When I was expecting my first child, Allison, I received priceless advice from Carol the social worker at work. At my baby shower she gave me a stack of children's books and a card that simply said "Read to your baby". (this is now my gift for all new mothers) I thank Carol for introducing me to Margaret Wise Brown, Good Night Moon, the Runaway Bunny, Blueberries for Sal and the vast world of children's literature. I read to my baby, and child and pre-teen too. Her gifts have become treasured memories that still grace our family room shelves, that I look forward to reading to my granddaughter.
At my niece AJ's baby shower yesterday I was responsible for the games, and included a "Children's Book Quote" game that seemed perfect for my niece and her mother (my sister) - the writer. Gina and I both gave quotes from books on our shelves and I tested them on my daughter Allison (now also a mother to be). She got most of them, the harder quotes I edited out of the quiz.
At the baby shower, my cousin Christina (who is a forth grade teacher and new mother ) was the landslide winner with 12 out of 15 quotes correct. The other 30 or more shower guests didn't recognize most of the quotes. Why?
Do parent's not read to their babies? Or do we read our children different books? One mother said she only read books in Spanish. Gina's husband, Zeke, quoted a "Pretty Purse" line that I am sure had sentimental meaning for him and his girls, but was hardly a children's best seller. (certainly not from Winnie the Pooh or Velveteen Rabbit) Or maybe it was the blue baby boy cocktail?
Please take the quiz and report your results. You cannot use your smart phone, google or ask a friend.
I wonder if this is an impossible game? Or, do we need to read to our babies and grand babies?
encore.2.0
A Babybomer couple both retire early, and try to find meaning in their encore careers
Sunday, November 15, 2015
Saturday, October 31, 2015
My Last Halloween
I remember my last Trick or Treat fondly - it was a candy fest! Bags and (garbage) bags of candy! The last quest for Reeses Peanut Butter Cups, Butterfingers, Snickers, KitKats. Mounds, Duds, Twix and Milky Ways. Bags of M & M's, Skittles, Reese's Pieces, Raisenettes. I was thirteen and in seventh grade, and knew this was the last time I could pull off saying "trick or treat" with a straight face. My older sister was in high school and off with the cheerleaders while my mom took my younger brother and sister as cowgirl and cowboy around the neighborhood. My best friend Jamie (the boy down the street that I knew since preschool) and I plotted our course. On our bikes we could cover our entire neighborhood, and the next subdivision for at least a total of 40 to 50 streets of affluent high quality Mars, Hershey and Nestle products. I was a hippie he was a hobo. We made our costumes from hand me downs from our older sisters and brothers. The booty was so good that before the sun went down had to go home to empty our pillow cases because the load was too heavy. It felt so liberating. No parents waiting at the sidewalk or younger siblings and friends to follow along. We were just two kids (a hippie and a hobo) going from house to house. Total freedom to legally get as much free candy as possible!
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Saturday, September 26, 2015
Waist Not Want Not
Hello Fresh Lemony Shrimp Linguine |
Blue Apron Squid Ink Linguine Pasta |
My daughter is conscience of the impact on the planet versus the waistline. In this category, Blue Apron takes pride in their environmental philosophies. All packaging (and with ingredients individually wrapped there is a lot) is recyclable and the website gives instructions on how to dispose of the freezer packs, but I just save them for my lunch cooler. Hello Fresh separates each of the three meals in individual boxes to make it easier to identify what ingredients to use for each recipe, this is added waste that in my opinion is not beneficial for the environment. Both Blue and Fresh boast of using local purveyors with Blue advising they "use farm-fresh ingredients from family-run businesses". I like that Blue gives you information about these farmers and their crops, since I ran our family business and value supporting them. Overall the entire concept of exact portions eliminates the problem of food waste that is a concern for many Americans, but Blue seems more in tune with the next generation's environmental cause.
Blue ApronVietnamese Chicken Wings |
Hello Fresh Asian Shrimp & Pork Won Tons |
Hello Fresh Chicken & Nectarine Panzanel |
If you are my sister and enjoy cooking and are health conscious I would recommend Blue Apron. For my environmentalist daughter, Blue Apron again and my kitchen cleaning husband- Hello Fresh.
