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Phaedra, I love seeing your posts. You are a blessing and an inspiration.
My husband had an emergency admit to the local hospital some years ago. A dietician came in to advise on a salt-free diet and we couldn't even relate to what she was saying. How does that translate to cooking from scratch? We don't eat the heavily processed foods she was talking about. The food he was served was abysmal -- high fat, high processed, high salt, high sugar (and that was their 'low salt' menu).
Contrast that with the hospital for his surgery, in a predominately Asian community not far away. The food was fresh, natural and highly varied like we are accustomed to. Difference of night and day.
A dear old lady i know has always listened too her doctor, hospitals and always followed their letter too the T. She was admitted too hospital last year after after a fall as well as having numerous medical conditions.My husband had an emergency admit to the local hospital some years ago. A dietician came in to advise on a salt-free diet and we couldn't even relate to what she was saying. How does that translate to cooking from scratch? We don't eat the heavily processed foods she was talking about. The food he was served was abysmal -- high fat, high processed, high salt, high sugar (and that was their 'low salt' menu).
Contrast that with the hospital for his surgery, in a predominately Asian community not far away. The food was fresh, natural and highly varied like we are accustomed to. Difference of night and day.
I second thatPhaedra, I love seeing your posts. You are a blessing and an inspiration.
I have many recipe books but seldom do anything according to a fixed recipe. I prefer to use different concepts and skills on whatever I have at hand.
Today I made some veggies-in-blanket (bacon): beans, tofu, and pumpkin. To ensure the veggies are soft enough, I put the rolls on the upper layer of the rice cooker. Before serving, I pan-fried them again for the best bacon effect. Besides, the rice is cooked with some bacon flavor, too.
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It's a real family restaurant - some for us, some for our feathered and furred members. I can't adequately describe it, but I love this meal preparation process for the entire family.
This box on the left side is for chickens.
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Meaty bones for raw-fed cats and dogs
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Today's lunch for my FIL:
noodle salad (with boiled eggs, sweet potatoes, peas); bacon veggies rolls, sliced zucchini fried with chicken breast.
Apple juice
Yogurt with blueberries, fresh apple puree, and mountain cranberries
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He ate very well today, too. As a cook, it's the best rewarding to know what you cook will become something helpful for someone's health.
Another important thing is to eat with him. Most of what he says now are more like fantasies - some are ridiculous, but well, even at this stage of life, we still need to be listened to, need someone to talk with, and need to be understood.
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My lunch was also delicious -rice with sweet potatoes, pan-fried beans, tofu, and boneless chicken thigh, yummy. Some ingredients are the same, but the final meal is totally different.
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Thanks for the sharing; I have some similar thoughts during these two weeks. However, it's too late today. I will write it down tomorrow.Phaedra, I was in a parking lot yesterday and your FIL's forgetfulness makes me think of the experience.
I've been in the building several times each year over about 30 years. About 5 years ago, a new wing was built - right over the old parking lot. The new parking lot is a spacious bit of asphalt. BTW, is it funny that my cane slips on the ice before my feet do? Always have to pay attention to just moving around!
The parking lot and entrance on that side are not a totally new experience but I'm usually using the door on the other side of the building since I'm parking in the neighbor's parking next door, more recently. So, I come in and there are 2 people just inside the door with the convenient sign directing us, behind them. I look right. I look left! Which way??? Ah yes, I recognize the wall down the hall on the left. The WALL.
If they had changed the wall over the last year, I'd have been lost. It wouldn't have helped that I'd been in one part or another of that building 90 or 100 times in the past. In fact, it might have hindered my sense of direction. There are many things just like this happening every month of every year. Things change. Memories can be misleading and ain't that almost a breach of trust!?
Steve