February 13, 2002
Lenten Ways

  1. What was the first thing you ever cooked? Oatmeal chocolate chip cookies from my mom's recipe book. I won second or third prize at the county fair for them. They were my favorite cookie, so I thought they were insane not to award me first.
  2. What's your signature dish? This one is hard. I'm a very very good cook. My husband will agree to this. I think one of the things I do exceedingly well is teriyaki marinades for barbecues. I won a prize for my recipe from Black and Decker. Okay, and you can't laugh...they sent me a snake light for said barbecue masterpiece. I don't know the correlation between good bbq and a snake light, but I have a few dirty minded ideas. 3. Ever had a cooking disaster? (tasted like crap, didn't work, etc.) Describe. I suck at gravy. It's not that it tastes bad, it's just that it doesn't taste --imagine corn starch sauce with a faint flavor of meat...that's my gravy. Mike is in charge of gravy. His grandmother showed him how to do good gravy for this year's Thanksgiving, so he's really in charge of it, now. 4. If skill and money were no object, what would make for your dream meal? Skill isn't that big a deal, generally. I have always wanted to try that spice that is really super expensive -- I think it's saffron. I have no idea what it is or how to cook with it, but I'd be willing to learn.

    My biggest issue with cooking is more time and money. I never have time to make the kind of elaborate meals I'd like. My idea of a fun meal would be to make a whole buffet of Indian food, including homemade nan. I'm not keen on curries, but I've had some Indian food that made my toes curl. My experience of indian cooking is pretty limited and dude, I soooo don't do curries. I'd really really like to learn to make some of the sauces like Tamarind and the mint-yogurt-spicy sauce. I haven't found good recipes for that. I have Lord Krishnah's cookbook, but that's about it.

    With the vegetarian agenda of the coming weeks, I'm sure some Indian cuisine will be hitting my weekend kitchen. 5. What are you doing this weekend? I'm doing laundry until I'm dead and catching up on my work work. Mike will be helping Russell get together all his stuff for his science project. We're going to have to go through Russ's cubscout book and find out what exactly he has to finish for his Bear badge. I'm also going to be continuing on my Idita Walk thing.

    I found out about the Idita Walk on Robyn's page and went ahead, sent my check in and counted myself lucky to have an excuse to exercise daily other than my diabetes. Telling myself I'm doing it to avoid dying of diabetes, sometimes is just too depressing. In fact, after reading about Waylon Jennings dying at 64 was just too damned depressing. I cried all the way home because that's only 26 years away from me...almost as old as my husband is now.

    I'm having trouble with my disease doing bad things to my body. I've got veins that seem to be falling apart. At first, I just had the tiny capillaries breaking around my ankels, but now I've got a little of that in my legs, too. And the other day, I notice a lot of weird looking veinage on my side. I'm so sensitive to my sugars lately, too. If I have a 140, my back aches terribly.

    I walked 45 minutes today. I had cottage cheese and fruit for breakfast. I'm eating two tofu dogs and whole wheat buns, some salad mix with balsamic vinegar dressing and a kiwi. For dinner, we're having veggie chili and cornbread and salad.

    I just read on the ADA site that a study found that people who are high risk for developing diabetes, reduce their chances sustantially by making changes to their diet and exercise regimen to reduce weight and increase fitness. People who used only medication, were twice as likely as the other group to get diabetes.

    Additionally, another study concluded that exercise helps to control insulin levels. Period.

    I am exercising because I don't want to die. When I told Mike that if Waylon Jennings could die at 64, so could I. For a moment, I saw naked pain on his face. He's a guy, so he pulled his face together and touched my hand. But the pain on his face...wow, I don't want to ever see that again. And if I die slowly in pieces in front of him, I don't think I'd ever stop seeing it.

    The really spectacular news is that I've lost another size. I bought a pair of size 20 jeans at Wal-mart yesterday.

    I don't know what God has in mind for me, but I am exercising and losing weight and hope that the diabetes goes along with the pounds.

    Because though in my mid-twenties I might have told you different, I have blessings in my life and I don't want to die.

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