Hello Fresh, however comes in a very close second, and I can say that both companies offered fresh food with tasty and unique recipes. So after this experiment in this post-working life I have happily discovered that I enjoy cooking and serving my family new and interesting meals (but I still HATE grocery shopping).
Saturday, September 12, 2015
Fresh against the Apron
I HATE grocery shopping. In my working life, stressful shopping after work followed by cooking got crossed off my list many years ago. Unfortunately for my family I relied on a rotation of one dish meals and decent take out. That is why the "Everything except the Chef" concept of cooking seemed like a dream come true. Hello Fresh and Blue Apron both offer Top Chef worthy meals without planning or shopping.
I like the idea of trying new recipes and different ingredients. The magical boxes arrive at your door with perfect portions and exotic recipes.
First I tried Blue Apron. My daughters and niece were visiting when the box arrived. As we unpacked the box, my middle daughter Kate commented "That looks like a lot of packaging." When my niece was helping me peel and chop the produce she quipped "it's a lot of prep work".
Everyone has different ideas about what they expect from meal delivery companies. Does the company care about it's enviromental footprint and do they support local farmers? Are the ingredients fresh and seasonal? My sister asked about calorie counts and getting special diets and my husband said he would be the judge of KP duty, since if I cook he cleans. So I decided to compare Fresh verses Apron and report the results.
Hello Fresh Recipe Booklet |
Blue Apron Recipe Cards |
Both had pictures and step-by-step instructions but the recipe styles were different. Blue Apron has 8" X 11" recipe cards with six steps each meal, while Hello Fresh uses a booklet and the typical recipe format. I found Hello Fresh was easier for me to follow as an "Intermediate Cook".
Hello Fresh's Seared Steak |
As far as the best taste and flavor, Hello Fresh won with most of the recipes tried we strongly agree that the meals were excellent. This is a subjective vote, but I also asked my other tasters (spouse, children, sister, niece). It was hard to choose my favorite, but the Seared Steak and Creamy Chipotle Pan Sauce was perfect. The cooking directions and quality of the beef contributed to the fantastic flavor. Also, the added ingredient of Chipotle Sauce which would have been hard to purchase or make. Their Lemony Shrimp Linguine came in a close second with a fresh simple recipe and farm raised shrimp.
Blue Apron's Rice & Beef-Stuffed Pablano Peppers |
My favorite from Blue Apron was the first I created -Rice and Beef-Stuffed Pabloano Peppers. I liked it so much, I made it from my own ingredients, but could not find the Poblano peppers, zante currants or pepitas at my local grocery store. This would be a recipe I would definitely order from Blue Apron again, because of the exotic and fresh ingredients.
The acid test of the quality of each meal delivery service is "Would you order this meal again" Hello Fresh was the winner with four out of five recipes. I would order only two out of the five recipes from Blue Apron.
Next, I will reveal the results regarding other important questions such as nutritional values, environmental friendliness and kitchen clean up!
Wednesday, August 26, 2015
I'm Bossy
Gina & I at Corporate Run |
I guess the frustrated boss in me forgot John was my husband, not my employee. Now, I am no longer the boss of anyone, except myself. Changing roles in life is rough on egos and relationships. Especially when you have to take a step back (and down).
For John and I it seems we have lost many of our roles. As almost empty nesters, we have (almost) let go of our "parent roles". Since John and I both quit our jobs we also (simultaneously) lost our "career roles". In this encore period of our lives I am still trying to figure out "What we do now".
Monday, July 27, 2015
F**k "Type A"
I took the tests in Cosmo and Working Woman - "16 Signs You Might Be Type A". My score always rocked the charts. Are you driven? Impatient? High Stress? Yes, yes, yes. Do you get things done? Yes! I wore my scarlet Type A like a badge of honor.
Writing speeches on luncheon napkins minutes before I was to address the audience. I never met a crisis I couldn't handle. All that stress was 99.9% self inflicted. There was no boss or company requiring long hours or demanding performance, only me. My best New Year's Resolution one year was a new mantra - "My resolution this year is to not take on any more projects". I used that line well into December.
