Massachusetts Wants to Ban Bake Sales

Massachusetts has banned junk food on school grounds during school hours but now they want to ban junk food 24/7 which would include evenings and weekends.  No more junk food at banquets,  no more door-to-door candy sales and no junk food at football games.  No more bake sales which help pay for many of the after school activities for kids.  No junk food at holiday parties.  They even would prefer that no milk or white bread be on the tables at school.

In other words Massachusetts wants to hold the record for being the best “Nanny State”.

Now don’t get me wrong we don’t feed my granddaughter junk.  I realize that a lot of parents do.  I also know that if kids in school want snacks they will get snacks.  Now you will have a whole new black market thing going on in the hallways of 1st graders.  Little Johnny from next door will be selling Sour Patch Kids for $3.00 and homemade chocolate chip cookies for $2.50 apiece.

How do you draw the line at what constitutes junk food.  I make Lilah Oat cakes. They have no sugar, lots of oats, dried cranberries, sunflower seeds and some pastry flour.  She loves them but if she whips one out at lunch how is the food patrol going to know they are healthy? Will they test them on the spot or maybe send it to a lab? Maybe have to take a bite?  Soon the food patrol person will be the one having to shed some pounds.

The whole thing is disturbing to me because I truly feel that our government is taking too much control over our lives and we are letting them.

This man knew what he was talking about when he wrote “1984” published in 1948.

I realize that everyone is going to have a different opinion about this and I do respect all opinions.  Fortunately we still have that right and the government damn well better not take that away from us.

We just better be careful that we don’t let our government take too much control over our daily lives.  Last time I checked we are not all stupid but if we choose to be stupid we should have that choice. I’m afraid that some day a chubby person will be eating fried chicken in a restaurant and the food police will give him a ticket.

Damn, those oat cakes look good.  I keep going back to that photo of them.  I think I will make some tomorrow.

Who should decide what you can eat: you? Or the state?…

It is no coincidence that the push for more food regulation came at a time when Congress obsessed about the rising cost of medical care.

When government pays for your health care, it will inevitably be drawn into regulating your personal life. First, politicians promise to pay. Then, they propose to control you.

Where does it stop? If we must control diet to balance the government’s budget, will the health squad next ban skydiving and extramarital sex? How about another try at Prohibition?

But what about reasonable-sounding policies like forcing businesses to post calorie counts?

Often the Food Police strike an innocent pose, claiming that they just want to give people information. Information is good. But it’s not free. Mandated calorie signs in restaurants cost money. Those costs are passed on to consumers, and the endless parade of calorie counts and warning labels make us numb to more important warnings – like, “This Coffee Is Scalding Hot.”

It’s not as if dietary information isn’t already available. Health and diet websites abound. Talk shows routinely discuss the latest books on diet and nutrition. TV diet gurus are celebrities. That’s enough. We have information. We don’t need government force.

The above article was just written in April about “The Food Police”.
Read more: http://www.foxbusiness.com/on-air/stossel/blog/2012/04/25/food-police#ixzz1uRNnOFpI
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Monday WW Meeting/Crazy Comment/Recipe/And Whatever Else I Can Think Of

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The above came in as a comment today on my last post.   Do these people who write these comments really expect that we will post them or visit their websites or do anything other than press DELETE as fast as we can?

I know you probably get the same ones but it just makes me laugh when you see the misspelled words and poor grammar.

I LOST 2 POUNDS THIS PAST WEEK.  ( Why is the 2 so little?)

 DAY 14-I didn’t post last night but I kept within the bounds of points.

