It’s been six months! Can you believe it? 

So many people warned me about the trauma of moving. They all seemed to be aware that, next to a death, moving is considered #2 on the trauma scale. 

I wouldn’t have considered a move unless the pros and cons list of doing so indicated it would benefit us in the long run, believe me. I blithely thought things would be sorted pretty quickly once we were in our new home. 

Nevertheless, we are both considered beyond our prime at this time. I wrote to my Dr. Lovely. Remember her? It may be worth a click here.

Reason being...

She left her practice after deciding she could no longer “doctor” by being forced to adhere to minimum patient times and realizing that massive amounts of paperwork were not an advantage to patient care. She decided archaeology was a much more interesting possibility at that time, so she jumped into that.

Anyway, when I contacted her, she didn’t give me the doom and gloom stats about picking up and leaving. She just told me she was so happy we could leave under our own terms and conditions, and advised us to find enjoyment in the new place as soon as possible. “Adventures are good”, she said.

Perks and challenges

Our new home is beautiful, in an old-fashioned way. It’s a condo, built 40 years ago. It’s very roomy, just the same square footage as our previous detached home. 

No ocean view here, but some splendid mountains, enormous trees on 10 acres of land. Wild life, mostly squirrels collecting nuts and burying them at this time. Ducks, herons are plentiful. Gorgeous gardens, and I even managed to bring a couple of tubs containing some saffron corms. They are flowering on the balcony this month.

There’s one major thing missing. The wonderful friends who are still such a part of my life. This past Monday I had phone calls from six of them. We had such joyful and close friendships.

Give and take

Since moving I’ve come to wistfully realize the importance of those friends, but also the relief of knowing that caring, younger family members are nearby, with no intervening ferry considerations when you would like to plan a visit.

Needs change as you move along with the years you’ve survived this life.

We are fortunate. Online friends have not experienced our disruption, and have for the most part kept solidly in touch. Our former neighbours still manage to make phone calls on a regular basis. If only they knew how reassuring that is!

Trauma

Six months on, I realize now it’s the emotional trauma of moving that really plays havoc with your mind. This is when the loss of what you had combined with what needs to be altered in the new place for your comfort. And yes, of course I give myself a swift metaphorical slap on the head, knowing our comfort here is amazing, when compared to the present wars in the world. But there is a hollowness in my heart.

It’s the kitchen for me. Forty years ago some demented, but possibly well-meaning guy built this one. I think of it as a kitchen box, and I’m inside it. Seriously, how did he think I would ever manage to do anything with these particular upper cabinets behind the fridge?

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The Sunshine ceiling hangs over my head in the kitchen. I’m sure at the time it was carefully framed in. There are fluorescent bulbs in it, and thin panels that you can only hope will remain where they are positioned, quite low over your head as you move about.

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A peninsula juts out from the wall, Upper cabinets above it succeed in providing storage spaces, even if they do rather block the view out to the eating nook and the lovely outside beyond.

It has taken so long to find the people who we hope will magically transform this old space for us. We know it’s going to be a long haul, but it will be good to just know there is some action and interest ahead with this project.

There’s a wall that must be knocked out to provide extra entrance and exit to the kitchen. I love open plan. In particular, I’m imagining what a difference it will make in this kitchen.

The most urgent build at the moment though is a large bookcase to house all the books that are such an important part of who we are. Fortunately, we’re expecting to have that completed next month. It is a huge trial to have two lockers full of things still stuck away in boxes. The books and the kitchen tools, our friends of a different type, are greatly missed. This wall is where the custom bookcase will go.

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Seasonal adjustments

The days are short and darker now. The rain is gradually helping to recover from the drought, but there seems to be a long way to go. How quickly those years pass! 

 It seems just so recent that we would have been able to manage these projects ourselves, but now it’s a relief to know others are in charge.

Writing is essential for my well-being. You, the readers, make it even more interesting. Thank you for reading, and never, ever give up. Hope you’ll enjoy the new adventure of kitchen redesign, estimated to start in December.

Squirrels and crows mingle on the lawns, the squirrels digging in nuts, and the crows digging them out again. I want some of those walnuts too, and will have to visit the dollar store to buy a nutcracker. These nuts were collected over the last few days, on the other side of the little creek. On closer examination, they don’t actually need a nutcracker. You can just give them a hammer tap, then peel them with your fingers. I think they are Carpathian walnuts because they are quite thin-skinned.