My family tried interventions. My father-in-law gently broached the subject, "Sometimes, you only need what makes you happy." and my own dad saying "You don't have to be a millionaire to live like a millionaire." Both are true. It's not a sellout to s l o w d o w n. But why does it feel like a "sell out"?
Lately, I have been practicing Bikrim Yoga. Twenty-six poses at 104 degrees while focusing on little more than your breath. Meditation has always been a challenge for my racing mind. Now, I have the time to s l o w down and only push myself to meditate, stretch and breath for 90 minutes. How things have changed in this encore phase of life. And how liberating, fuck Type A!
Writing speeches on luncheon napkins minutes before I was to address the audience. I never met a crisis I couldn't handle. All that stress was 99.9% self inflicted. There was no boss or company requiring long hours or demanding performance, only me. My best New Year's Resolution one year was a new mantra - "My resolution this year is to not take on any more projects". I used that line well into December.
My family tried interventions. My father-in-law gently broached the subject, "Sometimes, you only need what makes you happy." and my own dad saying "You don't have to be a millionaire to live like a millionaire." Both are true. It's not a sellout to s l o w d o w n. But why does it feel like a "sell out"?
Lately, I have been practicing Bikrim Yoga. Twenty-six poses at 104 degrees while focusing on little more than your breath. Meditation has always been a challenge for my racing mind. Now, I have the time to s l o w down and only push myself to meditate, stretch and breath for 90 minutes. How things have changed in this encore phase of life. And how liberating, fuck Type A!
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Saturday, July 11, 2015
A change of clothes
It only took about a week for me to begin post retirement nesting and tackle cleaning my closet - a chore I never had time for before. I started by clearing out the many colored shirts embroidered with my (former) business logo, no need to ever wear those again. Then continued to ditch anything resembling work clothes or business attire. When the purging was finished, I packed away two full boxes of logo shirts and t-shirts from company picnics and corporate runs. And I was more than happy to donate all my black slacks, sensible skirts and business suits to someone- anyone.
A friend of ours was telling the story about his son who will be starting his first year at the Citadel. Cadets are issued eight uniforms and they are told what to wear when and given painstakingly detailed instructions on how to wear them. After their initial eye-opening visit to the strict South Carolina military academy, he asked his son what he thought. "Awesome!" was his reply. He is proud to wear the uniform from the service cap to the shined black shoes.
Strict uniform codes remove the stress of "what to wear" and like the military I am true believer that it makes a difference in people management. This had been drilled into me during 12 years of Catholic school. Uniformity creates a memorable first impression and breaks down barriers. I amassed thirty years worth of logo polo shirts from my former professional life. But, with the team spirit of the business gone, the embroidered logos were just a bitter sweet reminder of what used to be.
For John and I our uniforms are changing. Evidenced by the extra space on the shelves and racks of our closet. Then I noticed my email junk mail changing from Ann Taylor to Athletica. Today, I live in yoga pants, sandals and the occasional casual dress. John opts for the Tommy Bahama shirt and khaki shorts. In addition to needing the space, I have no desire to ever put on a pair of Banana Republic black pants, a button down shirt and pumps to walk out the door again.
A friend of ours was telling the story about his son who will be starting his first year at the Citadel. Cadets are issued eight uniforms and they are told what to wear when and given painstakingly detailed instructions on how to wear them. After their initial eye-opening visit to the strict South Carolina military academy, he asked his son what he thought. "Awesome!" was his reply. He is proud to wear the uniform from the service cap to the shined black shoes.
Strict uniform codes remove the stress of "what to wear" and like the military I am true believer that it makes a difference in people management. This had been drilled into me during 12 years of Catholic school. Uniformity creates a memorable first impression and breaks down barriers. I amassed thirty years worth of logo polo shirts from my former professional life. But, with the team spirit of the business gone, the embroidered logos were just a bitter sweet reminder of what used to be.
For John and I our uniforms are changing. Evidenced by the extra space on the shelves and racks of our closet. Then I noticed my email junk mail changing from Ann Taylor to Athletica. Today, I live in yoga pants, sandals and the occasional casual dress. John opts for the Tommy Bahama shirt and khaki shorts. In addition to needing the space, I have no desire to ever put on a pair of Banana Republic black pants, a button down shirt and pumps to walk out the door again.
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