Day 15

  • coffee    1
  • Lunch at a restaurant     sushi 5,   1/2  grilled chicken sandwich (which was overcooked)  4
  • yogurt   1
  • supper   Asian pineapple chicken–recipe to follow  9

total 20 points so I can have a few snacks later

Asian pineapple chicken recipe

 Cut  3 boneless, skinless.  raw,  chicken breasts  into bite size pieces

       saute with a small amount of oil until cooked through and put aside

Meanwhile cook 1 cup of dry white basmati rice in Fat Free chicken broth or water  (  1 cup rice to 2 cups water– add rice to boiling broth or water and turn down heat to a simmer and cook for 10 minutes.  Don’t stir or lift cover during cooking. After 10 minutes turn off heat and let sit for at least 10 minutes. 

In the meantime saute 1 medium sliced onion in a small amount of olive oil until soft,  add 1 medium zucchini sliced into thin slices and quartered, add about 6 or 7 crimini or baby bella mushrooms sliced.  Saute until zucchini is soft.   Add cooked chicken to  vegetables.

Open can of pineapples ( 20 oz. can packed in pineapple juice.   Drain juice and put juice  in a bowl.  Add the pineapples to chicken & veggies.

To the bowl of pineapple juice add  1TBL cornstarch, 1 TBL soy sauce, 1 TBL fresh ginger or crushed ginger in a jar (not ginger powder) mix thoroughly and add to chicken  and veggies.

Simmer until the sauce starts to thicken.

  Spray 2 1/2 quart casserole  dish  with olive oil or Pam.   Layer cooked rice in the bottom of  casserole dish.    Pour chicken/vegetable  stuff on top.  Cook , covered, in a 350 degree oven for 20 minutes to blend flavors.

EAT

Wow, I hope I didn’t screw up the recipe when I typed it.  Any questions I will answer.  It is actually easy to make and very tasty.

Today Sarah and the baby and I met friends who came over on the boat to visit.  We went to lunch where I didn’t eat the french fries which came with my sandwich.

  • coffee   1
  • lunch restaurant/   sushi  5
  • grilled chicken sandwich  4  (very dry)
  • yogurt   1
  • supper  Asian pineapple chicken  9
  • Skinny Cow ice cream sandwich   3

I’m sure I am forgetting something but OH WELL!

Thanksgiving Desserts

So I am hacking into my mother’s blog to ask if anyone has any good ideas for a really fun creative dessert to bring to Thanksgiving with my husband’s family…….FYI they don’t serve turkey they serve lobster.

thanks,

The Daughter

It’s me, JOAN

OMG, I just nearly went nuts. I saw this post but only the title and the date and I’m thinking–That’s it, I’ve finally gone off the deep end. I wrote a post today and don’t remember doing it.

Then I start to read it and I’m wondering why I’m writing about my mother–she’s dead and never ever made desserts when she was alive.

I’m glad to know Sarah is asking for recipes because at least I know I’m not totally whacked. I don’t mind if I can’t remember yesterday but not remembering today would be creepy.

Oh, give her some recipes and make them difficult. I’m not making dessert. Love you Sarah

Updates, Photos, and Whatever!!

Actually, there are no “Updates” now that I think of it. I have done nothing in the past day and a half but blog, read and cook.

THIS IS SUPPER COOKING IN THE CROCKPOT. I HELD OFF ON ADDING CICADAS. I HAVE ENOUGH PROTEIN WITH THE BEEF.

THE BLING SARAH GAVE ME ON MONDAY. STILL CAN’T FIGURE OUT HOW TO OPEN THE BRACELET.

I GOT MY FANCY NEW PROGRESSIVE GLASSES THAT THEY GAVE ME FOR MY BIRTHDAY. I CAN SEE EVERYTHING NOW.

SARAH IN HER NEW DRESS AT THE BEST OF THE VINEYARD AWARDS CEREMONY LAST NIGHT. HER STORE WON “BEST JEWELRY STORE” AND SHE HAD TO ACCEPT THE AWARD. I THINK THE DRESS LOOKS BETTER ON SARAH. BUT, OF COURSE, I’M PREJUDICE.

SARAH’S APARTMENT ON THE ISLAND. SHE STAYS THERE THREE NIGHTS A WEEK DURING THE SUMMER RUSH.