I’m hoping to use them in our first Christmas cake here!

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Thank you!

Your visits are always appreciated and I hope you've found the content interesting and helpful.

Vicki

Your body's mega microbes

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I don’t profess to know much about the more in-depth workings of our bodies. Like many older folks, my long-term memory is vastly better than my short-term recollection of events.

To make it even more interesting, I seem to draw on the long-term memory as I make comparisons of then and now.

Then

Right through school as I grew up in a small Zululand village in South Africa, I can only remember one obese student. My parents explained she suffered from a medical condition, and we were to be kind, not ever mentioning her weight. 

Now

Fast forward now. Obesity has become so commonplace that stats from the World Obesity Foundation predicts more than 51% of the world (four billion people) will be obese by 2035. It is literally becoming a huge, weighty problem, from both economic and health standpoints.

Every week I notice the foods that crowd shopping carts in the supermarket, so many in packaged items, huge amounts of fizzy drinks. These are all ultra-processed foods. If they are your main source of nourishment, your prognosis of health is not too good.

But why?

Like most folks, I thought the simple secret to obesity was caused by over-consumption of food. 

That was before I started to realize that food itself has changed. I wrote about this here.

As my interest in this topic grew, more facts about our digestive systems grew. It seems not only good food is important for health, but knowledge of something called a microbiome helps to support it.

In fact, you don’t even need to have a dog or cat in your life. Your personal microbiome can be looked after and appreciated with the nourishment and caring you provide.

I’m guessing most of us don’t really think too much about the trillions of microorganisms that live in our bodies. Usually, they live together quite peacefully. The only time we think of them is if there is an infection. That’s when we team up with a doctor to kill the offending ones with antibiotics.

How much is a trillion? 

Short and sweet--1000 billion (1,000,000,000,000) is 1 trillion. Those tiny microbes seem to practice tolerance as they glom together. They all have a lot of work to do, so that keeps them busy and out of mischief, as long as their host bodies (that’s you) treat them fairly. This huge collection of microbes is referred to as your microbiome.

Scientists seem to agree that our microbiomes are considered by them to be a large organ in the body, weighing from 3-5 lbs, in most cases.  Imagine!  All those tiny microbes are distributed throughout your body, but mostly in the large and small intestines.

You can see by this that what you eat would have a huge effect on your microbiome. Your DNA determines your beginnings of it when you’re born, but later on it’s your diet and where you happen to be on our planet that continually helps in its health protectiveness or its lurch towards your ill health, depending on the balance of your particular microbiome.

It’s pretty well established by the food scientists now that their Ultra-processed foods  (UPF) have achieved their objectives of creating new taste delights and convenience for global appetites. Intertwine those guys with the marketers the lawyers, and the internet. Now you’ve really created a whole new nutritional system for humanity.

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If you don’t really care to treat your precious microbiome to UPF, knowing they’re not real foods, there are some defensive measures you can take.

Admittedly it takes a while longer to do your food purchases. But it may be worth it for the sake of your body.

• Read the labels. Learn to make sense of them.
• Walk around the perimeter of a grocery store, and buy your whole, unprocessed foods there. ( this used to work quite well, but now I notice those convenience foods aggressively intruding there.) You may see an entire freezer case of pizzas at rock bottom prices. Spices, dressings, meats already lathered in sauces ready for you to use. 
• Feed your gut microbiome with prebiotic foods, like apples, artichokes, bananas, barley, oats, chia and flaxseeds, alliums like garlic and onions, beans and legumes, green and black teas, and even cocoa. Adding chia seeds to oatmeal, cooking with a generous amount of garlic and onion, incorporating chickpeas into a salad, can all help your health.

Then again, some members of the microbiome team really appreciate you providing them with fermented foods like kefir, yogurt with live active cultures, pickled vegetables, tempeh, kombucha tea, kimchi, miso, and sauerkraut.

The essence of all this is that much research is going on to give people the help they need to eat satisfying food. It’s very well documented now that sugar should be eliminated. Sugar-free artificial sweeteners are also apparently just as much a problem, according to several studies in the Canadian Medical Journal Association. They are linked to weight gain, not weight loss.

In those days, so long ago, we ate lots of sugar. It was always cane sugar. There weren’t artificial sweeteners. There weren’t processed foods. There was no internet, so countries weren’t subjected to ultra-processed advertising. Countries all used their own local whole foods to a major extent.