VIEW FROM SARAH’S PORCH. I WILL BE STAYING THERE WITH HER A FEW TIMES THIS SUMMER.

I guess there’s not even any “Whatever” today. It’s cloudy and sort of a blah day. I have a few errands to do and then I am going to read the day away.

Oh, there is one update. I hope you noticed I changed my avatar. It’s the photo of me either falling on my ass or eating in the dark. I can’t remember which one I put up.

Summer Solstice 7:59PM EDT time–That’s My Time

I’m not sure what you’re going to do with this info but I just thought I’d let you know. By 7:59 tonight I will have forgotten all about it because “Ghost Whisperer” will be on in one minute.

I’m sure there are big goings on at Stonehenge. But I can’t make it to the party there.

“Life is not a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, and loudly proclaiming, WOW, what a ride!”

– Anonymous

Time is going by way to fast, but I’m ready for the rest of the ride.

The longest day of the year is today. Tomorrow the day’s will start getting shorter.

This is the first time since 1896 – 112 years – that the summer solstice in the Northern Hemisphere has occurred before June 21, according to the William M. Staerkel Planetarium at Parkland College in Champaign, Ill.

I think I’m supposed to go out in the back yard and dance naked and howl to the moon but I doubt that will happen unless I go buy alcohol which I won’t because tomorrow is weight watcher Saturday. Plus I’d be out there all by myself and I’m sure the neighbors would call the police. Who wants to spend their Summer Solstice in jail?

So at 7:59 PM EDT think of me. I probably won’t be thinking of you because I will be watching “Ghost Whisperer”.

Trip to the Doctor!! Alien in my knee!! Broken Ass Update!!

I had a doctor appointment with my regular doctor yesterday. She’s wonderful and has been both my doctor and my daughter’s for about 17 years. I’m trying to hold off on replacing my two pointless knees until I lose more weight. My right knee hurts 24/7 because of a big bone spur. I also found out there was something “floating” around in it that no one had mentioned to me when I finally got around to seeing an orthopedist. I won’t take pain killers and I have weaned myself off prednisone because I don’t like taking that either. It does a number on your immune system besides having many other side affects. Plus my right knee still hurt when taking it so what’s the point.

I just want to know what’s floating about my knee and can they take it out and maybe that’s what’s causing the pain so now I have to go back to the orthopedist. I just hope it’s not an alien of some sort taking residence in my knee. One day I’ll look down and see it trying to pop out all on it’s own. Well at least that would eliminate surgery.

FREE, FREE AT LAST!!!

We also talked about my back and I am going to go to a pain management clinic. They will offer me pain meds which I will refuse so I hope they have something else up their sleeve. My doctor mentioned they can shoot steroids directly into my back. I just want to be sure they stay in my back and don’t spread everywhere else.

She was very happy with my weight loss though.

THAT’S ME–JUST MELTING AWAY__TOO BAD I HAD TO TURN GREEN TO DO IT AND WEAR THAT UGLY BLACK HAT.

We talked about why my ass still hurts when I sit back on it for my than a half hour. Jeesh, it’s been 4 1/2 months since I broke it but she said it could take a couple of more months before it’s completely healed. I won’t bother you with photos of broken asses. That would be too crass even for me. I promise, no crass ass around here.

I’m keeping it short today. I have to go make a crock pot dinner–spicy Chinese chicken thighs (boneless and skinless). I have to go to the chiropractor. My daughter wants me to go to the SUPER FREAKIN’ WALMART while I am there. We need more weight Watcher’s cheese. So off I go.

Adventures At the Mall- Filled with, Action, Adventure, Horror and Guidance

My daughter called me this afternoon because she was coming home on an early boat. Her store had lost electricity. She told me she was going to the Mall and asked if I wanted to go with her. Of course I jumped at the chance to get out of the house.

She came home and picked me up and off we went to the Mall, about a 1/2 hour drive. We got there around 7:00PM. What we had both forgotten because neither one of us had been to a Mall on a Friday night in a while was that it was filled with Mallrats. You know who they are. You might even have a couple at home.

Mallrats are those kids between the ages of 13-17 who inhabit Malls all over America on Friday nights. They don’t shop, because they have no money. They just take up space and make a lot of noise. The girls giggle and the boys try to look cool and they all just run back and forth. I kept thinking of them as Mall Zombies.  I noticed that all the girl rats and all the boy rats looked the same. If you lined them all up I bet their parents wouldn’t be able to find their own kids. The Mall was also filled with security people. They must have extra ones on duty on Friday nights because they don’t even have that many at Christmas. I think if you took all the rats out, there wouldn’t have been many people there. Adults probably know better than to go to the Mall on a Friday night.

Poor Sarah was trying to push me in the wheel chair through these crowds of Mallrats. It’s hard enough for her to push me in the first place and the rats didn’t make it any easier. I had my CANE with me. Big mistake. We were trying to get through a jam of people and a person had his back to us and wouldn’t move. I instantly had my cane up and was going for his legs but thank goodness Sarah stopped the wheel chair before I could reach him. I was actually going to cane him without even realizing what I was doing. It wasn’t even a rat. It was just some older man who didn’t realize we were behind him trying to get through. Sarah, nicely, said excuse me and of course he kindly moved and let us through. I was horrified that I was actually going to whack him without even thinking.

Sarah bought some clothes and by 9:00PM we were starving. Eating out on a Friday night, the day before Saturday weight watchers was scary for me but I thought I could handle it. While I had waited for her in a couple of stores I got bored and started talking to sales ladies about weight watchers. I was even giving out recipes. A customer came up to me in one of the stores to tell me how much she enjoyed listening in on our conversation. I was stoked. I knew I could handle the restaurant. I also think two of the ladies I talked to were going to join weight watchers.

WE went to the restaurant called “Not Your Average Joe’s”.

We got a table and right away I had to go to the ladies room. There was one woman in there. I heard her turn on the water and I heard her get a paper towel from the towel machine and leave. I went to wash my hands and realized there was a faucet and no knobs to turn on the water and thank goodness I also remembered they had sensors now and all I had to do was put my hands under the faucet and you get water. I don’t go out much as you can tell. Then I went to the paper towel dispenser and it said it had a sensor too with a picture on it of a hand waving in front of it.

THIS IS THE EXACT ONE! IT RUNS ON 4 D BATTERIES. FREAKIN’ NUISANCE.

Well, I started waving my hands. Now I knew it worked because I heard the last lady use it but it wasn’t working for me. I waved my hands every which way and was very thankful I was alone in there. My hands were waving everywhere. I was mouthing off at the thing. I couldn’t get that freakin’ thing to work no matter how much waving I did. By the time I gave up my hands were dry from waving them around.

I went back to the table and I’m laughing at myself and trying to tell Sarah what happened in the bathroom. I don’t have my glasses on and there is a diet soda just waiting for me so I put the straw to my mouth only I suck half the paper the straw was in almost down my throat. Then I make the mistake and say “Fuck” a little too loudly. Now the two of us are laughing way too loudly. The waitress comes over so we can place our order and of course I have to tell her I’m on weight watcher’s so here I go again. She gets really interested when Sarah tells her she went from a size 10 to a size 2 in four months.

Finally after a lengthy discussion about which dinner would have less fat I decide on a Salmon dinner:

“• balsamic glazed salmon a not your average joe’s favorite…grilled and brushed with our balsamic glaze, served with pineapple salsa, jasmine rice pilaf and grilled asparagus.”

I cut and pasted the above from their website. Do you notice the mistake in punctuation. Well, maybe they can’t punctuate properly but the dinner was good.

After all is said and done, we had a good time. Sarah bought three pairs of pants and two tops for work and I got to use a public bathroom and NOT learn how to dry my hands.

Who knew so much could happen at the Mall.

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