So, it’s confusing. Probably the best bet is to remember the size of your stomach, and not overfill. Eat a variety of whole foods, but not too much. 

What you eat is going to either delight your microbiome, or stress it out trying to cope with food that it doesn’t recognize as being real food.

Autumn’s new arrivals

I love to cross over the little bridge in the mornings, and see the different stages of plant life. Animals too, the squirrels, as they gather walnuts and bury them for the winter.

Saw these fascinating fungi amid leaves dropping quietly from the massive trees.

Alemy

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A one-pot wonder in your kitchen!

 

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A taxing endeavor

It’s true. Moving from one place to another is traumatic. Downsizing from a detached home to a condominium is an adjustment that must be made, and it’s slow. Realizing that structural changes are necessary is not easy, but must be done on our forty-year old new home.

It’s all a process. At the moment things like books, favourite kitchen equipment are locked away until we complete our kitchen redesign plans. We are looking at months of work ahead, even with the best scenario.

I miss my food processor, but it’s in a box somewhere. We have two storage lockers. They’re both full. 

The most amazing kitchen equipment I have, stored for the time being on a chair, is my very well used pressure cooker. Since our move I’ve used it almost every day. 

It’s not one of those old ones that has a jiggling little weight on top as it comes to pressure. It won’t explode, as happened in those old days. It is able to perform several functions with willingness and accuracy. You just have to push the right buttons, and always have a half cup of liquid in the bottom of it if you’re using the pressure cooking function.

One pot cooking at its finest!

At my family’s insistence I briefly tried one of those everything-done-for-you services. The idea of someone else doing the prep work for a meal was very tempting. 

I’ve always felt a sous chef would be lovely to have. Someone who would prepare all my ingredients. Plus of course, someone else to wash all the pots and pans involved in each meal.

So these prepared ingredients would definitely fit the bill. They were fresh veggies, plus any spices and condiments needed for a particular meal.They were carefully packaged, and delivered in a large bag, complete with freezer pack to keep them cool. You took one bag, and returned the previous one.

The meals were delicious. You followed their beautifully coloured enclosed recipe cards step by step. An admirable way to teach beginner cooks. 

Not a good match

I dutifully tried this way of cooking about three times. You have to give things a try before you decide it’s not for you. 

The big downside with the system was my recycling container filled up very quickly with a lot of packaging involved. It was amazing. It was well- thought out. The best thing would be that it encouraged cooking for novices who otherwise would be spending their money on take-outs or restaurants. But the dealbreaker was that they didn’t send someone to wash plates, pots and pans afterwards! 

Crucially, in my case, I seemed to be using every pot and pan to produce these meals. My pressure cooker stood reproachfully and idly on its makeshift chair. None of my cabinets are large enough to hold it. 

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A closer look...

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Works for me!

Finally, I decided it was enough. No more fussy cooking for me. No more incredible amounts of packaging filling up the landfill. Regretfully, I opted to use my large knife for food prep. I should never have parted from my food processor. But there just isn’t enough counter space in the new-but-very old kitchen. 

It’s cutting board days for me now. I’m blessed to have a good space to work in. I have a fridge, a dishwasher and a range with oven. Not much to complain about.

I carried the lonely pressure cooker to the stove. I plugged it into the receptacle on the stove. I think insta pot ones came after mine. Who knows, maybe they copied mine? But what I do know is in all the time since moving, and after getting partially organized, I’ve enjoyed a grateful daily cook with Polly, my mostly pressurized superb kitchen friend. 

Not only is she adept at pressure cooking. Sautéing, steaming, slow cooking and keeping completed dishes warm are also in her repertoire.

This morning Polly made perfectly cooked rice, in preparation for a shrimp fried rice dish later on. It has to be chilled before I use it. It is my last cook with her. Took 3 minutes cooking time, 10 minutes after pressure release.

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A bitter-sweet parting

Yesterday, thinking of my gratitude for this wonderful little appliance, I decided to give Polly away. I have cooked with her for 13 years now.

One of my dear friends has a smaller kitchen than mine, and fewer “things” than I have. I called and asked if she’d like to own a well-used but very good pressure cooker. She’s now excited to wait for the arrival of the UPS driver.

At the same time I ordered an instant pot. It is remarkably similar to my beloved Polly, but with more bells and whistles. In addition to all the things previously described, I will now be able to do the following: 

• Sous vide
• Make yoghurt
• Bake
• Sterilize

All 10 functions in one sleek appliance that doesn’t take up much space.

If you’re a person who believes in mainly cooking with unprocessed foods, and who has a horror attack when seeing in shopping baskets what many families consume on a daily basis, a modern pressure cooker is a great tool to help you. 

Modern pressure cookers reduce cook times by 70%, and use way less energy. Their programming ensures that your meal results are usually perfect, but there is a little bit of a learning curve, as some dish components need a few more minutes than others. But as you get used to it, it’s a fascinating and enjoyable way to cook.

Quite honestly, I can’t think of a downside!

Starting over

Amazing how little things can mean so much!  Just give those dormant saffron corms a little bit of moisture, and they perk right up! The rains have begun. In two days the shoots appeared, even with a couple of flowers!

It’s not the same as having thousands of corms, as I had before we moved, almost five months ago. But it’s fun, and hopefully my two large pots will serve as a place for saffron multiplication in the near future. The blossoms smell and look beautiful.

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Ultra-processed food: The low down

Lunch on the go...

School has started again. For senior students, it seems to mean important face-to-face conversations again, mostly at lunch recess times. The other day I found myself in the midst of several young school folks, all buying and sharing fast food ( fried chicken, pizza, etc). I watched them for a few minutes, then asked one of them if kids still pack a lunch for school?

He sized me up quickly, and realized immediately I meant no harm, was just a relic from the dinosaur age. Maybe he even had a grandmother who asked these same ridiculous questions?

From him, I gleaned the fact that no, kids no longer pack a lunch. It’s not “cool”. The peer pressure would be unbearable.

I watched as the “kids” pulled out numerous $20 bills to pay for the food. In a rash moment, I asked my new friend how they have so much money. His eyes shushed me, then he said “They all work for it.” 

Era abilities and preferences

Times have changed. I couldn’t help but think, as older folks are annoyingly apt to do, that this little event would never have happened in my life at my friend’s age.  Everyone packed a lunch. No thought of buying it. 

Lunch was a sandwich, and hopefully some fruit. The sandwich was made with leftovers from yesterday, or several days ago. Some were good enough to share. No ham from the deli. There was no deli!

My fascination with discovering this new teen species increased as I saw there is a kind of hierarchy in sharing lunches now. If you’re popular, you get a share of the actual fried protein. If you don’t cut it, you’re lucky to get one crispy French fry, and everyone laughs at you. Such is the cruelty of youth.

Stats

From academic studies, we can find information about this type of meal that I saw. Fried Chicken, pizzas, and virtually anything children love to eat, are ultra-processed foods. This is a very large, complicated topic, but it’s importance is probably one of the major issues facing the global community today. Eating habits have changed throughout the world, as food conglomerates extend their reach to make more money. Disease is way up, health is way down.

Fact of the matter, we’ll just look at the US for this stat, although it’s applicable to most countries now.

A large 2021 study of 33,7795 youths, aged 2-19 years, showed consumption of ultra-processed foods increased from 61.4% to 67.0%. Unprocessed, or minimally processed, foods decreased from 28.8% to 23.5%.

As I looked at this new-to-me group of youngsters, buying and gorging down their ultra-processed meals, I couldn’t help but observe only two of them were not noticeably obese.

Another interesting study from Canada discusses the links between ultra-processed food and chronic diseases: Study links diet of ultra-processed foods to chronic disease risk

A quality perspective

Strange how some events that seem minor can have lasting effects on people. Talking to the teens is one. It completely changed my thoughts regarding this situation of ultra-processed foods. Then, this email, from a dear friend in Sechelt, came across my desk the other day.

Hi Vicki,

I was in IGA for some yogurt, for the probiotics therein and happened upon an artichoke, different isle, but sometimes you go where your feet take you, and into my basket it went. When I got home I thought I'd better cook up that lovely thing before it languished in the back of the refrigerator, alone and forgotten because I seldom think of artichokes. 

Anyway, I got out one of my few remaining cookbooks to check on the proper timing, but no luck. Nothing on artichokes. 

Pawed through another cookbook, again nada. \

Brought out the Victory Garden cookbook and surprisingly.....nothing at all on artichokes. But, because it is a cookbook and therefore worthy of at least a quick scan, I ruffled through several pages and lo! What did I find under "beets"!? I found your darling recipe for Vicki's Bolognese Sauce, darling, because you actually took the time to photocopy your favourite tomatoes and dried mushrooms. For some reason, this discovery made me very happy.  

I didn't have Bolognese sauce in my mind at all, but I did immediately feel a jolt of true friendship and a closeness that was absolutely delightful. 

You can be very sure of what will be simmering away in my little kitchen tomorrow. Not a single mushroom on hand, so today is out of the question. 

Much love, S.

Here’s the recipe...

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Moving forward

I have decided to write more fully on three topics that folks need to hear about in these crazy, chaotic times we find ourselves in. I want to promote more about 

• Ultra-processed food 
• Climate change
• Kindness

Zuch

I had no idea what this was! 

At first, I thought it might be vomitus from an animal. Then, I thought it might be excreta. But no, it’s little fresh nibbled chunks, possibly spat out by some animal. 

Possibly zucchini? 

Nah... Everyone likes zucchini!

Zucchini?
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Three strikes and the doc is out!

 

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A while back, on the Sunshine Coast

I used to have a lovely physician in my life. He was caring, thorough, always a great listener. Somehow he seemed above the life most of us lesser mortals live. He ran every morning, was someone who truly practiced what he preached. I could never even imagine him eating a Magnum ice cream bar. He was perfection itself. I could also never understand why he and his exquisitely beautiful wife suddenly divorced, after a seemingly lovely marriage. 

But after a very short while, he remarried. I always liked the first wife best. It was a tiny chink in the perfection armor of my doctor hero. But then we moved.

Some things are hard when you move after being in a community for a long time. It's hard to find groups of new friends. Going to a new hairdresser is a huge leap of faith. But sometimes finding a new doctor is one of the bigger challenges out there. I was pleased when a doctor I didn't know agreed to be my family general practitioner.

He's too laid back

It's been four years now. I've been lucky enough to not need many doctor’s office visits in that time, just routine sort of stuff. On those visits I noted how very laid back my newbie doc guy was. On one occasion his office was dusty, and obviously needed a good clean. I made a remark about it, and perhaps it took, because I haven't noticed that on any infrequent visits since. He always looked sloppy.

At times like that a deep sigh welled up in me, a wistful wish that I could be seeing my Mr. Almost-Perfect doc instead.

You feel like a non-person

Dr. Sloppy didn't remember me, except from my notes. He didn't make eye contact with me, which seemed totally bizarre, and quite unfriendly. He'd avert his gaze to the computer, turn his back on me, sit on his little wheeled stool, and type whatever I said. One time I insisted he share it with me. I had the feeling he edited it as he read. 

In three years he never reminded me I needed a checkup. or to have blood tests. I don't like either, but Dr. Almost Perfect would have been on my case about that.

Hygiene

Hand washing was not his strong suit either. Doctors would be amazed at what some of their more pernickety patients notice. But you often get plenty of time to look around an enclosed room when you're waiting for them to enter; you know, when you're ushered into the examination room, and then nothing happens for 15 minutes? 

Although I felt uncomfortable at each sporadic visit, as soon as I left I forgot about these things until the next time. I did grumble though, to my dearly beloved. 

"​Uhhhhhh,” he said.

Exiting

Then my medical crisis happened. That dang, inguinal hernia nightmare started. 

Eleven days after surgery I needed to have the staples removed from the sizable wound. Doctor Sloppy seemed to do a good job, after I gently reminded him I absolutely wouldn't allow this unless I had seen hand washing. This was AFTER he’d already removed the sterile packed gismo they use! AI yi yi!

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“I'm leaving this guy,” I reported to dearly beloved. “Can't take this any more.”

“Uhhhhh” he said.

Isn't she lovely?

First thing Monday, I called the office and firmly requested to have an appointment with a female doctor. She turned out to be beautiful and caring. She told me she’s always late because her main treatment is to listen while patients speak. She examined the bulge and swelling in my groin area very carefully, and was able to reassure me I hadn't actually bust any stitches. She advised how I could ensure the best result for myself by not doing too much too soon. Best of all, she agreed to be my family doctor.

She had one condition. I was to make a half hour appointment so that we could talk and she could know all about me. “Otherwise,” she said, “how could I possibly help you?” Dr. Sloppy had one half sentence on my computer record. That's who I was to him.

Dear, future doctor...

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If you’ve had to deal with anything similar, I’d love for you to share it in the comments. And, as always, your visits, interest and support of the independent blogging community, is appreciated!

Vicki